Xaloc and Uriel had a good Class 1 breakfast. Bunny chow, Boerewors and melktert for breakfast. It was particularly delightful.
Xaloc arrived at Class 1's training hall.
There is really a difference in treatment.
The hall was very big. On one side were arranged chairs as if it was a university auditorium. There was also a large open that could contain at least two hundred people fighting.
At the side of the training hall was a weapons room that was open. Xaloc headed there. He saw a girl choosing weapons, she had a dissatisfied look no matter the one she picked.
She was lean, but she was muscular and talk, her hair hanging just past her shoulders, side swept bangs decorated the side of her face and her red eyes watched Xaloc with a fierce expression. This person was Olivia, the second-ranked freshman in their year.
Xaloc just gave her a nod. "Good Morning!"
