"Yes, I said it. We demons have become lazy." Vulcan repeated himself and this time, everyone could feel the anger he was holding back as he spoke.
"In the past, we demons trained even without an academy. We bled, fought, and clawed our way through for every tiny increase in power. We knew what it meant to live on a battlefield."
"Now, thanks to peace and our ignorance, many of our children join the academy expecting an easy life."
"They expect a comfortable three years where they simply wear a shiny uniform and earn a title."
"However, they end up finding themselves getting crushed by the academy's strict schedules, harsh exams, and brutal training routines."
"And what do many of them do in return?!!" Vulcan asked, his voice growing louder as he spread out his arms.
