Class Selection III

"Now, let's get you fixed." Luke tossed Obed into the stream.

Obed woke up and gasped. "Fuuuaaaa…" He raised his head out of the water.

"Did you plan to kill me or something?" Obed yelled when he spotted Luke in a corner laughing.

"There's no way you'd die to that," Luke said while laughing.

"Damn you. What if I had died?" Obed asked.

"You won't die from just that, would you?" Luke asked mockingly.

Obed raised his head high with pride. "There's no way I'd die to… ouch!" That was when the pain hit him.

He noticed his cheeks were abnormally larger than normal. His body as well as his cheeks ached badly.

"Why the hell would you hit me so badly!?" Obed yelled at Luke.

"Hey, hey, it was totally training. I had your consent to hit you as hard as I wanted." Luke defended himself.

"I regret letting you have your way." Obed said with regret, walking out of the stream that rose all the way to his abdomen.