Another mission where a bunch of his weakling classmates were injured. The standards of the Officers Academy are certainly dropping.

It's not my concern how strong the others are, because I will always be the strongest.

He sheathes his sword and sighs, pushing some loose strands of hair back towards his topknot as he glances at the training dummy he just obliterated. It's hardly a helpful exercise compared to sparring.

Still, even he knows his limits. He won't get any stronger if he's exhausted all the time. He strolls out, scowling at some students chattering around loudly outside before walking to the Blue Lions classroom and settling at a desk, flipping through a book on sword techniques.