When I turned around, I saw an aging man with graying hair approach us slowly. His pace seemed casual, but he gave off an imposing aura like that of a thousand marching horses.
"Vice Principal!"
The students all bowed to the old man. With a slight nod, he made his way toward me. When he passed by the identification which had been thrown onto the ground by the gatekeeper earlier, he waved his hand, and the piece of paper actually flew up from the ground and landed in his hands.
"Leon Storm of Wyatt City! Can anyone tell me what's going on here?"
Though his voice was not very loud, everyone could hear him clearly.
As if he had seen his savior, the gatekeeper huddled over to the man and bowed to him with an ingratiating smile.
"Sir! This little brat said that he was reporting in from Wy
