Micky hurt everywhere. After the tournament they made everybody run until they collapsed. Then they made you get up and keep running. Couldn’t run anymore? They hit you with a shock spell until you could. Micky was shocked a lot.

Apparently, running was the number one skill for an adventurer. Find a monster to big for you to handle? Run. Scouting mission? Run. Need to get somewhere? Buy a horse, but if you can’t afford one or get it inside whatever cave you’re in? Run. You would think, from the way they described it, that running was the answer to everything. Micky doubted that running could solve situations like a big mace to the face but a [Pink Mage] could appreciate the fine art that is running away from a fight.

Micky groaned. Today was his first ‘official’ day of training. While they did train them yesterday, they did not consider it training. No today would be the day that he would not remember why he was in so much pain from. Micky did not look forward to the painful black.

He got up and went to knock on Prin’s door. He heard a grunt on the other side so he entered. He saw her naked with her close on the floor and her ass sticking out, bent over. He immediatly and silently shut the door as fast as he could. Well that one went into the mental folder. He knocked again and this time asked “Is it ok to come in?”.

“Just a moment, still getting ready!” She yelled back through the door. This is the point that a part of Micky’s brain yelled ‘no duh!’ but a bigger part of his brain was still throbbing with the memory, or more likely, trying to memorize every detail. But shit happens, and so long as she doesn’t know, everything is all good. Besides, it’s not like she hasn’t seen him naked all the time. He really got no privacy after he got this ‘knight’. Worse she would always, always laugh. It didn’t matter what state he was in, it didn’t matter how proud he was of himself in that moment of time, it didn’t matter how tall he thought he was, she would laugh her ass off in his face… while he was naked.

Micky decided to get whatever they had for breakfast today while he waited. It was a morning stew and it was pretty good. Prin finally got dressed and joined him.

“Like what you see?” She asked. *Cough Cough* Micky started coughing into his stew. Then he started coughing more when some stew went down the wrong tube. Prin waited him out with a knowing, victorious smirk on her face.

“Wha… what?” Micky asked.

“Oh please, I heard you get a full look earlier. I had thought you had finally grown some balls and were going to jump me. But nope, your still just a kid.” Said Prin.

“So you wanted me to jump you?” Asked Micky.

“Oh hell no. You’re not my type at all. If you tried I woulda snapped that twig right off. But I woulda been impressed considering. Speaking of, how about you and Meril? Made any progress? She seemed interested in your pathetic MAV personality.” Prin said.

Micky had to think on that, but first “MAV?” he asked.

“Mile away virgin. Meaning you could smell it a mile away, see it a mile away, and hear that tragedy a mile away.” Prin said.

Micky just righteously ignored her. He always thought he was going to be the aggressor in a relationship. But he had seen where that had gotten him with his relationship with Littlefoot. Which would be exactly nowhere. So when Meril came on strong he, well panicked a bit… ok a lot. He wasn’t exactly against her, or having relations with her. If he had to admit it to himself she was actually kinda hot. Ok, maybe he would ask her out… in a week… or a month… or.

This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.

Prin interrupted his train of thought by standing up. She waved to the proprietor and they added the meal to their tab. They were staying here for the foreseeable future, so the proprietor opened a tab for them. Though, they should look into renting a place with some of their other classmates.

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Getting to class early was not rewarded. Even Micky who was regularly punctual was tempted to start sleeping in more. This was because they started having to train the moment they reached the field. There were already some students there, mostly the top students, and they looked over with pleased comradery and schadenfreude. Afterall what was misery without company? Or at least somebody that was guaranteed to be worse than you and make you feel better about yourself.

Of course Micky being a magic type, had another type of training to start instead of just the physical exercises. Namely, he needed to practice controlling, utilizing, efficiency, and increasing his mana. Much like muscles, a person’s mana, or what they stored mana in, could be expanded by use. A summoned hero had it seriously easy. They started off in ‘perfect’ shape. Even a low mana warrior summoned hero had a better mana body than any of the kids here, or their mage instructors.

So Micky had to use his spells, all while dodging strikes from other trainees. And this wasn’t even the warmup. Instead this is what they made the early kids do while they waited for the late arrivals. Of course coming later was also punished. They had to do harsher and harsher drills to ‘catch up’ to the early kids. When finally the late kids rolled in the real punishments were rolled out. Apparently an adventurer can never be late. They aren’t paid to be early. And, right on time was usually stolen by other adventurers that came earlier than them. Micky wanted to know when was a ‘good’ time then. But he smartly kept his mouth shut. He had plenty of examples of smart mouths smarting.

Finally when everybody arrived they started. And for a warm up? Dodge low powered [Lightning Strike]s from the cloud the teacher summoned. Of course the strike itself was instant, but it would take a moment to form, and the signs were bright and obvious. Of course, bright and obvious didn’t mean easy or simple. Not only did you need to dodge it yourself, but others were busy dodging. Almost always the lightning would strike at least one person and if you didn’t want that to be you, you had to dodge away from other people. Then there was the fact that some people just didn’t get it. These were also some of the best at it. Somehow, they were able to dodge it by luck.

Things did not end there. After all of the class had been fried at least once, they then made the class fight in the storm. Now there were students dodging around headless, with other students striking them. These would then nock other students back into the lightning. It was a giant clusterfuck. One that Micky oddly thrived in. Princess as well seemed to be doing well in this environment. As well as most of the support classes, to very degrees. The DPS however, were getting pissed.

Next was one on one duels. However, they called it speed dueling. The point was to duel your opponent as fast or as slow as possible. If you dueled them down fast, you could catch a slight break before the next wave. If you dueled them down slow you wouldn’t expend as much. And the support class, and even some of the ranged classes, were basically bonus rounds.

After that it was more of the dreaded running. Micky didn’t think that they could make you run more. But they always tried. And if they didn’t think you were doing it enough? Zap came the lightning, fwoosh came the fire, and smack came inumeral forms of physical pain. Micky wondered if his instructors were [Weapon Master]s because they seemed to keep pulling out more and different weapons to torture them with. Of course Micky was blacked out for most of this. They would then regularly shock him to make sure he was still blacked out and not pretending. Sometimes he did, but he couldn’t remember those times to learn from his mistake.

Then came the dreaded learning. Actually this break was more than welcomed even by the physical classes. Of course there was no sleeping in the class. If you even closed your eyes to long there were some very unpleasant spells they would use to make sure that they stayed open, and you stayed awake.

Then came more learning, but also survival training. It was very hands on. Micky definitely wouldn’t forget which spotted mushroom was the one that gave you ‘death diarrhea’ which one gave you ‘regular diarrhea’ and which one made you fart lightning. The lessons were literally etched into his body. In one case there was a very painful lesson about the [Etching Fruit] that did exactly what it’s namesake said. It was very valuable to alchemists but it looked like a tasty fruit. That chick definitely won’t forget to identify and then test everything they eat.

Finally, it was more training. Because now that they had a long ‘break’ they could have ‘intense’ training to finish off the day. After all, it wasn’t like they were ‘Doing anything’ after this right? Outside the class wasn’t something the class needed to worry about.

The only problem is that Micky just literally doesn’t remember what that last training was. Oh sure, he remembers the pain. He can physically feel the pain that he had gained from the experience, but he can’t for the life of him remember. This scared him, because what if he didn’t improve? Not because he wanted to improve anymore, but because he didn’t want to be blacked out from the pain anymore, that’s what scared him (Micky would later regret this decision).

Before Micky passed out for the day he heard the trainers mention that there would be a dungeon [Crawl] at the end of the week.