In the training hall of the academy ground, three boys stood against each other.
Two lay on the ground huffing like some ragged beast that had been hunted.
The other boy with long wheat-blonde hair and crimson eyes looked down at them.
"Are you guys serious?" he asked, tilting his head. "How can you just lose so easily?"
"Fuck you," Luca grumbled, sitting back on the ground. "How did you become so strong so fast?"
Akamir shrugged. "Not my fault."
"It's your fault," Viros grumbled, still lying on the ground. "You... just fuck off."
Akamir kicked the boy on his side. "Come on, one more round."
""No!!""
They both screamed together.
Akamir crossed his arms, clearly disappointed. "You two are pathetic."
Luca threw his head back dramatically, sweat dripping down his temple. "I think my lungs are bleeding."
"You don't even have lungs," Viros muttered.
"I do have lungs!"
Akamir rolled his eyes and walked over to the bench near the edge of the training hall.
