Five ArtsChristopher woke up early in the morning, as he was accustomed to, taking advantage of the silence of the dorms. Not exactly silence, since a hundred Neanderthals closed in a room for eight hours could not come silently, but as close as possible, considering everyone was still asleep.
When he started getting bored, he jumped off the bed and headed to the bathrooms, taking a long shower, a luxury years of living in forests and campsites had taught him never to discard.
Once back in the room, he found most people had begun waking up. Slow and grumbling and cursing all the while. Weak. He could take them all out in one try. They would barely be able to fight back, let alone know what hit them. But that was why they were there after all, wasn’t it? To learn to fight?
Once dressed,
