As soon as he walked into the classroom, Max felt like he was in high school all over again. At least the subjects they were teaching was more interesting than what they offered back home. There was no math, thank goodness, but instead there was something labeled battle training. That sounded like fun! Although, he had to wonder just what kind of fight his little partner would be able to put up. Max looked at the Nyaromon in his arms, and the small catlike creature just gave a blank look in return.

Class started the minute everyone sat down in their chairs. The professor started talking, and went on and on and on. Yep, this was definitely like high school again. He knew this was only the first day, but Max was never good at keeping up with long lectures. He kept on talking for four hours straight. How was anybody supposed to learn anything from listening to somebody yak for that long? He didn't even let anyone ask any questions. Max lost interest very quickly, and zoned out into his own world. Everything the teacher was saying was no doubt in the blue handbook on his desk, he could look at that later. On the other hand, Cinderella was sitting on the table, listening to this is as if it were the most fascinating subject in the world. 

[color=violet][i]There are some cute boys in this class...[/i][/color] Max thought to himself. [color=violet][i]Shame they're probably all underage... and they're probably all straight too.[/i][/color] Max sighed. Meeting other guys was always challenge.

The only break was when Cindy made a face that meant she had to go to the bathroom, and Max had to tend to their needs. Otherwise the class was pretty dull. Finally, the class was over. Max got up, picked up his book and Digimon companion, and went to the door. Apparently, they were headed to some place called the Arena. That must be where those Battle Training classes were.

[color=pink]"Oh boy! Lunchtime!"[/color] Cinderella shouted as she bounced around in Max's arms. He had to keep a tight grip on her to keep from getting away.

Max laughed, and patted the Nyaromon on her head. Now, Mr. Mameo let them ask questions. Now that she'd mentioned it, there was one thing needed to know. [color=violet]"Yeah, about lunch time. Anything in particular we should feed them? Or not feed them?"[/color] He asked as he held on tightly to his Nyaromon.