Immediately Kael was back from the clinic, he was assigned by Master Harond to clean the locker room.
"But I am twice better than most of the kids around here. Why would you assign me to do the chores? I want to fight!" Kael shouted.
"Are you going to tell me what to do now? You could have died if the beast hadn’t missed. I want cooperation, not someone who wants to stand out. Locker rooms. Now. Scrub them clean," Master Harond barked, his voice echoing across the training grounds.
Kael stood frozen. The morning sun bathed the academy walls, but it offered no warmth against the cold stares and mocking laughter of the students surrounding him.
"A hero yesterday, a janitor today," someone snickered.
"Was he even one? The beast almost killed him."
"Maybe he can scrub out his failure," a
