NOVPUBThe Year Two class weren't one of many noteworthy mentions, but the few they had were capable students in their various fields.
One could say they were the typical master of all.
With no distinctive speciality, they had students from various classes. Each class sufficiently makes up for their lacking numbers in Non-system Users.
Thanks to that, their year did not attract attention, but one which averted it and thus, became an easily underestimated year amongst the others.
With that in mind, Professor Kazim Nakhr had been made speechless for a while.
He had expected as much from the Son Goku twins, but definitely not from the Vinci.
After all, they were one of the households that couldn't even make it to the second stage of the Battle of the Great Families.
Now, he stood beneath the armoured Centurion crafted by Vinci's artistry and mana, his gaze locked on the crumbling building of Year Two Hostel.
The groans and twisted murmurs of pipes and iron that exuded as the concrete slammed against the ground echoed in the air. It mixed with the rain as the droplets struck down on them in sombre timbers.
The tension was palpable, an air that felt stale suffusing them while he watched in silence.
Besides him was the Assistant of the Year Two Gold Class, Carl Dunham.
It was expected that the Son Goku twins would lead this year as they did the previous year, but because of an incident, they were voted out by the class.
'Now that I think about it. The incident never got out….why did the class vote them off?'
Speaking of the twins.
He glanced to his side, his gaze flickering as it landed on two poles, golden and silver.
The ancient patterns that aligned down the poles, casting a shimmering effect from them. It caused them to glow and left a big impression on him.
The Lineage of the Legendary Monkey King, Son Goku.
'These two….'
He raised a brow as he looked up to find them sitting atop their starves.
They watched the fall of the building as well, dark shadows cast over their faces in the night. Yet, their figures cast a shadow behind them, the ominous silvery, white moon glowing with regality.
"Rhett, Brett?"
The twins flinched and glanced at him, their tails slowly dangling down their lower backs.
"Why didn't you stay behind? You could have fought on par with Raffaelo Jun much more than Rita."
With a slight frown, they looked away.
An evident sigh exuded from Rhett's lips.
"It's as if our mu"– "Rhett!"
Rhett flinched as he was cut off by his younger twin.
Whipping his head to the side, his head twitched backwards, startled for a moment.
"So-Sorry, Sorry."
He muttered as he looked away. Revealing Brett's stern expression as he adjusted his glasses.
Just then, a sudden explosion occurred. A shockwave spread from the source and erupted into the air as it blasted the wind in all directions.
The rain trembled, swaying with the intensity and for a moment, it ceased as the breeze dispersed.
Resuming immediately after it stopped.
The people gathered glanced to the side, and there, an ice spike, the size of a hill and twice as large as the Hostels, busted through the air.
It seemed to multiply, its diameter expanding with each addition until it struck the roof and reached further into the air.
The air crackled around it, the brilliant icy crystal glowing with a mystical blue as the raindrops froze on contact with it– Both that landed on or around it.
Carl chuckled slightly.
"She'll be fine." He said.
Though it sounded more like a reassurance to himself than to the others.
A hidden history seemed to linger between the two. Something that those smart enough would have noticed.
Turning around, his gaze widened slightly as he caught sight of the giant walking lady.
She had covered a certain distance away and was quickly approaching the cafeteria.
With a slight groan, he rushed after them.
"Professor! The others are on their way! Let's go!"
The armoured Centurion shifted his head from the crumbled building to the boy, and back to the building.
It spun around and jumped into the air, grabbing Carl as he landed just before crashing down.
In a single motion, he charged forward, the others lingering behind for just a second.
The twins jumped down, grabbing their staffs before launching themselves into the air like a catapult.
Transport for them was a lot easier compared to others, as they had properties or qualities to make up for it.
As the students left, the two Lecturers rushed after them while Professor Kazim lingered.
Unlike the others, he had a much heavier responsibility considering their circumstances. Being a Lecturer, professor and one of the core protectors of the Academy, the situation he found himself in was rather uncomfortable.
Yet, seeing as how the fight went on from the effects, he could tell his help wasn't all that was required.
"Still….the principal may not approve of this."
With a sigh, he prepared to turn only to stop mid-step as a sudden ball of water descended at a rapid speed.
He jumped backwards, the projectile striking the spot he once was and erupting into a surge of water that dispersed on impact.
A small explosion occurred, the surge of water running down the pavement as he landed a few distance away from it.
By now, the building had fallen fully, leaving only crumbling pieces that lingered with a few frozen from the after effects of the battle within it.
The air was once again filled with the serene sound of raindrops and thunderclaps.
Leaving the Professor in a state of surprise as he glanced around. His thoughts reeled in as a conclusion dropped within them.
'The rest of the attackers?'
There were four more– four that had collapsed the building and would have, or perhaps should have, headed to the escaping students.
'Did my presence make them reconsider?'
Just as he thought, the air warped around the pavement, a few distance away from him and the Year Two Hostel, and the four masked figures appeared.
A slight chuckle escaped his lips.
"What are you doing? I thought you were focused on attacking Non-system users?"
The masked figures remained silent as they slowly encircled him. Their bodies oozing traces of mana, power swirling within them.
Professor Kazim frowned, his brows furrowing deeply into a tight nut.
'They're not answering…' He thought. 'These four are at level 90, and I'm at 95….Can I win?'
He bit down on his lip, adrenaline surging within him as his body grew hot.
'Well….'
Mana surged out of his body, a brief wave dispersing from his body as it did so.
He walked forward, stretched his arms and legs apart and let a grin form on his face.
This was a death match– one that wasn't looking too well for himself.
The Great Families and other Non-system user families were usually blessed with their family techniques. Tools or unexplainable phenomena that gave them an upper hand against System Users.
This was the same for certain System Users, but not all were lucky enough to fall under this category.
Sadly, Professor Kazim was on the latter.
A Warrior veteran from the army who retired early because, unlike his peers, he was considered ordinary.
'Well, today might just be my big break.'
His pupils dilated, darting about to trace their movement.
In a split second, he charged in, a burst of ambient mana surging from his body as his physique bulged with power.
Muscles toned within his silver armour, tendons gripping with power as veins pulsated across his skin.
Professor Kazim was a Marble Guardian, and it possessed qualities which differed from most. Today was his time to showcase it all.
'Besides, I've let those students carry too heavy a burden for too long.
The Teachers must do their part.'
With a surge of power, he charged into one of the masked figures, a see-through ambient energy shield forming in between them as he clashed.
A sonic explosion erupted from the impact, concentric waves of energy dispersing from the collision.
The masked figure snarled in pain, bones cracking within his arm as it pressed against the shield in a desperate struggle.
The others flinched for a moment before charging at the Marbled knight in unison, mana surging as a skill was prepared to counter the Guardian of the Academy.
Professor Kazim scoffed, a wild grin forming from his lips as it curled up like a python to its prey.
He felt them vividly, clearly, and distinctively. They closed the distance between themselves within seconds, reaching him with murderous intent.
'I wish you luck, kids, as I wish myself.'
–BOOM!
*****
The Year Two Hostel, though fallen to its foundation, still had a part of it that remained on its feet.
Undeterred by the loss of its foundation, nor the fallen parts of its construct, it remained like an ancient pillar, firm and strong.
Well, this was only because of the crippling ice that spread on it like moss.
Frozen, glowing blue crystals that shimmered with an aqua light like the mist from a frozen cooler.
It held the walls of the lobby and spread upwards to the first and second floors, providing a narrow yet high stage for their scuffle.
Shards of ice spikes emerged from the corners of the Lobby, breaking through the walls and encroaching on the outside.
Remnants of a chilling battle left unperturbed by the falling building.
At a corner of the building, sparks of blue and green emitted in the air, an onyx-haired girl standing behind with hesitant eyes.
Her fists clenched into fists while a paint brush rested tightly within her grip.
Her chest rose and fell, her breath hitching in curt gasps as her gaze narrowed in rage.
She cried out for the millionth time.
"Let me fight with you! You Son of a bitch!"
