Early morning.
Aske slowly woke up in bed.
So tired, he felt as if his body had been hollowed out.
He had never realized before that teaching could be such a painful affair.
It wasn't that everyone was slow, in fact, the girls were quite intelligent. After all, they had studied under him for nearly two years and their way of thinking was completely in sync with the players; he only needed to explain the theories briefly and everyone would understand.
The problem was that everyone's "thirst for knowledge" was too high, which meant they kept asking him increasingly difficult questions... Well, he had intended to explain these to them gradually, but he hadn't expected the girls to have already self-learned to this extent.
It was like undergraduate students suddenly starting to self-study postgraduate courses, which left him, a doctoral advisor, both gratified and weary.
