A Familiar Greeting.

"Haaah…Haaah…"

The dimly lit metallic halls of the Hawkin Group Headquarters echoed with the sounds of exhaustion as eight youngsters sprinted madly through them.

"Pathetic! You two are absolutely pathetic! Lil' bro Harry, David!" Seira scoffed, casting a glance at the two mages, both slung over Luna's shoulders like sacks of flour.

Despite not being the fastest, the cohort's stalwart shielder was second only to Shye and Shirley in sheer endurance. 

Her stamina had already reached the very limits of human capability.

"Don't worry about it, Seira. They're lightweight. I could do this for hours," Luna replied innocently, completely unaware that she had just bruised the egos of the two young mages.

What could they do?

They were mages, for god's sake—physical prowess wasn't their forte.

Nonetheless, being called lightweight as a man certainly hurt.