Asher sat in silence, lost deep in thought, while a few students were being bullied across the room. His gaze was distant, his expression unreadable. And where exactly were his thoughts wandering? It was simple, he was contemplating how to end the plague that had recently infested his life: being broke.
Though he still had seven hundred points to his name, the amount was laughably insignificant to him. Those seven hundred points could barely sustain him for thirty minutes inside any training chamber before they vanished right before his eyes. And if there was something Asher despised almost as much as stupidity, the number one on his list, it was short training sessions. He loved to immerse himself for hours, pushing his body and mind to the brink of exhaustion. Anything less felt like a waste of time.
