In the large infirmary room of the Academy, a young white haired boy was swinging a wooden sword, sometimes the sword was incredibly fast and invisible to the naked eye, and sometimes it was slow but fused with incredible power that even made the air shift as it swept forward.
The boy was of course Damien. It had been two months, two weeks and four days since the Eldritch Ruins exploration, all of Damien's wounds had been healed, and he was waiting to be discharged.
Well if it was not because his sword was still with the head nurse he would already have run off.
Just as he prepared to take a break from his swings, the door pushed open and the head of a red haired nurse popped in.
She looked at him in disbelief and amusement
" You just don't know how to take a break, don't you"
Damien half smiled, not knowing how to respond.
