Mila clapped her hands once, signaling the start of the morning drills.
"Alright, everyone! Today we're focusing on stamina. If you want to fight longer, you need to maintain your energy. And for the mages…" she pointed toward the few spellcasters in the back, "…stamina affects how strong your spells are, how durable they are, and how long they last."
The Class F students groaned collectively, but Mila didn't even flinch. Not a puff of breath escaped her, not a hint of fatigue on her face. She sprinted alongside them, demonstrating perfect form, her steps precise, her red-tipped hair bouncing lightly with each motion.
One student whispered to another, barely able to keep pace: "Is… is Mila even human?"
Another nodded, eyes wide. "I swear… she hasn't even broken a sweat, and we're already dying over here."
Mila overheard, though she didn't comment. She simply increased the pace, urging them gently but firmly.
"Come on! If you want to survive longer fights, you need to push past what you think is your limit. Keep your core steady, breathe consistently, and focus on each step."
As the students struggled, gasping for air, Mila's expression remained calm almost serene. To them, she was like a machine, untiring, flawless.
After the run, the students collapsed on the grass, wiping sweat from their brows.
One brave voice finally piped up: "I… I don't think Mila's even human…"
She turned, a faint smile tugging at her lips. "Human or not doesn't matter," she said softly. "What matters is training your body to do what your mind demands."
The students exchanged nervous glances, whispering among themselves, utterly convinced that their PE teacher was something far beyond ordinary.
Mila simply dusted off her hands, calm as ever, already thinking about how to make tomorrow's lesson even more challenging.