Areum read the text with a sour expression. Of all times, now you want to quit? she queried mentally, attitude dampening quickly. Maybe he's just tired, she offered as she changed into her clean set of extra clothes.
Internationals would take place in roughly a month, and registration's deadline was in a week. Areum gladly would've signed their names on the slip, but found herself avoiding the encounter as Kenji and she inevitably drifted slowly once again. Areum was growing increasingly irritable as the deadline grew near - her boyfriend had seemed to adopt his old exterior that seemed uninterested all too often. With the lack of training, Areum made numerous efforts to get some sort of practice in. She had taken up different 'lessons' with her classmates, but they proved not to be of much use.
Now the deadline was in a couple of days, and Areum was pretty pissed. Instead of writing their names down, Areum had crumpled up the slip of paper and tossed it away briefly. She reached for her phone, promptly texting, "Can we talk?" to Kenji before slumping down on her couch.
Meanwhile, the other male duo was shortly discharged from the hospital and returned to academics as if they hadn't just sustained numerous injuries.
Hatsuo had been walking home when an envelope in his door caught his attention. He snatched it before heading inside and tearing open the seal. Encased inside was the request to transfer to Ambrose Academia with the intention of further honing his fighting skills. Tuition and supplies would be provided should he take the offer. Hatsuo was a rollercoaster of feelings after he read the letter for the eighth time. He gently set it down and reached for his phone, dialing Ryohei's number.
Internationals would take place in roughly a month, and registration's deadline was in a week. Areum gladly would've signed their names on the slip, but found herself avoiding the encounter as Kenji and she inevitably drifted slowly once again. Areum was growing increasingly irritable as the deadline grew near - her boyfriend had seemed to adopt his old exterior that seemed uninterested all too often. With the lack of training, Areum made numerous efforts to get some sort of practice in. She had taken up different 'lessons' with her classmates, but they proved not to be of much use.
Now the deadline was in a couple of days, and Areum was pretty pissed. Instead of writing their names down, Areum had crumpled up the slip of paper and tossed it away briefly. She reached for her phone, promptly texting, "Can we talk?" to Kenji before slumping down on her couch.
Meanwhile, the other male duo was shortly discharged from the hospital and returned to academics as if they hadn't just sustained numerous injuries.
Hatsuo had been walking home when an envelope in his door caught his attention. He snatched it before heading inside and tearing open the seal. Encased inside was the request to transfer to Ambrose Academia with the intention of further honing his fighting skills. Tuition and supplies would be provided should he take the offer. Hatsuo was a rollercoaster of feelings after he read the letter for the eighth time. He gently set it down and reached for his phone, dialing Ryohei's number.