It was just dawn at Kamar-Taj when they returned to Earth. The sky was still dark, with stars hanging in the faintly brightening heavens. It was also time for the apprentices' morning drills.
That was the nature of martial training: practice through the bitterest cold of winter and the fiercest heat of summer, without missing a day. Even a Super Soldier like Su Ming was no exception.
It was somewhat troublesome, but it was still part of one's strength. Maintaining that strength required paying the corresponding price.
After Deathstroke took over Kamar-Taj, the students' education became more comprehensive and more modernized than it had been under the Ancient One.
Through business dealings, they exchanged resources with the S.P.E.A.R. Agency, developed alien trade with places like Vanaheim, and reduced the time apprentices spent farming and doing labor. All that time went into study instead: martial arts in the morning, magic at noon, and cultural classes at night. Their schedules were packed to the brim.
They studied six days a week and had one day off. On their rest day, they could go down the mountain to Huaxi Village for fun or stay in their dorms surfing the internet. As long as they passed the annual Witcher examination, anything went.
At that moment, the students all watched curiously as a white stone door was pushed out of the Teleportation Portal, whispering among themselves with undisguised curiosity.
They discussed the details of its carvings, the origin of the stone door, and speculated about where the Sorcerer Supreme had gone before this.
"Stop crowding around and get back to morning class!"
A bare-chested Master in black leather leggings strode over, snapping the little whip in his hand with sharp cracks. The students immediately re-formed their ranks and resumed training.
Kamar-Taj did not actually use