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
Mr. Arkram's decreeing voice echoed through the training arena yet again as he called upon the next pair of fighters."Tiraz and Tristan, step forward. This is the final battle of the day. Better give it your all. Don't come to me later with a complaint"The anticipation in the air was palpable as Tiraz and Tristan made their way to the ring.Each of them exuded a distinct aura—Tiraz with his unwavering confidence and Tristan with his arrogant swagger.As they faced each other, Mr. Arkram's eyes held a hint of interest, a flicker of curiosity in this particular matchup.He knew there was potential for something special to unfold.Tristan, unable to contain his arrogance, met Tiraz's gaze with a sneer. "Ah, Tiraz. I've been waiting for this moment to beat you to a pulp. I hope you are prepared to be humiliated."Tiraz, unfazed by Tristan's bravado, flashed a mischievous smile. "Oh, Tristan. Is that all you've been waiting for? I hope you've brought your sense of humor, because you're g
Tiraz, his amusement undeterred by Tristan's display of supernatural agility, focused his attention on the battle at hand.He knew he couldn't let Tristan's cheating tactics undermine his own determination.As Tristan lunged forward with a swift kick aimed at Tiraz's midsection, Tiraz reacted instinctively.He crossed his forearms in a block, his hands absorbing the impact of the blow. A crack echoed through the training arena, causing a momentary pause in the action.Tiraz looked at his hands in surprise, a mixture of concern and humor playing on his face."Oh, Tristan, I think you broke my hands! I guess I'll have to write you an apology letter... once they heal!"Tristan's smirk faltered for a brief moment, but he quickly regained his composure."You're tougher than you look, Tiraz. But don't get too comfortable. I have plenty more tricks up my sleeve."Their banter continued, fueling their determination to outwit and outperform each other.The spectators, unaware of Tristan's use
Mr. Arkram leaned against his desk, his gaze fixed on the attentive students before him.With a knowing smile, he began to speak in his characteristic cool and composed manner."Power," he began, his voice carrying a hint of mystery, "is a fascinating concept, my dear students. It exists within each and every one of us, waiting to be awakened, waiting to be harnessed."He paused for a moment, allowing his words to sink in, before continuing."During special cases, such as intense battles or moments of extreme emotional turmoil, individuals may experience the awakening of their dormant powers. It is a transformative process, unlocking abilities beyond ordinary human potential."Tiraz and his friends listened intently, their previous encounter with Tristan still fresh in their minds.They now understood that what had transpired during their fight went beyond mere physical prowess.Mr. Arkram went on, his voice resonating with a sense of intrigue."But here's something fascinating, my yo
The Academy bell rang, signaling the end of the day's classes.The students dispersed, some chatting animatedly about their classes and the teachings, whereas others talked about awakened abilities and their future plans.Tiraz said his goodbyes to Luna, Aria, Marx, and Kael, a sense of determination shining in his eyes as he made his way towards his bicycle.Tristan and his group had already left from view. Mr. Arkram always used to stay behind the classroom whenever the day ended.As he walked, Tiraz couldn't help but replay the events of the battle in his mind. He flexed his hand, still amazed at how it had been miraculously healed."I thought it was broken," he muttered to himself, shaking his head in disbelief."But then Mr. Arkram... he changed everything with just a snap of his fingers."Tiraz's thoughts wandered as he continued his solitary walk.He remembered the moment he had regained consciousness in his class after being knocked out during the battle.The pain that had cou
After his job as a delivery boy, Tiraz finally reached his small makeshift house.He sighed with relief, grateful for the chance to relax before the training session later that night.As he stepped inside, he closed the door behind him and took a moment to savor the familiar comfort of his humble abode.Glancing at the clock on the wall, Tiraz realized it was already 9:30 PM. He had limited time to prepare before heading to the city park.With a sense of urgency, he quickly changed out of his work clothes and into something more comfortable.As he moved about his tiny kitchen, Tiraz turned on the television to provide some background noise.The news program blared into the room, reporting various events happening in the city. It was a routine he had grown accustomed to, finding solace in the familiarity of the television's presence.While the news anchors talked about mundane topics, Tiraz's attention was momentarily diverted when a breaking news segment caught his ear.The reporter's
Everyone stood in stunned silence as Mr. Arkram revealed that they would be hunting down the serial killer.Aria's voice broke the silence, filled with disbelief and concern."But Mr. Arkram, how are we supposed to find the killer? We're not even awakened, and even the awakened heroes have failed to catch them," she said, her voice trembling slightly.Tristan, unable to resist the opportunity to mock Tiraz and his friends, interjected arrogantly, "Yeah, what can a bunch of amateurs like you do? You'll only get in the way."Tiraz shot back with a mischievous grin,"Oh, Tristan, don't worry. I promise not to trip you up if we're running away from danger."A chorus of laughter erupted from the rest of the group, lightening the tense atmosphere momentarily.Mr. Arkram raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by the banter."Enough, children," Mr. Arkram said, his voice carrying a sense of authority."You need not worry. I will be supervising you all throughout, ensuring your safety."He exuded a