FLICCKKERR
His eyes fluttered open, and the first thing he saw was the white ceiling above.
Sitting up, his hands grabbed at his head, shaking them to clear away the blurriness.
That was when it occurred to him, and he turned to his wrist.
He expected a cut, but there was nothing.
He had healed already, though it wasn't smooth.
There was a blade scar running across the length of his wrist up to his elbow.
"Even for an anomalous corer, you healed unnaturally fast."
The words resounded from the side, and Everlearn turned away from the scar on his hands, finding the Weapon Instructor whose white eyes were currently staring at him
"I lost...again,"
Everlearn mused, his hands folding into a fist.
"No, you actually passed," the Weapon Instructor said as Everlearn turned to him.
"There are levels to the Weapon Training.
"The first is an assessment."
"To see if the newcomers can match the skills of a corer who possesses the average of their strength.
