"So let me get this straight," Kori said at breakfast. "You challenged Osamu's second-years in front of the entire Academy. HAH! I've never been prouder. You're going to get absolutely flattened!"
She'd tried to stop herself from laughing out loud. "So I talked to some people. Let's at least make the flattening take a while."
The people, it turned out, had been bought Kori's personal currency – more pastries. The hall they sent them to sat deeper in the Academy than most students ever went. It was older than the rest of the building, and plainly built by people who expected damage and didn't want the room to blow up when it came.
