Two days had passed since the [Weapon Mastery] test. Ashrosaliera and Sally had both been admitted from the infirmary and sent to rest at their dorm. Their injuries were not serious, and they didn't want to skip class.
These first few weeks of the new school year were hectic for the first-years, mostly trying to fit in and get used to all the running around we would have to do for class.
Zofia Adinberg, for one, enjoyed the professionalism of this academy and the opportunities provided for her bright future.
"Tarnisha, how's class been for you?" Zofia asked, looking at her goat beastman roommate.
"Oh… It's good, I don't think my class is getting along, but I've been talking to this cute guy!" Tarnisha Smithdottir answered, putting on the school's uniform for her club activities, "How about you?"
"Mhm… Everything's been going quite well, but I feel like my studies are not as good as I had hoped." Zofia answered.
