Chapter 6: Assessment.
The classroom was filled with the exhausted groans of students who had absolutely no interest in continuing their education today. Felix was practically draped over his desk like a dying noble, while Julien spun a pencil between his fingers, looking more entertained by the suffering than concerned. Garrick, as always, was unfazed—because of course he was. Mira looked like she was debating escape routes, Wallace was trying to disappear behind a stack of papers, Leo was contemplating his life choices with the intensity of a man facing execution, and Cassandra... well, Cassandra was just there.
I turned to the board, chalk in hand. "Alright, now that we've established that most of you have the physical endurance of a wet paper bag—"
Felix weakly raised a hand. "I object."
"Objection overruled." I flicked a piece of chalk at him. It bounced harmlessly off his forehead.
He groaned. "I hate this class."
"You've said that before," I pointed out. "I'm beginning to think you just like complaining."
Julien smirked. "You're only figuring that out now?"
Felix let out a long, dramatic sigh. "I think this class is actively trying to kill me."
Leo mumbled, "Honestly, same."
Wallace, who had been trying to subtly shove papers into his bag, cleared his throat. "Professor, is studying really necessary right now? I feel like we've learned enough through... pain."
Mira nodded sagely. "We already had that intense training session earlier. Maybe we should... you know, rest? Reflect?"