Consciousness

Viron groaned as he regained consciousness.

'What happened?' he muttered, sitting up.

His last memories of talking with Zenchi resurfaced.

'Wait! I actually tried to attack him?' His eyes widened in disbelief. 'What got into me? I haven’t been that angry before. Was it the stress from all the training?'

He looked down at his body and noticed some bandages.

'He completely rendered me useless with one casual attack? No, he only released his aura with a little mix of lightning. That was barely an attack. What a monster. How does someone even defeat someone like that?'

Viron could feel most of his strength returning, so he had no trouble moving.

He walked over to the window and gazed outside.

The sun was slowly being replaced by the moon, casting long shadows over the academy grounds. Despite the growing darkness, people were still outside—talking, laughing, loitering.