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,
The students of Class E exited the classroom, their minds buzzing with a mix of curiosity, excitement, and a tinge of apprehension.They formed a small circle outside, eager to discuss the enigmatic Mr. Arkram and the path their academic journey would now take.As they exchanged theories and shared their thoughts, a voice echoed from within the classroom.It was Mr. Arkram, still lounging with his feet up on the desk, his nonchalant demeanor intact."Oi, you lot! Before you scamper off, listen up," he called out, his voice carrying a hint of authority buried beneath layers of indifference.The students turned their attention back to the classroom, their gazes fixed on their unorthodox teacher."Starting tomorrow, I'll be gracing you all with my presence at the designated time," Mr. Arkram continued, his voice dripping with dry sarcasm."Don't keep me waiting. I expect you to show up on time, whether you find it entertaining or not."Tiraz, Aria, Kael, Luna, and Marx exchanged puzzled
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 morning sun cast its golden rays into the classroom, illuminating the air with a sense of anticipation.As the clock struck 9, Tiraz found himself standing beside his classmates, bracing for the arrival of their new companions.With an air of superiority, Mr. Arkram strolled into the room, followed closely by the five unfamiliar faces.Their presence carried an unmistakable aura of arrogance, instantly drawing the attention of Tiraz and his friends."Behold, your new classmates," Mr. Arkram announced with a wry smile, his voice tinged with amusement. "Let's hope they can bring some semblance of intellect to this class.""Make them feel welcome, if you can manage that," He said, his eyes falling towards Tiraz."Also, Good job making it on time Tiraz""Same to you, Mr. Arkram," Tiraz shot his quick wit right back at Mr. Arkram, who left a smile for his comeback.But the air seemed to carry tension as Mr. Arkram took his seat.Tiraz exchanged puzzled glances with Aria, Kael, Luna, an
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
Kael and Freya stood facing each other in the ring, their eyes locked in a battle of wills. Freya, with her towering height, couldn't resist the opportunity to taunt Kael."Well, well, Kael. Looks like you're going to have to work extra hard to even reach my height," Freya sneered, a smug grin stretching across her face.Kael chuckled, undeterred by her arrogant remark. "Height doesn't determine the strength of a fighter, Freya. And while we're on the subject, I couldn't help but notice how flat your chest is. Must be tough carrying around that ego."Freya's eyes widened in disbelief, a mixture of anger and surprise flashing across her features. "You little-"Before she could finish her retort, Mr. Arkram blew the whistle, initiating the start of their battle.Kael's movements were swift, his agility evident as he dodged Freya's initial onslaught of attacks.Freya, with her raw strength, aimed powerful strikes at Kael, trying to overwhelm him with sheer force.But Kael, with his fines
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
It was now time for the fourth battle.Mr. Arkram's commanding voice echoed through the arena as he called upon the next pair of fighters. "Marx and Asher, step forward. It's time for your battle."Marx, with his stoic demeanor and concealed eyes behind tinted glasses, walked to the ring without uttering a word.His presence alone exuded an aura of seriousness that demanded attention.Asher, on the other hand, sauntered into the ring with an arrogant swagger.His vibrant, multicolored hair and an array of tattoos painted a picture of artistic rebellion.He couldn't resist mocking Marx with a condescending grin."Well, well, Marx. Looks like I'm up against a living statue. Can you even move with that face of yours? It must be a challenge to express anything beyond solemnity," Asher taunted, his voice dripping with superiority.Marx's expression remained unchanged, his face locked in a determined gaze. He ignored Asher's taunts, focusing his energy on the battle that awaited them.With