Mercenary [1]

The next day.

Brandon attended the academy.

It was a lot more physically taxing compared to his first day. Maybe it was because of the hang–over, or maybe because of all the physical activity they had done, exhausting their mana, and their energy to the brim.

They were dismissed soon after changing into cleaner clothes.

Feeling the tension, Brandon massaged his shoulders.

"Hey, we're renting a training facility to spar with each other. Wanna come with?"

Raven's voice reached his ears. Brandon turned around, meeting his gaze.

"Not today. I've got some things to do."

"Oh, okay. I'll send the address anyway. We'll be there for quite a while. Stop by whenever."

"Alright."

The two ended their conversation there, and Brandon stepped out of the combat hall.

There were things he needed to do at the moment.

To– Tok.