Bab 95: Don't test me

Nero walked expressionlessly back towards his barracks, his thoughts hidden behind his perfect mask. He had memorised the faces of the group of boys who had been staring at him. He did not recognise them, but he didn't like the way they were looking at him. It wasn't exactly a friendly look.

Hopefully, he was just imagining things. After all, considering how exhausting today had been - for most other recruits - he did not think they would have the energy or intention to make trouble for others. But there was no certainty in the matter. If they caused him any trouble, Nero would not hesitate to set them in their place.

"Nero, wait up," Silas yelled as he awkwardly jogged up to him. His entire body was sore, as he was not used to such extraneous exercise, which made movement hard for him. He had imagined himself as a pure academic, which meant that even if he got drafted he would most likely be put in some department away from the battlefield.