Azrael's Mortal Ranking was almost at C Rank, while the other students were just getting their mortal bodies to the D Rank. What sort of bullshit laziness was this?
Scar watched as the students transitioned from push-ups to lunges, and the gravity in the room suddenly increased by one G. One of the boys who had been struggling more than the others gasped from the sudden weight increase, and he couldn't stay on his feet anymore as he collapsed to the ground. Scar clicked his tongue in irritation.
"Every group must finish their exercises! Anyone in a group that doesn't finish is going to stay back after class and go through everything again until they get it all! Is that understood, killers!?"
"Yes, Mr. Scar!"
