Several days passed.
Heather gathered us at the running grounds to start our Combat Discipline class.
The wide stretch of green grass sat neatly enclosed by the track, open and bright under the sky.
"Hopefully, you have all familiarized yourselves with your instructors and the school's structure," Heather said, hands clasped behind his back
"Yes, sir, Heather!" we answered in unison.
The response came out sharp and practiced. For a split second, it felt like ROTC all over again.
"Good," he continued.
"I want you to form groups of three. You have ten minutes to assign yourselves. Proceed."
The moment he finished, movement rippled through the crowd.
Nagi looked at me immediately.
I did not even need to turn fully to feel it, her expectation. I could practically read her thoughts without a word being said.
I shook my head slowly and clasped my hands together in refusal.
Her cheeks puffed out. She pointed two fingers at me from her eyes in a silent threat.
