Without wasting time, Arthur headed out of the private training hall. His steps were slower now, his body finally claiming the price of everything he had pushed it through.
He soon passed through the corridors and approached the exit of the general training hall.
The receptionist from before was still there.
The man's eyes locked onto Arthur immediately, sharp and unfriendly, as if he had been waiting just to glare at him. The hostility was obvious.
Arthur blinked, then gave a casual wave.
The man's expression darkened even more.
Arthur almost laughed.
Some people really held grudges seriously.
But he did not stop. He simply walked past, hands behind his head, acting as if nothing had happened. The man's anger was none of his business.
Right now, all he wanted was his bed.
The walk back to his dorm felt longer than usual.
