"Adorable! Adorable! Adorable!"
An enchanting voice said as it echoed across most of the campus, stirring other instructors' senses in distant places, even students focused on hard training.
In one particular lounge, a familiar man sat in silence before a table with a washed-out piece of paper; before it was a simple looking insignia of a tiger with rust on its edges and cracks here and there.
"The past should be the past... why do I still linger on such a thing?"
Seth sighed in a rather pale manner as his eyes showed a recollective look. He soon after put away the paper and insignia before moving towards a desk. However, while walking, he hurriedly held a piece of cloth against his mouth as he started to cough fiercely.
After a bit of coughing, his trembling arm moved away from his mouth, showing bits of blood on the cloth, but rather than showing despair on his face; he merely smirked as he spoke to himself.
