The snow started falling from the cold-looking sky and added another layer of blanket snow on the ground.
"…"
Rock stood in the yard. Hands inside the pockets of his winter coat. He was looking at his shivering students.
They weren't in their winter clothes. They weren't allowed to while training. Thus, they only wore their thin clothes.
"So cold…"
Machary whispered under his breath and tried moving his legs and arms to get some blood flowing.
"Haah…"
Fang Raon breathed out cold air and looked at other students, who were also suffering—about twelve of them.
"Is it cold?"
Rock asked.
"No, teacher!"
They shouted, but of course, they didn't mean it, as it was obviously cold as if they were in the heart of a snowstorm.
"We'll start with your favorite training. A simple jog."
Rock said with a smile.
However, when his students heard that, their faces turned even paler, as if they had seen a ghost.
