As Tiraz and his friends emerged from the woods, they found themselves stepping into the bustling main area of the academy.Students from various classes were milling about, their vibrant conversations filling the air. It was a sight to behold—the diverse array of students, each with their own unique appearance and aura.Among the crowd, Tiraz's eyes locked with the silver-haired edgelord he had spotted during the assembly.The enigmatic figure stood by the academy gates, his presence exuding an air of aloofness and superiority. His posture was rigid, his gaze piercing, and his companions mirrored his distinguished appearance.As Tiraz drew closer, he overheard the silver-haired individual utter disdainful words about Class D, his voice dripping with arrogance and contempt. The words stung, fueling Tiraz's determination to prove him wrong. Even though the words weren't about his Class, it somehow was related to them."Pathetic, disappointing of me to assume that the bunch of retards i

Professor Albert Orion stood at the front of the classroom, his sharp gaze swept over the students of Class A, his voice resonating with authority as he imparted his knowledge.The room was filled with an air of discipline and studiousness, with the students diligently taking notes and absorbing every word.However, amidst the hushed ambiance, a sudden commotion caught the corner of Professor Orion's eye.Turning his head slightly, he observed a scene unfolding outside the classroom window. There, racing toward the woods with wild abandon, was none other than Tiraz, the perpetual latecomer of Class E.Tiraz's vibrant hair fluttered in the breeze as he dashed through the academy grounds, his expression a mixture of panic and determination. "I'm late again!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the campus.A flicker of amusement danced in Professor Orion's eyes, although his stern countenance remained unchanged.He couldn't help but appreciate the irony of Tiraz's perpetual tardiness,

Tiraz trudged wearily into his modest home, his energy depleted after a long day of working his delivery job.The weight of his fatigue settled heavily on his shoulders as he closed the door behind him, shutting out the noise of the outside world.With a sigh of relief, he began to peel off his dirt-stained clothes, carefully placing them in a pile to be dealt with later.The scent of sweat and exertion clung to his body, a reminder of the toil he had endured throughout the day.As he moved through his small kitchen, the aroma of a stew simmering on the stove enveloped the room.The rhythmic bubbling of the pot provided a soothing soundtrack to Tiraz's tired mind. He took a moment to appreciate the simple comfort of a warm meal waiting for him.But first, he needed to wash away the grime of the day.Tiraz made his way to the bathroom, where he turned on the tap, letting the water flow until it reached the perfect temperature. Steam rose from the cascading liquid, creating a calming am

The students stood in awe as Mr. Arkram's piercing gaze scanned the training area. With a confident smirk, he clenched his fists, and a surge of energy pulsed through the ground beneath their feet.The floor rumbled as cracks spread out, forming a circular ring, encasing them within its boundary."What the...?" Tiraz muttered, his eyes widening in disbelief.Mr. Arkram's eyes sparkled with amusement as he addressed his students. "Behold, the battlefield of your dreams, my dear students. Here, you shall engage in battle to your heart's content." His voice carrying a tinge of sarcasm and exaggeration.The students exchanged bewildered glances, their curiosity piqued by the extraordinary display of Mr. Arkram's magic."Now, listen up," Mr. Arkram continued, his voice echoing with authority. "Here are the rules of engagement. Each battle will be an individual fight. No interference from anyone else, unless you want a taste of my not-so-friendly fire."Aria raised her hand, her voice fille

Mr. Arkram stood at the edge of the training ground, his gaze focused on the battles unfolding before him.He had meticulously crafted the matchups, carefully considering each student's strengths and weaknesses.As he watched his students face off against one another, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and anticipation.The battles had been fierce and intense, showcasing the determination and resilience of Class E.Each student had fought with a fervor that impressed Mr. Arkram, their skills and strategies honed through countless hours of training.As the dust settled from the previous battles, Mr. Arkram found a moment of solitude amidst the cheering and clashing of combat.He took a deep breath, his mind filled with a multitude of thoughts and observations."These battles are more than just tests of strength and skill," Mr. Arkram mused to himself."They are opportunities for growth, for my students to push their limits, and to discover the depths of their own potential."He