Dahlia looked at the disciples lined up in the training hall.
They were all bright-eyed and restless, practically full of energy after the chaos of breakfast.
She crossed her arms, smirking.
"Looks like all of you are full of energy. Good. Today, we're doing a more real training."
A few groans came from the back.
"Senior Sister, we just finished breakfast..."
"My stomach still hurts..."
"Can we rest for five more minutes?"
Dahlia slammed her fist to her palm.
"No! You think strength waits for you? Move your lazy bodies?"
The disciples quickly stood straighter.
Garion walked in from the side, carrying a familiar crate, making every single disciple's face go pale.
Garion smiled faintly.
"Like usual, one bottle each."
He set the crate down in front of them and began handing out the bottles.
The disciples took them reluctantly, already recalling the painful spicy memories of yesterday.
"Oh no... not again..."
"My tongue still burns from the last one..."
