"You're running the field. Stretch it out so we can start, kids," Instructor Williams barked, voice gravelly but clear. "By the end of your first month, you need to be hitting five laps without issue. So, get used to it we're doing this every other day."
Their instructor was a middle-aged man named Williams, a retired lieutenant who had lost his creature in the war and never bonded with another. He now taught at the academy, living a quieter life especially since he'd lost an arm along with his summon.
Biron started his run with a steady pace. Mirelia tried her best to keep up, and when he noticed her struggling, he slowed slightly. Williams gave him a hard stare but said nothing.
By the fifth lap, however, Mirelia was wobbling with every step. Biron ended up tugging her along by the wrist to help her finish.
