Light Confrontation
1170 Words
As I walked, I found the school ground was practically bare of students. Well, it would make sense, as it was school hours now. Unless if it was a free period, it would not be possible to find a student out and about at this time.
As I roamed about, I was approached by the last person I ever want to see. Well… considering our situation, it was more that I was not ready to see alone with…
“You’re not in class,” he spoke behind me.
I instinctively flinched when I heard his call, before then taking in a breath and turned to face him.
“What about you? I thought you’re a professor now,” I retorted.
Edward narrowed his eyes slightly at my words, unamused with them. “I’m your combat professor, a class which you will not be taking until after your coming mock exam,” he explained.
“Well likewise, my class is basically having nothing but free periods until after the mock exam. … Maybe…” I said, muttering that last part to myself.
Whether he did not notice or just did not care to, I was not sure, but Edward only continued to stare at me, observing my every being, so to speak. As any girl would when being stared at by a guy so intensely, or anyone for that matter, I felt very uncomfortable under his gaze.
“If there is nothing else, I have places to be,” I said.
As I turned to leave, Edward spoke once more. “Where is your cloak?”
I felt frustrated at the question. Out of all things he would ask, it was about some piece of cloth our parents left me with? I know he stopped seeing me as his sister, and that as heir of the Anberibca family, he had to do whatever it takes to ensure nothing ruins their reputation, but at this point…
“Does it matter?” I voiced out. “No one even knows of our connection. You have absolutely nothing to be concerned with.” Without waiting for another word out of his mouth, I walked away, not wanting to lend another moment with this guy.
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Not long after my little meeting with Edward, I met up with someone else in the halls.
“I’m surprised someone is still bothering to come. Or are you just finding a place to laze around?” Terrarium asked.
How should one respond to the professor who made it very clear that she was not going to teach her own class a thing? That rather than put her faith in her own students, she more believed they will fail the upcoming exam no matter what? While I understood the reason for her decision, it was still wrong. Regardless…
“I am not here to laze around. I’m here to talk a classmate into joining us for training,” I told her.
Terrarium did not react to my claim much. Just sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Another one, I see…” she muttered. “Look. I don’t know what goes on in you commoners’ heads, but it will not work out.”
I raised a brow at that in confusion. “What are you talking about?”
“You think you can gather all the nobles and crossbreeds together, have them help you commoners, train you to be as strong as them. Unfortunately, it won’t work. Not only will there be not enough time, but those troublemakers will never bother in even making friends with any of you. The human nobles out of the way, those crossbreeds are more akin to weaponry combat. They are off no help to you in the coming exam, where students from other classes are free to use their magic to stop you.
It was one thing to underestimate these students, but insulting them was an entirely different story, for each comment coming out of her mouth made me quite angry. “Okay, I don’t know what sort of history you have with our predecessors, but you are terribly mistaken if you think we are the same as them,” I told her.
“You’re going to partake in the mock exam with the intention to at least get out of last place, aren’t you? Not take first place, but get out of dead last.” I stopped when she said that. “If not that, then perhaps you plan on taking on the other classes. Defeat their leader to display how strong you truly are. To do that, you will band together with the other commoners and do what you can to get stronger in your own way, alongside any friendly classmates who are either crossbreed or noble. Am I wrong?”
I went silent at those claims, shocked that she actually guessed them all right. That is... if one can call those guesses. While it was quite obvious that we of Class F would want to get out of the constant last place spot, the thought of beating the other classes through combat did not slip my mind. After all, if we had to resort to stronger measures to keep the nobles silent, what better way of doing that than to force them to submission in a fight? And with the mock exam coming up, it was practically the perfect setup. Still... for her to guess that right... Were there others who had thought the same thing? No, even though...
"Would it matter if we have the same thought as the predecessors? If anything it only proves how open minded we are compared to nobles such as you," I stated. "You may think we're being foolish, but we're anything but. We are open to chances and possibilities, something you nobles lack. Well... Most of you, at least."
Terranium raised a brow at that. "And what do you mean by 'most of us'?"
"Because unlike the nobles you may really know of, the ones in your class are nothing like them. Granted, they are... quite the colorful group, to say the least. But they actually try to understand us, because like us, no one tried to understand them; because we are trying to keep an open mind. Maybe if you had continued to do your job as you should, you would see that yourself instead of flat out giving up on us. Now, if you don't mind, I have a classmate to find and convince to join our training session, just as I had already done to the rest of the class."
I could've sworn I saw her widen her eyes at those words, as Terranium turned to me and asked, "You got the whole class to join?"
I was not in the mood to answer her question, and simply turned to leave.
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