The sun had reached the peak of its shift as thick clouds slowly passed by and gave a shadow shelter to the courtyard below. The courtyard was filled with all the students from the Nirvana School and their respective teachers. They all looked at the old man who was standing on top of a little platform, and a young man standing by his side.
The principal looked at the six groups in front of him with their respective teachers standing at the front most.
From the left stood a middle-aged man with a tall figure. His black hair was unkempt and his sleeveless outfit was ragged compared to the others. However, the look enhanced his muscles greatly. His eyes were closed, seeming not to care what the old man was going to say. His name was Marat.
