Jay woke up at the crack of dawn, getting out of the luxurious bed. The depression his body had made instantly disappeared, the bed springing back up. Jay walked to the door, leaving. There was nothing he had to do here. After all, he'd slept in his clothes, which hadn't really gotten all that dirty apart from a few drops of blood here and there. Opening the door, he stepped outside. Walking over to Millie's door, Jay knocked on it, attempting to wake her up with the sound of his fists.

Soon, he heard footsteps. "What do you want?," Millie asked from behind the door.

"You're not even going to ask who this is?," Jay replied, asking her a question of his own.

"I don't care. I want to sleep. If you open that door, or even touch it one more time, I will kill you. Goodnight," Millie said, an underlying sinisterness filling her tone.

Jay quickly stepped away from the door. Touching it would most likely not be the best decision he would make today. Walking down the hallway, Jay proceeded down the stairs, quickly reaching the ground floor. The barkeep sat behind the bar, serving food to a few students sitting there. "Oy! You! Get over here and eat!," The barkeep shouted at Jay, slamming a plate down on the bar. Jay smiled, grabbing it and walking to a table, eating in silence. It was good, a chicken fried to the perfect consistency. A sauce of some kind covered it, giving the meal a tangy taste.

Finishing, he waved his thanks to the barkeep, stepping outside. Fog filled the air, the sun currently invisible. Jay took a deep breath, just breathing in the cool, crisp air before he started jogging. The school blurred around him as he flew around the courtyard, warming up his powerful body. After a few laps, Jay stopped. That was good enough. He turned towards another building he had noticed while running around. Familiarizing himself with the grounds would be a good idea, so he would be able to know where everything was. Jay dashed towards the building, getting to it in a couple seconds. The old wooden doors were unlocked, so Jay simply let himself in, looking around at the revealed room.

The entire building was this one room, evidently a training room. Weapons sat on racks, target dummies were at the end of a firing range, and relatively large arenas sat all around the room, probably for sparring matches. Jay grabbed a sword, pulling it off the rack. Walking over to one of the target dummies, Jay swung it casually, not expecting much.

Suddenly, information flooded into Jay's mind. He dropped the sword, holding his head as it all flowed in. Exactly what he was doing wrong in his strike. What to do instead. Forms of the infinite elements, and how to use them in conjunction. They all flooded in, so much that he didn't know how it all stayed, without leaking out.

Eventually, the deluge stopped, and Jay cracked open an eye. Then he picked up the sword again, swinging it at the dummy. The form of Void turned it's edge into the dummy's end, slicing straight through using Void's calm nothingness. Jay moved on to the next dummy. Then the next.

They all fell to one form or another, as the forms Jay's mind knew became muscle memory as well. He didn't know how long he spent there, but after he was done, the dummies were all destroyed in various, inventive ways using a sword. At one point, he had actually picked up a spear, and had more memories flood into him, which explained all the holes on the dummies.

Jay shuddered, looking at all the destroyed dummies. Would they make him pay for it?

Millie got out of bed.

Slowly, slowly, she peeled herself out of the perfect mattress, falling off the side of the bed. When she was ready to move, she started to drag herself across the ground, pulling herself through the room.

She wasn't getting up. Not yet.

Soon, she reached the kitchen. A tendril of water shot up from her back, grabbing ingredients and utensils. It split into more, cooking food while she watched on her . Then it brought the newly made toast to her mouth, holding it in front of her face as she bit down, slowly eating it. Eventually, she finished, the tendril replacing everything it had taken out. Millie dragged herself to the wardrobe. She bit her lip after having a tendril open the door, seeing all the complicated dresses in front of her. There was no way she would get them on without standing.

Sighing, Millie stood. Slowly, she pulled herself up, grabbing the walls and whatever else she could.

Eventually, it was done. She was standing, her muscles trembling. They didn't have any strength in them until the afternoon. multiple tendrils supported her by pushing on the ground, supporting her weak muscles. More launched themselves out of her, grabbing onto a dress.

Eventually, she was done. The dress was on her, and she could stand while only using her tendrils to wrap around her muscles and support them. She opened the door, trudging down the stairs. The barkeep gave her a plate, motioning towards, it, and Millie grabbed the food, sitting down and eating. A boy came over with his own plate, opening his mouth. "Ummm... Ithinkyou'recutewanttogoonadatewithme?," he asked, the words coming out in a rush. Millie slowly turned to look at him, her face sagging. "I just woke up. Leave, or face the consequences."

The boy tried again, seemingly not getting her warning. "UM. SorrybutIreallywanttogoonadatecanyouplea-"

Jay suddenly heard screams of pain. He listened, trying to find the direction they were coming from, but they suddenly stopped. He shrugged. It was probably his imagination.