First Day of the New Week
The sun had just risen, and the Academy grounds were already filled with students.
It was the beginning of a new week, and everyone had gathered at Ground Zero, the wide training field used for morning exercises.
All the students lined up in rows, ready to start their 200-lap endurance run. The signal was given, and everyone took off, running around the large circular track that surrounded the field.
Twenty minutes passed.
Still, Kael hadn't arrived.
Professor Sylvia narrowed her eyes, checking her list. Just as she was about to mark him absent, Kael finally appeared—panting slightly, his cloak flapping behind him.
"You're late," Sylvia said, her voice calm but firm.
Kael quickly bowed his head. "I'm sorry, Professor. I had a long night of diarrhea." (he lied)
Sylvia didn't scold him further. Instead, she gave a small nod. "Okay, now run, time is finishing"
