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Falco entered with his two tonfa and waited while the sprinkle of rain casually hits his face. It's this guy again. I still don't trust him. He then stood there with his stoic face waiting for the group weapons to start.

Gott entered the training area one. He felt his arms beginning to strain under the weight of his new bow, But he knew it was what training was all about. He felt a new atmosphere flow in, the wind of battle. Just then Gott suddenly emitted a loud hiccup. s**t, nice first impression “Ahcuse mah doesh ahnyone mind if ah make some coffee before we get started?” said Gott.

Falco stared at the cat boy with slight annoyance. Why would he ask if we wanted coffee. Is he an idiot? First the weak guy that attacked Forza and now this cat boy. He thought this as he ran a normal pace that wouldn't waste his energy.

William bowed his head in a sign of respect then started to do his laps. His legs moving rapidly, he wanted to prove he was strong, he ran as fast as he could for his first lap, then eased to a slower but still fast pace. He was in a somewhat happier mood then before. I apologized to one of the three people .

Cyrus fell into place near the back of the line running laps. The training knuckledusters were wooden, but somehow a bit heavier than the ones he was used to. Well at least the weight will help me get stronger. Seeing that he was running behind an odd looking cat person he tried hard not to step on his tail. The knuckledusters on his hands that he wore while running kept his arms weighted and made the five laps a decent warm up.

Frederick arrived at the training area, dressed in the new uniform and carrying a shield and hammer that seemed to each weight around ten pounds more than the ones he actually used did. Looking around, he recognized most of the students, and was happy to see that Headmaster Gamelas was the one who seemed to be in charge. He seems a bit on edge though. Probably from what happened in our last class. And that one guy, I didn't see him before... whoa! he looks like a cat!

Seeing that the others were running, Frederick sighed and started to do so also. It became readily apparent that he was slower than the rest. Why did we have to start out with running? I'm terrible at it! I just hope I don't get lapped by the time we're done. With a look of determination, he continued to circle the area, plodding along at his slow steady pace, the sound of raining hitting his shield making a constant, soft staccato as he went.

William finished his run then started doing some simple stretches; He rotated his shoulder, rotated his neck, and did a few kicks with each leg. He put his sword on the ground and cupped his hand letting a bit of rain water pool in it. He splashed the water on his forehead, and then rubbed his face with it. The cold water was refreshing, I’m getting out of shape, normally a run like that isn't as taxing on me . He picked up his sword and swung it a few times, still trying to get use to the weight.