By the time Damien was back from classes—4PM to be exact, he was sore all over and embarrassed to the core.
Embarrassed because pictures of him and Craig doing the handshake of love were plastered here and there around Fangpeak's dorm by who knows who, and sore because of their joint class that Monday—gym, acrobatics, and martial arts.
There was an entire syllabus to it with all kinds of arts Damien had yet to experience. At the beginning, he had been excited about the class. After all, he used to be the best in his class at Physical staff, but he'd forgotten that he was no longer in the human world and the people here were beasts.
In the four hours of their first intercardinal class as first years, Damien had witnessed what he'd imagined hell would be like—intense training with no rest whatsoever.
