The Major was as brutal as he'd been on previous Sundays. And Lieutenant Mieri was as bad explaining the spells we were supposed to make using the energy crystals as the Major (maybe worse).
Thankfully, all that training didn't give me a headache. Maybe because I brought even more sandwiches, making sure I ate some on my way there, despite the lack of hunger.
I was thin enough as it was, and magic consumed a lot of my body's resources. I couldn't afford to skip any meal, appetite or no.
So when I came back home, Grandpa was waiting there with his ointments and magically healing hands. Jack had gone home to go out with his friends (I loved how non-clingy he was; I never had to make excuses to have my personal space and time).
Grandpa started massaging the cream into my bruises (some of
