Fenrir sat up, bored waiting for his roommate. He opened the door once again, then went and handed a note into the front office. He was planning to skip class today and the note would give him an excuse. Then, as he entered the courtyard he saw the two boys talking. It was Sora, the softmore who had driven Fenrir crazy the year before, and some new kid. Fenrir laughed as he walked by, waving his pass out of class in Sora's face. Then he ran off, a quick sprint to the training area.
Fenrir pulled his rapier from its sheath and cut into the training dummy. Then he used magic to mend the cut and slashed again, ripping the dummy to shreds. He flipped his palm, and once again it was whole. This process continued until Fenrir was dripping with sweat and the constant healing wasn't making a difference on the dummy. Fenrir threw his blade down and then drew his broadsword. He swung it hard and cut the entire dummy in half.