“ Oi oi oi! Come on! Stand up! “
“ I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry! ”
The fencing exam goes on, and now the baton has been passed to one of the meekest even amongst the tender-hearted girls in the whole first-year class. Sofia Lauma was hiding behind a great shield that is bigger than herself. She sits on the ground with her legs folded to the side, making a W-shape while taking a good smacking from the fencing instructor.
“ D-Don’t you think that’s a little bit too harsh? ”
“ T-Totally... ”
The crowds are whispering to each other, because the sight looks like a slave getting beaten up by her master. Yet sadly, this is an exam, and they can’t do anything about it. Everything is all up to Sofia’s durability and Njord’s mercy.
“ Sigh. This isn’t going anywhere. ” Njord loses his interest and walk away from Sofia, showing his back to her.