Sora's bruises had started to heal, but his body still ached all over and the blood clot in his eye remained thick. He still couldn't believe a woman as soft looking as Z could pack such heavy punches. Z stood at least three inches shorter than Sora did, with a slightly curvy, toned olive frame which came from years of training hard and staying active. Z was beautiful in every sense of the word, from her slim figure, to her mannerisms, to how she flicked her ginger hair with so much confidence and she used all her charm to her advantage. Her punches however, weren't beautiful on her victims. She had only punched him with her hands and he ached this much, he would probably need to visit the infirmary if she punched with energy. He stood in front of his mirror examining his bruises as he ran his hands over the purplish spots on his sides then entire torso. He noticed the muscles that had started to form around his arms and body. His body was s

Sora and Z stayed training for about an hour before Sora finally gave out and laid still on the ground wondering why he was summoned, but Z put in a few more minutes just to spite Sora before laying on the ground beside him.When Sora noticed she had evened out her breathing, he decided to ask Z for more information. "Do you know why the master wants to see me too?" Z shrugged, "Who knows why Tydinn does anything? I have absolutely no idea why he even asked to see me." Sora noticed something was up with the way Z always mentioned the master by his name, but hesitated on asking about it. Pushing herself up to rest on her elbow "Have you done anything crazy that I don't know about?" "No," Z kissed her teeth in disappointment. "Would have been great if you did, at least that would have served as entertainment. Anyway, I guess we'll find out why when we se

Z woke up to find herself sprawled across her couch, her head hurt from drinking a lot the night before. She laid still for a few more minutes thinking about how frustrated she had been the day before. She knew Sora didn't deserve to get yelled at, but she had been upset with her father and took it out on him instead. She had succeeded in pushing away the only person would probably become one of them now. She got off the couch and dragged herself into the bathroom. She opened the taps, filled the bathtub to the brim and got in, still with her clothes on. Z submerged herself slowly while adding her energy into the water, which gave a calming effect but her mind kept taking back to the times when she trained as a Hunter. Being trained alone by a hunter was unusual, more so being the only one trained by a Master Hunter in the whole academy. It gave Z a reputation real quick.She was avoided by other mages, some out of fear of getting on

Sora spent the rest of the evening training hard. He still had a full day to train but he couldn't get his body to relax. Something poked at his chest at intervals but he pushed through till he finally fell to the ground exhausted. He got back to his room and passed out on the floor skipping dinner.   Sora woke up the next morning drenched in his sweat and with a very shallow feeling in his guts. It was like nothing he had ever felt and his insides itched badly. His stomach grumbled over and over signaling its need for food so Sora got off the floor and immediately, the tight poking in his chest started again and his heart raced uncontrollably.   He hurried to the bathroom and freshened up quickly before running out the door to the Dining Hall. Luckily for him, the Hunters had their serving stand by the entrance and Sora packed as much as he could onto his plate leaving no space. He got stares from the mages around but paid them no mind.

His reflection looked… good?Sora stood, analyzing his entire look in the mirror. His hair wasn't all in his face anymore. He had spent his free day preparing for tonight and that included giving himself a haircut. His curly hair was cut short on the sides with a tousled top and he kept enough bangs to cover his scar. With a vest on, he ran his hands over his torso, feeling the muscles he had gained over the weeks of training. His body seemed to fill out in places that had been scrawny and his face structure had changed too. His face seemed more defined and his moles didn't seem experimental anymore. Now, they suited him. He put his hands through his jacket and pulled the zip up then picked up Z's note again. Her parcel had arrived for him at noon with the most thoughtful note.  "Wear it or you're dead. Literally."  His very own uniform wit