"As you know you'll be taking two test, it will significantly more harder than your last semester tests, it's still the written will be the same but physical will be different"
The mood of the classroom changed in a instant, the students were reawakened to the exam coming up this year.
"You will be taken to a Colosseum this time you will fight a total of 3 duels, with anyone of your choosing.
"The squad leaders will be watching and judge you. This time you'll be more prepared."
"Some of you may feel worried since your about to decide your future so soon, to help ease the stress of weight, the school has given you the option to not chose one, but this is the best opportunity to become a member of a clan"
"And if your wondering how I know this, think about it"
…
One of the kids opened their eyes as if they reached a new realm of enlightenment.
"You're squad leader?"
"Yes! The Black Crowns"
The Black Crowns was one of many clans in the kingdom, they mostly serve the king, the clan often serve the king, serving as a specialist unit.
Many kids knew that Sir Henry was a part of a clan, he would mention it from time to time, but many people never thought he was actually a squad leader!
The kids were were shocked, they knew Sir Henry were a powerful individual, but being a squad leader was like the equivalent to blasphemy. The other squad leaders were mature, some sweet and kind, but most quiet. He known as a dick to a lot of people, adults, students, and even his seniors.
'There were many squad leaders with in a black crowns, I know that squad leaders don't always have to be the strongest, as long as they get good result, they stayed a squad leader, but him!!'
"Sir, why did you join the Black Crowns" one of the other kids asked
As leans on the podium he teaches he say "I was interested, that simple"
"Let's get back to the lesson"
'That was one question' the kid thought
He grabs some chalk and writes down on the board
…
After watching and taking notes about the upcoming second semester exam, it was about time to leave to his last hour.
He knew that the survival and history of magic class would be a written exam for the most part, he was worried, he knew that 'his' class would be the hardest.
The bell rang loud through the class, it was a siren of relief, joy, the release from eternal pain that was this class. Marcus immediately gotten up and walked to the door fast as he could. Then he called out
"The bell does not dismiss you I dismiss you, so Marcus, get back in your seat"
"Really! Why do you do this, there's only 4 of us"
"4!" He repeated
Marcus knew the punishment, if he spoke up, he tried to keep it at minimum through the year. He had gotten a rise out of the little students he had multiple times, but Marcus undoubtedly held the crown.
The professor spoke loudly but trying to have a tone of genuine frustration, but Marcus knew this bastard was sadistic.
He lightly squeezed his two fingers on his nose bridge while speaking.
"Why do you keep doing this! It simple don't stand up until I tell you to, and ou can't leave when I tell you to."
Marcus stood quiet listening, even it took everything to hold it, it was like a balloon being filled with air, trying to keep everything in.
"You're just a stupid brat who knows nothing but to defy the rules"
"Like really do you not know just how to follow one simple instructions, I tell you when you leave! Sit down!"
He did not yell at Marcus not scream, it was just him speaking loud enough for Marcus to his him, he was adjusting his voice just to make the play more real.
Marcus went back to his chair, waiting for the class to be dismissed. Then he dismissed the class and Marcus headed to his last class.
…
The extra class was, external and internal foundations of magic.
Marcus entered a huge training hall, it looked as if it could fit a thousand people. There were every workout machine, every type of weapon, accessory and even armor.
Marcus was never really shocked at the size of the place, he seen bigger places after all, why should he ever be shocked.
At the beginning of the year a students are given a copy of the item they chose. If students use their weapons where they're not allowed, if they do expulsion would be considered.
Marcus had grabbed a classic long sword, nothing too special, it was the weapon that was accessible, efficient, and dangerous. Marcus's ability was that if he get hurt he gets stronger, the long sword help him stay into the fight, inevitably causing his ability to actually.
About 100 students had gathered near the entrance of the hall, the instructor was the one who was standing in front of the huge crowd as the students backs face the the huge arched double doors.
The instructor spoke with confidence of a veteran, someone who's been perfecting his craft for decades "listen up everyone!!! We will be going over the basic magic and personal magic"
The professor started to walk to a gigantic board at the end of the hall, the board was already prewritten, they were written in big texts allowing all students to see the board.
Marcus was in the back of the class, with his long sword in its scabbard, nearly trailing on the ground. Marcus looked at the chalk board with confusion and annoyance.
'His hand writing is so bad' Marcus and may other students thought excruciatingly.
The professor begins talking with great ignorance of his bad calligraphy and starts talking about the lesson at hand.
"I will introduce a topic later this class, but for your to understand it, you must understand everything else!!" The teacher yelled keeping all attention towards him
"I will call you one by one, you will show me a basic technique, doesn't matter which one, and a your personal ability"
"Reigna Vargo!" The professor called out a students.
A redhead hair girl came out, the teacher pointed at his chest, signaling for her to hit him their. Her weapon was a assult rifle, she chose a relatively small one, but kept a strong punch.
She raised her rifle as a grayish near clear mist forms around it.
BANG BANG BANG
She shot three times, each bullet was covered in the mist, even through they broke the sound barrier as it was, the bullets we're stronger faster, and more precise. The bullets we're about to hit the professor, piercing the atmosphere to reach the balky man.
In a instant, like if he was teleporting, he grabbed all three of them. He held the bullets in his hand, while the sound of ringing extremely loud metal colliding with metal sung through the classroom. Many of the students had dropped to the ground in sheer agony, the sound was brief but still facing metallic clattering hell was pain. The professor opened his hand and dropped the crushed bullets onto the floor.
Riegna layer on the floor clearly in pain, covering her ears. She was crying in agony, she faced the brunt of the metallic screams.
She had slowly gotten up and as so the rest of the class. Everyone had glimpse of the tall, brown short hair professor.
He spoke with not much bother whilst keeping a smile "Better to have a little pain than a ricochet"
Then he reached his hand to the student and demanded to see her ability.
She activated her ability. Small feint red energy flowed around her body. It was flowed as though it didn't protect, it looked weaker as if a flick of the finger, most importantly it looked soft.
She reached forward and welcomed his handshake. Her aura immediately constricted, hardening to protect herself from the from the leftover heat from his iron like palm. Soon a sizzle could be heard from the two clasping palms.
The brown hair instructor grasp her palm tight, making it impossible for her to escape. The sizzling sound was extremely painful, moving bullets where compressed and sealed into an iron palm.
Reigna looked at the teacher with a level of hatred in her eyes, the level a small pettiness this teacher had for her, just because she was one lower class the him and was a recommendation.
After a while the remaining energy had left and the teacher had let go, and ranked her proformace
"6/10"
He had clear biasness, instead of actually appreciating his entire class.