"Bro, the others are calling for you down in the meeting room."
Dion entered the training room, which was relatively empty aside from myself.
Pow, Pow, Pow—!!
Taking a deep breath, I stopped punching the reinforced sandbag and stepped back.
Grabbing a towel off my shoulder, I summoned a water bottle from my spatial storage and took a few swigs.
Afterward, I dabbed my face with the soft fabric and faced Dion, throwing away the drenched towel.
I nodded at him while unwrapping my hand wraps before throwing them away too.
"Let's go."
It had been two weeks since the important announcement from instructor Black, and all the first-years were boarded onto an airship.
But instead of traditional airships, this ship resembled a luxurious cruise, with all kinds of weapons of mass destruction installed on it, of course.
And when I say luxury, I truly mean it.
