Days rolled by very differently for everyone on the first floor. For a majority of those who chose to join the combat class with Testmaster Varrick, it went slow. They had to endure the harshest of trainings and to be honest a week was not even enough to grasp the basics of what it meant to fight.
But at least they would die in a battle knowing that they had an idea of what to do to avoid actually dying. There was some solace in that.
Emil had reported what she had learned in the first two days, but afterwards they decided to focus wholly on what they learnt. The good news Aerith received was that she was learning more about her abilities and it's limits, and that was progress enough.
He wished he could say the same for Nasha, she did not seem to receive any ability from the tower. They hoped they would blossom soon. Nasha grew even more silent it made their group feel more empty than it had ever been. Aerith wished he could comfort her but he had no idea how.
