"That's one hell of a class." Philip muttered, walking out of the classroom, rubbing his neck. The tension of the last hour was finally leaving his muscles, replaced by a dull ache from craning toward the screen for so long.
"I can't even feel my hands. It's stuck from writing!" Ken added, flexing his cramped fingers. He looked down at his hand as if it were a foreign object; the sheer volume of information Hayatobi had dumped on them was enough to fill a library.
Grace stared at the two guys ahead of her and smiled softly. Despite the overwhelming pressure of their new reality, their complaints felt grounding, a reminder that they were still just students.
"Where are you going, Grace? Will you be taking a quest?" Janet asked, walking beside her, her eyes bright with a mixture of excitement.
