Two Weeks Of Training and Annabelle
"Reverse Claws."
-BOOOOOM!
Damn!
I crossed my arms but couldn't stop my body from being hurled away. I embedded myself in the wall and dropped to my knees.
The entire training hall was engulfed in purple flames that showed no signs of fading.
"Argh…" I groaned, resting my tired hands on the ground as I struggled to rise. Sweat drenched my body, and blood trickled from a wound on my head.
We had a two-week break after the final day of class and practical exams. While most of my classmates were off enjoying their holidays in other countries, I couldn't. John was probably the closest friend I had here, but he wasn't the type to suggest a vacation. Victor hadn't reached out either. Last I saw him, he seemed frustrated with his weakness, likely devoting his time to training like me.
But I doubt he was training as intensely as I was.