The eyes of the other youths followed him as he walked, but Malakai ignored them. He soon arrived at the next discipline: combat conditioning.
Despite leaving before anyone else from the previous class, several youths were already present, having come from the lower rank classes.
Malakai joined the slowly forming semicircle around the field, waiting for the class to begin, when suddenly, a voice called out from the side.
"Um, n-ninth Vein…"
Malakai turned, raising an eyebrow the moment his eyes landed on the boy before him.
There was just no way he could forget him. On his first day at this training camp, not even the other Veins had made an impression as strong as this boy had.
Renlo.
"What do you want?"
Even though Malakai hadn't meant to, his words still came out cold.
As he heard them, Renlo visibly flinched. He averted his gaze and began nervously twirling his fingers.
