â...Plus, it's a class where you can kill things and not get yelled at.â
Came Jordyn's reply. W-what? Kill things? Hannah's jaw couldn't drop any further without touching the ground. That was just- just horrible! Why would you say such things? The girl could only hope that her roommate was... joking.
She shivered. Honestly, Hannah could never think of killing something. Especially with her powers. That was the scary part, and something that actually had her in a depressed mood for the rest of the study class.
*Ring!*
Again, that horrendous bell throwing the entire building into a mess. Within seconds, the table that Hannah had been sharing with the other girls emptied. What class? Ah, yes, training.
If she could've argued with that discussion a few minutes ago, the mute girl would've been the one to say; No, I hate training.
Training meant making use of her powers, training meant possible disaster for her, and her coach. Neither party she wished permanent harm. Lowering her head, the girl slowly gathered her stuff and headed out to her personal assigned training room. Once there, she was greeted with another staff member. Every day a new one, wasn't it? A blonde, tall man this time around. Young too. Probably new, as was evident by the fact that he didn't know Hannah at first glance. Even calling her Miss McKarte, unlike the other staff members, who simply called her by name.
Shyly nodding as a way of greeting, Hannah seated herself on the matching table and chair. She was given a memory assignment. Match the cards, one of the many basic methods that tested her ability. Oddly enough. As the young man seated opposite of the red-haired girl, Hannah watched as the man showed her one image, and she had to find the exact same one among a perfectly arranged row of flipped images.