Reynold shoulders kept moving until his arms gave out but he did not stop as he kept counting.
Ninety-eight… ninety-nine …
Sweat was already dripping from his body.
He pushed up for the last time then let out a low gasp as he collapsed after the the final push.
He was there without moving but just breathing for a moment before he dragged himself up.
A quick shower was all he needed after the push-ups.
The cold water streamed down his body, washing the sweat away, leaving him feeling clean.
Soon he was done and in the plain black Academy uniform.
He grabbed a shortsword, it was a practice blade that was among the few things he met in his dorm.
He strapped it to his side. In the schedule, it was mentioned for them to come with it.
He stepped out of the dormitory building. Before he could even adjust to the morning sun, a voice sounded across the entire campus.
