"Do your best, Finster! Matt!"
Nagi yelled from the sidelines, waving her arms.
"My legs... feel like jelly..." I wheezed.
Huff. Huff. Huff. Huff.
Every breath of air I took felt like pure, concentrated poison.
My training uniform was completely damp, clinging heavily to my skin from the sheer amount of sweat I was pouring out.
God dammit. I really should have expected this. Nagi wasn't joking last night on the clock tower when she said midterms and finals would be focused entirely on physical assessment.
But knowing it was coming didn't make the actual torture any easier.
"Hey, move your ass, twinkle-toes!" Tasora teased, effortlessly jogging backward past me without breaking a single sweat.
That absolute sadist. She was doing this on purpose. I glare at her blurry silhouette, memorizing her layout so I can throw a rock at her later.
"Huff... huff... Matt, are you alright?" Finster panted, matching my agonizingly slow pace.
