A few days later and still, Eden and Yong hadn’t given Damien any kind of reaction to his devious plan.
Annoyingly so, it seed his plan worked in reverse order. Yong now looked a bit too eager to stay at Gibforge and stay out of trouble, and he always thanked Damien every chance he got for making him and Eden beco closer—which was a lie considering Eden still avoided him.
The more Damien spent ti with Yong Kim in their room, the more he found the guy to be an idiot—a naive one at that. But it only happened when his decisions had sothing to do with Eden. Add the four of them sohow picking the sa color during their team selection process yesterday, Damien, Eden, Yong, and Ambrose were now stuck in the sa team.
They were practically going to be glued by the hip now.
From group assignnts for their joint classes to sparring duels against other teams that were said to be preparing them for real fights after they got their licenses, Damien and his teammates were going to be stuck together until further notice.
Unfortunately for them, the four against four fights were going to be scheduled in two weeks and the professor’s said they were going to use the sa process they did during team allocation—a random selection where teams who picked the sa color from a hat had to battle after a scheduled fight.
That’s why the students had been assigned teammates early on before the battles started—so that they’d get to understand their teammates’ strengths and limitations before the sparring classes began.
Only, Damien’s team was hopeless.
From Yong who desperately clung to the hope of getting Eden to finally give him attention even though she clearly despised him, to Ambrose who was always focused on her books and training even at night when everyone else would be talking about their day in the dorms living room—they were not in sync at all...unlike their soon to be foes.
So of them had already devised pet nas to call each other and since the teams had been made to pick cards based on their Cardinal house, Damien had to watch the ones in Fangpeak’s dorms flaunt their relationships to his face whilst he got stuck with the weirdo’s.
Not to ntion, Damien had yet to understand how his aura worked. He was able to do what the rest of the students could do now thanks to Craig’s nightti guidance. Yes, they’d finally beco a bit close after the "handshake of love" punishnt. Damien almost believed Professor i had done so magic on them, but then he’d see Yong and the belief would vanish in an instant.
Either way, Craig had assisted Damien on how to use his aura to heal a cut which assisted the boy in his blood manipulation class last Wednesday. He was finally able to keep up with the others in that class, but when he returned to the dormitory that night he had a fever that made him faint.
Needless to say, he thought he had visited his consciousness in that mont but soone spilled water on him before he could confirm his thoughts. Ever since then, Damien’s aura began acting up again. Yes, it’d only been a week since they stepped into Gibforge and Damien knew he was being a little too hard on himself, but watching his classmates flaunting their power in front of him made him feel annoyed for so reason.
Today, however, he decided to leave those worries for another day since it was a very important first Saturday for him and other first years—the first one-on-one match to happen between Alicia and the grumpy caretaker.
Speaking of that thug, every ti he crossed paths with Damien, he made sure to chase after the boy calling out loudly in the corridors:
"Fight ! Fight !"
Damien soon learned from the gloomy professor Dion Nightshade that Rohan did that to students he found powerful enough to withstand him in battle and that his hunch always proved to be right since all the students he asked to fight him turned out to be so of the best heroes Gibforge had ever produced.
A rather bittersweet complint considering Damien’s current predicant.
"You’re getting distracted again, Damien. Eat your breakfast quickly, or we’ll miss our only chance at getting to see what a real fight that doesn’t entail training looks like," Eden nudged his arm before continuing with her al.
As usual, it was only the four of them left in the dorm again. Everyone else had already gone to the stadium, even their roommates. Yong was too lazy to wake up, and Damien had a bit of a hard ti doing so ever since his blood manipulation lesson—he’d cut the wrong vein and ended up in the school infirmary.
’That’s the price you pay for being a dummy,’ he thought to himself, rubbing his now healed wrist as he continued with his breakfast.
He figured the sa was the case with the girls, but a bit different.
Eden always looked sharp in the morning and Damien soon discovered that she slept until 8am to keep a healthy sleeping routine after her intense training of reading sessions. As for Eden, well, she was like Yong, a lazy bum. Damien had seen Ambrose dragging her out of their room three days in a row just so she could eat her breakfast and bathe on ti at least.
Despite them being close to their classrooms, she was always the last one to enter the classroom.
CLANG!
Ambrose picked up her and Eden’s plates from the table before standing and going with them to the kitchen to clean them like their seniors had told them. She appeared monts later, wiping her hands clean with a towel.
"Let’s go, Eden."
"But—"
"They know the way to the stadium, let’s go," Ambrose cut Eden off before she could finish, clearly repulsed by the idea of walking with the boys.
Damien had noted how she still had the "boy’s suck" ntality. It showed every ti any boy whatsoever tried to approach her and talk to her—except for Donald that is. He had sohow managed to soften the ice queen.
"Go. We’ll et with you soon," Damien told Eden, and she was already standing before he finished speaking.
The mont the girls disappeared, Yong turned in Damien’s direction, snickering.
"You finally get to taste what it feels like to be ignored by soone you want to be close to you huh?" He mumbled.
Damien rose from his seat, rolling his eyes at the idiot. "Unlike you, I never said I want to be close to her."
"Pfft! Dude, it shows. Your eyes are always glued to her all the ti."
"That’s because I’m always wondering how to get our team to finally be in sync before the duels start."
"And you want to be close to her," Yong whispered as the clanging sound of his plate in the sink filled the kitchen.
Damien wiped his now clean plate and patted his hands on the dish towel before giving the Prince one last glance.
"If you don’t shut up and clean that plate in the next five seconds, I’m leaving your ass here."
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