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The quickest way to fail school was to kill a teacher. Even if he attacked me and tried to rob me of my magic, that didn’t change the fact that Master Ryuga was no longer in the land of the living.
“Is he really dead?” Astrid asked, glaring at the pile of rubble and the dead Dragon. Even if I didn’t like my snooty classmate, she was right for asking.
Maybe he wasn’t dead? The lower half of his body was completely submerged under a tonne of debris and rocks, but maybe he somehow survived. Maybe—
“He’s dead.” Flavia nudged the Shinigami teacher. “Very dead.”
If she said it, it had to be true. She was a third-year and knew what she was doing.
“Great. That’s probably not going to help our grade,” Sim remarked. He grunted while picking up his broken scythe and limped towards the couches
