The training grounds had filled quickly after the command, the scattered activity from earlier dissolving into structure as all fifty students of Class S gathered and arranged themselves into clean rows of five, their postures straightening instinctively under the weight of the presence that had called them.
Damon stood at the far end of one of the back rows, his shoulders relaxed in contrast to the others as he let out a quiet yawn, his gaze drifting lazily across the field while his mind caught up with the situation.
So this is today's hand-to-hand combat lesson for Class S…
He tilted his head slightly to the side.
And then his eyes settled on the instructor.
The man standing at the front of the formation was impossible to ignore.
