A full day had passed since the chaos of the big fight. Thanks to the healing from the academy's best mages and the gentle touch of Lyssaria's World Tree power, the torn skin on my right arm had healed.
My core was still a little sore, but physically, I was okay. Not that it mattered. The academy didn't care if you were feeling good or not, you still had to show up and study.
The morning started with the Practical Combat Training, and Professor Morgana made it very clear that yesterday's win changed nothing. She beat the whole freshman class into the dirt with hard, fast drills meant to test our stamina while we had no mana left.
By the time the buzzer rang, Roan, Alice, and I were slumped against the arena wall, covered in sweat, our muscles burning.
I barely had time to splash cold water on my face and escape their tired complaints before I had to run across the big campus toward my first elective class.
