Cain slurped the remaining jelly in his hand, causing it to wilt. The four beside him exchange glances before turning to their leader, who stares ahead at General Dosh, mouth agape.
Vacation, according to what was in his head. As cadets in the training facility, they would get their quota. But there was a time for it, usually between mid-year and the end of the year, which made the current situation too difficult for Cain to swallow.
It wasn't that he rejected the vacation itself. Yet he was worried that the sudden intent from the man somehow aroused a tingling unease feeling in his heart, as if all this was coming to cover up something bigger happening behind the scenes.
He pulled the empty packaging in his hand and opened his mouth.
"Why so sudden? Did something happen while I was asleep?"
Cain shot a glare at the man's face, causing the mood to turn heavy in stifling silence.
"There's no other intention. This is just my gift for your hard work."
