Nelia's Worry

"THIS IS YOUR LAST COMBAT CLASS BEFORE THE EXAMS. SINCE SOME OF YOU NONENTITIES ARE STILL NURSING YOUR WOUNDS FROM THE TEST, I WILL NOT MAKE THINGS ANY HARDER. SO FOR TODAY, WE WILL BE REPEATING THE LAST COMBAT CLASS. HOWEVER, UNLIKE LAST TIME, YOU WON'T BE CHOOSING YOUR OPPONENTS—THIS TIME, THEY WILL BE ASSIGNED RANDOMLY!"

Loud as ever, the annoying bastard addressed us all, his voice grating on my nerves.

It was now three days after my talk with Selena, and as he had just announced, today was the last combat class before the main exams. But there was still the second test to worry about. I wondered how they were going to fit it in.

[DING!]

[MOVE 100 FEET TO YOUR COMBAT DESTINATION TO FIND YOUR ASSIGNED OPPONENT.]

I glanced down at my meta-watch, seeing an arrow pointing toward a specific direction. The place was crowded as hell, so I took my time walking.

Three days gone.

Three whole days gone.

And I still hadn't seen Selena.