Chapter 47: A berserk? (2)
A strange silence hung over the swordsmanship training grounds.
"Uh-hmm..." "Um..." "What... what is this?"
They wanted to say something, even just a greeting, but finding the right words was difficult now. These were the cadets who had returned after a grueling 29-day absence. In the swordsmanship department, camaraderie was more of a fleeting sentiment, but seeing familiar faces after so long sparked a hint of familiarity. Normally, they'd exchange a few words or polite greetings, but the sight before them made it hard to even think of what to say.
After all...
'Why are they wearing bearskins?' 'They look like they caught those themselves...' 'Their bodies are so much bigger... What on earth did they go through?'
Eighteen cadets, each wearing bearskins. They were once fragile beings, affectionately dubbed "sprout cadets."
If 29 days ago they were just another group of ordinary cadets, now they were anything but ordinary. The most noticeable change was their expressions—sharpened, no longer displaying the faintest hint of weakness, exuding an aura that seemed capable of slicing through the air.
Yet more captivating than their expressions were their physiques, which had grown at least threefold.
Riiip...!
Their academy uniforms looked as if they might burst at the seams. It wasn't a case of putting on weight; their muscles and bones had expanded, giving them a refined, agile build rather than just bulky mass. Their imposing presence, the way they held themselves—everything about them spoke of warriors, or rather, of fighters ready to enter battle.
And then...
"Lady Levi Folt? Is that really you?" asked Lady Luno, eyes wide, as she looked Levi Folt up and down.