Mako approached the room labeled 1-E, excited to see the faces of his friends that he hadn't seen in two months; only to be disappointed to see that in a room full of cadets, he couldn't spot his friends anywhere.
Mako's mood imdiately plumted as now he would have to search all the different classes to eventually find his friends.
He quietly walked inside the classroom and took a seat in the middle of the last row in the left corner of the room.
So of the students turned to acknowledge Mako's presence while most completely ignored him and continued whatever they were doing.
Mako was never an attention seeker unlike his old classmates, who basically begged for attention from everyone.
Even though he was now strong and could fit in with the other students in his class, the years of trauma that he had gone through; constantly being bullied and beaten up by others prevented him from opening up to anybody.
In his mind he knew that it didn't matter whether he was strong or weak, these people were the sa and if they treated people differently based on their power level, then they were nothing but fakes and he didn't want to do anything with them.
At first, nobody paid any attention to Mako who just put his head down on his desk; waiting for his very first lesson in the military school to begin.
All of them were suppressing their auras so nobody could gauge how strong any of them were, but if they had gotten into the advanced class, it was quite certain that they were indeed strong.
Mako was browsing through his system interface and making future plans when all of a sudden he sensed a hand approaching him from behind.
Mako's perception was greater than the average student his power level so he was easily able to sense the hand approaching him.
In an instant, Mako twisted his upper body while remaining seated and grabbed the incoming hand with his right hand, stopping it firmly.
The whole thing happened so quickly that even caught the person who was approaching off guard.
Suddenly, the whole room fell silent as everyone's attention turned towards Mako as he firmly grabbed onto the person's arm; not letting go.
The person tried to pull his hand back using an increasing amount of force to do so but Mako was still not budging.
"Look... I am not in the mood, especially on my first..." Mako said slowly and quietly.
However, he was cut off before he could finish his sentence.
"Mako, co on man! Let go! It's !" An unfamiliar yet familiar voice resounded in Mako's ears prompting him to finally look up at whose hand had he actually caught.
He looked up to find a person he completely did not expect to share a class with.
"Andrew?" Mako spoke out of confusion, recognizing the person who had approached him but was still completely unsure of how he was even here.
There was a mont of awkward silence between them as Mako couldn't find the words to explain his confusion as this made no sense. Erin had told them that Sven, Finn, and Andrew; her old teammates, were all accepted in the basic class so how was Andrew sitting in the advanced class?
"Can you let go of my hand, please? People are starting to look..." Andrew whispered with a hint of embarrassnt as more people were starting to take notice of the sudden silence and tension that had ensued in the room.
Mako quickly let go and apologized for his sudden reaction but the truth was that he still hadn't recovered ntally from his first mission and now more than ever, he always wanted to remain on his toes so that he wouldn't get snuck up on and knocked out of the fight early.
The tension in the air slowly died down and the other students slowly returned to what they were doing but making a ntal note of the event in their minds to watch out for Mako as from the tiny display of power he had just shown, it was clear that he wasn't to be ssed around with.
Andrew took a seat beside Mako and before he could say
anything, He replied to the question that was racing on Mako's
mind.
"I know... I know... I didn't even expect to put in the advanced
class, but it looks like my recent jump in ability and skill just
barely t the criteria for the military to be accepted into the
advanced class despite my poor performance during the
military test." Andrew stated in a quiet voice, still a bit caught
back by Mako's sudden reaction.
Mako slowly processed what Andrew just said and nodded as
he understood what he ant.
Even though the military test was ant to be the biggest
deciding factor in which class you were assigned to, it wasn't
the only one as the cadets could still train hard and show their
results which might warrant the military to change their class
grade depending on whether they were impressed by the
improvent or not.
Mako was glad that Andrew was able to make the cut and that
he finally had a familiar face in his class. He apologized again for
his sudden behavior and congratulated him on his
improvent.
Andrew was soone that Mako knew very little about as
everything he knew ca from what Erin had told about him.
The only physical interaction he had with "Andrew" was in the
military test which turned out to be Haruto in disguise, so he
didn't know what type of character Andrew really was.
However, he did trust his friends and if Erin's words were to be
believed, then he was sure that the two of them could beco
acquaintances in the coming future.
"Have you run into any of the others by any chance?" Mako
asked during his conversation with Andrew, hoping to get so
info about where so of his friends were.
"No... I actually intended to ask you that sa thing about
whether you knew where Erin was or not." Andrew replied with
a look of disappointnt on his face that was shared by Mako.
Mako was about to say sothing when all of a sudden, his
perception kicked in as he sensed a superior aura approaching
the room.
This ti; however, the reaction was the sa by every single
student as they all turned towards the door, clearly affected by
the aura that was approaching quickly.
Mako imdiately knew that this had to be the teacher or
soone who was in charge as the aura far exceeded any
Rookie Tier cadet. He couldn't quite put his finger on it as his
aura reading ability wasn't so great, but the aura did feel a bit
familiar to him as if he had been in the presence of this aura
before.
The door slid open and entered a young woman with dark hair
with a blue tint, a hush fell over the students as they focused
on the entrance.
The young woman's presence was constricting the space
around her. Clad in an outfit that seamlessly blended elegance
and mystery, she wore a tight one piece suit that seed like it
was alive and flowing paired with midnight-blue robe adorned
with intricate silver embroidery that seed to shimr in the
ambient light.
The robe itself seed to dance with shadows that quickly
enveloped the floor of the classroom and quickly began
climbing onto the walls, as if it were an extension of the very
darkness she controlled.
Her long, obsidian hair cascaded down her shoulders in loose
waves, framing a face that held an air of both strength and
serenity.
As she stepped further into the room, a subtle trail of shadows
followed her, hinting at the power that she wielded.
With this deliberate gesture, she had released a fraction of her
aura, allowing it to perate the room.
A subtle chill crept through the air, and the ethereal mist of
darkness began creeping closer and closer towards the
students.
The students, caught in the grip of her otherworldly energy, felt
a shiver down their spines as they beca acutely aware of the
difference in power that emanated from their new teacher.
Just as quickly as the aura appeared, she reined it in,
suppressing the shadows with ease. The shadows quickly
reverted back into her robe and her superior aura was now
completely suppressed.
The room, once suffused with an otherworldly presence,
returned to its normal state.
Breaking the silence, she addressed her stunned students with
a warm yet authoritative voice, "Good morning, young cadets. I
am your horoom instructor, Angela and I am here to guide
you through your journey in military school."
"Let our journey together begin. I will start by giving you a brief
introduction to the military school as well as your duties and
training course that you will follow for the following two years."
The air slowly shifted from tension to anticipation as the
students, still captivated by the brief display of her power,
prepared for the lessons that awaited them.
'Angela!?' Mako exclaid in his thoughts as he listened to his
horoom teacher alongside the other classmates as she
began introducing the military school to the new cadets.
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