Ssarak Dyreackthanose

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As was usual for early mornings, Ssarak was in the gymnasium going through his daily exercises. Since winter had fallen over the land, it was about the only time he did not wear his fur coat. Instead, his vest and coat were laying on a bench in the corner while he lifted a few of the weights near the center of the room. He had eventually become comfortable enough in the college to remain unarmed unless he had specific need of his weapons and armor, which was rare outside of training. True to Khan's word, the college was a safe place, all things considered. Accidents were still a very real threat, but at least no one was intentionally trying to kill him. 

Most days over the past few months had been busy for Ssarak. Between his classes, his private lessons with Satori, and the hours he spent daily on exercising and training, there was not too much time left for himself. Still, he had managed to make friends with some of his fellow students, especially other psychomancers, such as Annabeth. His dedication had certainly reflected in his abilities. He had learned more in a few months than years of individual practice had taught him. Due to his private lessons, he could manipulate his mageblood in ways that even most of his peers in Satori's class could not, or at least the ones who had not dedicated time to private instruction. He still was not entirely certain what he ultimately intended to do with the abilities he was learning, but having them at least opened up new options and opportunities for him.