The training with all of my classmates was still going underway, stretching on like one long, exhausting blur of sweat, mana, and bruised egos. Each passing day chipped away at whatever "normal" we used to have back in our old world. At this point in the schedule, we had already been divided into categories—roles, basically, like we were in an RPG, except this wasn't a game and the soreness in my muscles reminded me of that every single morning.
Those of us who developed stronger bodies—enhanced strength, endurance, stamina—were tossed into the "warriors" category. I ended up here. Warriors were supposed to be the vanguard, the shields of the class. If a battle ever broke out, we were the ones who had to take the hit first. Lucky us, right? Some people were excited about it, but after the initial hype, reality set in. Being a warrior meant being exhausted pretty much all the time.
