"Hey Ojero! Seems we share this class too!"
Ojero simply gave a half smile while waving back, fighting the strong urge to rip his hair out and burn a building.
He breathed in, and out, repeatedly in a bid to calm himself down. He can't go around with an angry mood like this. It would be inconvenient if someone caught him doing something immoral.
Ojero decided to focus on something else, which he chose for the classroom.
This one was circular, and all the chairs were near the far walls. The class was much bigger than all of his others, and had colored boxes drawn on the floor, and colored mats were sprinkled everywhere.
Multiple other students were inspecting these markings and mats, thinking it was some sort of first test.
On the walls were hundreds of pages with various spells on them, all pertaining to an element.
These intrigued Ojero, who spent a while reading them. There were spells for every element, except he never saw anything above Legendary grade. No time spells were on the walls either.
Suddenly, just as Ojero finished reading the last spell, the room's temperature dropped significantly.
Frost started to gather on the walls and floor, as many of the students jumped in fright. Many started gathering in groups for warmth, their eyes darting everywhere.
A few smart individuals started to use their magic, and fire uses that could were suddenly the heart of many of these groups.
During this, Litany had made her way to Ojero, and they both stood in the corner.
"I wonder what's going on here, any ideas?" Litany asked as she got into a basic fighter stance.
"Be quiet, let me focus," Ojero snapped back.
As the room grew colder, a sudden misty fog started to come from the ceiling, coming down to cover the entire room.
The fog blocked most vision, and made everyone colder and now wet. Some of the weaker-willed started screaming once this fog appeared.
Then, everyone saw something move. They started calling it out.
"It's in front of me!"
"I just saw it to my right!"
"No! It was to my back! How could it be at my back and your right at the same time?"
"You are all wrong, I just saw it on my left!"
As everyone was trying to figure out how the figure was able to move like this, Ojero was concentrating.
A few seconds after the last person called out where they saw the figure, a girl screamed.
"AGHHH. IT CUT ME!"
After that, all hell broke loose.
Groups split up and ran in every direction. Some talented individuals started firing off magical volleys into the mist, but they were weak and some even hit other classmates.
Many screamed, some cried, some yelled.
Suddenly, like the wind whipping, a sharp ringing would sound out, always followed by a scream. Cuts started to appear on peoples arms, legs, backs, everywhere but the neck and head.
Finally a few students reached the door, but they found it frozen solid. A few fire uses tried to melt it, but it was permafrost.
"Gods! Are we going to die here!? Shouldn't the school have known about an intruder!"
Many people, both boys and girls, started echoing this statement into the room, hoping that by yelling it out it would magically stop.
Ojero was still sitting in the corner, concentrating on the green crystal. The second combat started, he felt something from it, and so he reached into it to listen.
While his body was in the classroom, his mind was back on that grassy hill. It looked darker than before, and the shadows seemed to almost move as if alive.
There, he felt the power of the crystals more pronounced. He mentally reached out to the time crystal, attempting to understand its message, and then he felt it.
A mental tug on his arm, an itch he has to scratch, a poke he can't ignore. That's what it felt like.
Accepting it, he understood what he had to do.
Back in the room, things got worse. No matter what was done, the figure would be unharmed and another cut would appear.
Litany was closely watching Ojero to see what he would do, trying to understand why this idiot would close his eyes in the middle of this hell.
The figure had cut almost everyone at least once, before he noticed 2 people in the corner. Smirking, he dashed towards them with his dagger of ice in hand.
Ojero could see it, he just knew it. It was as if he could feel not what will happen, what could happen. He knew he only saw what would occur if he didn't respond, but time is changeable.
He opened his eyes, and he could see the figure swipe his arm with the weapon, and feel the cut open and bleed.
Focusing himself, he readied to counter it. Just as the figure started to swipe at him, Ojero moved to the left, dodging it, while also throwing a punch at the figure's supposed face.
The figure, seeing the punch, quickly slid forward. The figure then dashed back into the fog at a speed unparalleled. Curious to his speed, Ojero looked down. There, he saw an ice trail.
'So he slides around on ice, huh?'
The figure went back to dashing and cutting, hitting everyone he hadn't yet cut besides the 2 in the corner. Realizing they were all that's left, he dashed back in.
Again, Ojero saw what would happen.
The man would dash at Litany, cut her shoulder, and then dash around Ojero while cutting his left arm.
A smile tugged at Ojeros lips as he set himself up, making himself look vulnerable.
The man did indeed dash at Litany, and Ojero did nothing to stop him from cutting her. He couldn't care less how many people the figure cut.
However, when he dashed around Ojero, Ojero suddenly lifted his elbow right into the figure's path, and slammed it back at his head.
The blow connected, sending the figure falling to the group. Before Ojero could do anything else, the figure started laughing.
The fog cleared, and everyone saw what looked like an icy arena.
Frost and ice covered almost everything, with trails and lines going in every direction. Blood was dotted on the ground, from the many cuts. Everyone was huddling apart at the walls, shaking from the cold and fear.
The ice started to melt and dissipate, while the room rapidly heated up.
Ojero, however, was focused on the figure, who turned out to be a young man with black hair and very icy blue eyes.
He was wearing a short sleeve cyan shirt, and tight fitting light blue pants. He didn't even seem cold. However, the strange thing was the ring on his right hand.
It was silver, and had a light blue gem on it. The interesting part was that the gem was glowing, but the second all the ice melted, it stopped. It looked like a simple piece of jewelry after that.
The man jumped up, patting himself off. He looked no older than 25.
"Greetings class! I am Professor Tukin, age 27. Ice mage extraordinaire, and magic enthusiast! It seems you all have a long way to go if my tier 1 ice arena did that much damage."
The man had a constant bright smile on his face, and looked as if he was the happiest man alive.