Noah clasped his mentor's shoulder gently, then headed out to collect Sand from where the other students had finished cleaning him up.
Sand looked marginally better after having the blood washed from his face, though the swelling and bruising were still dramatic. He could barely see through his blackened eyes, and his movements were stiff with pain.
They got into Noah's GTR, Sand wincing as he settled into the passenger seat. Noah started the engine and looked at him expectantly.
"Give me the address of your family's estate. We're settling this partnership arrangement today."
Sand provided the address through swollen lips, his voice thick from the beating. The location was in an exclusive area about forty minutes away, the kind of gated community where property values started at eight figures.
As Noah pulled onto the road and began driving, he reached into his storage ring again and withdrew a loaf of bread, holding it out to Sand while keeping his other hand on the wheel.
