The following day, Montrael Middle School.
The first bell of the day rang. It echoed far and wide. The students poured inside their classrooms.
With a hunched posture and a backpack over his right shoulder, Jock arrived in his classroom and saw that everyone in the class had already walked over to their friends, leaving him as the last one to arrive.
"…Yeah, my master whipped me back into shape yesterday. Three hours of torturous exercise. I was even thinking about skipping school today, as my body is broken, haha."
"…I'm just glad we have a sitting class today."
"…That tag team tournament is coming up soon."
Jock walked to his desk. It was at the front of the class. He sat down and put the backpack on the hook of his desk.
While everyone else in the class was talking with someone, there was no one he could talk to, as he didn't have friends.
