Sevar was lead through the camp, passing by few other enrollers, some were training, some were just chatting.
Sevar found himself alone amongst them, he was wearing a leather armor, it was like some sort of uniform here.
He tried to approach few people but he found himself out of place, he was a Rat amongst who supposed to be, middle to higher class.
one more thing, they're faces made Sev reconsider joining.
He never felt insecure about his looks, after all he's considered as a good-looking Rat, with his deep green eyes and pale skin, also his long dark raven hair
certainly he was no match to the higher society class, slightly little bit above average.
'Why do they have to be this good looking damnit!'
A girl caught him looking at her, she looked away from him with a 'hmph!' that he could hear
Sev could swear he heard her say something about 'pervert'
'What a good way to make a woman uncomfortable, Sevar'
He scolded himself before grabbing a wooden sword, it felt unfamiliar in his hands, it was too dull, too soft, as if it wasn't for killing.
Sev spent his whole life using weapons to kill larger humans, he killed a corrupted human as well, even tho he was hospitalised for a month, a win is a win.
Sev kept training, not because he was bored.
he was training because he found something is strange, the Knights mention something about an army of 200 Awakener.
there was over 345 people on the training yard, let alone the people who hadn't showed up today.
the only logical solution Sev had in mind was simple, there would be challenges, or tournaments, so the top 200 could awaken.
He started swinging towards the Dummy, hitting it in few directions, years of killing we're put to train.
It was only when the Sunset arrived, he decided to let himself rest, letting himself fall in the embrace of the grass under him.
"Anything, for a better life".