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[color=pink]”Ngh… C’mon c’mon c’mon…”[/color] Mamoru struggled to write her name onto her test paper. Ever since her last battle her hand had been heavily bandaged. The nurse managed to salvage it so that it wasn’t going to be amputated it heavily scarred (though there were still faint cuts all over her hands), but her hands were still numb and it was hard to grip things. By the end of the day Mamoru had a hard time so much as holding her pen, let alone writing. Fortunately she can still read so she was just much more verbal than usual.

Of course Mamoru had other problems too. She couldn’t really pick up her things so she just slipped her arm through and carried it over her shoulders. Trying to open doors was difficult too so she had to either hook her fingers through the latches or just use her legs. Putting in clothes was also close to torture; she had to button her shirts with her teeth. But never once did Mamoru complain or ask for help: her current state was just the price she paid as a hero. Someone had to make the sacrifice and Mamoru choose to do what no one else was willing or able to do. Sure she wants to complain about it, but what good would that do? She couldn’t expect others to take pity in her or try to help her. She can’t ask others to make the same sacrifice.

Contemplating these thoughts Mamoru dropped her school supplies into her back and headed back to the dorm. She skipped, swinging her limp and useless arms side-to-side. While she had work to do she wasn’t going to worry about it: she was going to play tonight and work hard tomorrow! Along the way she found a vending machine that had one of her favorite drinks: Cream Soda!

[color=pink]”You [i]will[/i] be mine!”[/color]

First Mamoru had to get her wallet out. She tried to grab it but her grip was too weak and her wallet too slick. [color=pink]”Damn this synthetic leather! Why you do smooth?!”[/color] Mamoru tried to shake her butt to force the wallet out from her skirt pocket. She was surprisingly successful and managed to get her wallet to fly out of her pocket. [color=pink]”Hiya!”[/color] Kicking her wallet midair Mamoru managed to get it to go high and caught it with her face. Now for the difficult part: extracting and getting 200 yen to pay for her soda. With no hands.

[color=pink]”My greatest challenge yet.”[/color]

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Donny packed up his things as the final class came to a close. Heroism aside, Komei was like any other school with all its homework and after class assignments. Donny wanted to complain about how it’ll be hard for him to train if he had so much work to do, but truthfully he just wanted to keep slacking off. He’s been doing somewhat well at maintaining his work, but he’s he been staying up very late into the night to either finish homework or play video games. It wasn’t entirely unusual for him to only get five hours of sleep due to his night owl tendencies.

Even now Donny had a variable mound of work to do. Most of it were writing assignments, his least favorite type of work. Give him a topic he likes and he could crank out essays in hours, but writing an objective perspective about the Meiji Restoration and it’ll take him hours just to figure out research. [color=firebrick]”Ugh… Not good…”[/color]

Donny returned to the dormitories and set his work into a coffee table in the commons. As usual Donny is the easy work first. Mathematics, English, and Ethics. Most of it was just find-and-report stuff so all Donny needed to do was find the source and then regurgitate it back onto the paper. [color=firebrick]”Teaching you how to find the right info instead of knowing the right info.”[/color] Donny sighed as he opened up jus laptop. He took one look at the assignment outline then stood up and went to the kitchen to make himself a snack. Or dinner.