With its tail caught, Matcha let out a whimper, and out of reflex, turned around and gave Zhao Yao a bite on his hand. Within a blink of an eye, a fresh wound appeared on Zhao Yao's hand and with the sudden pain, he could only loosen his grip on Matcha.
Regardless of the chosen specializations, the students of the fourth year had some classes that everyone had to attend. Theory of Combat Magic was one of those mandatory courses. (*)