The class continued with the questions but none of them were of any real importance. The questions mostly involved what would be learned with each instructor or how strong they were.
"Griff is a B rank production weaponizer, Val is a high C rank brawler and Ravi is a low C rank nature mystic." Hawks explained.
An iguana boy raised his hand and asked. "What are those ranks you said?"
"Those are how you know how strong you are dummy"
"Freya you are not to talk like that in this room even if you are right." Hawks scolded.
"My apologies Miss Hawks," Freya said bowing her head.
"But yes Inu, ranks are how we tell how strong people are. The ranks go from G to A with G being a normal person without powers and A being the strongest. There's a rank above A which is S but you have more fingers on your hands than there are of them. The difference in rank is quite substantial as well with an A rank being twice as strong as a B rank and B is twice as strong as C and so on. However, weaponizers have a different ranking system with it being how detailed and strong the items they make are." Hawks finished the explanation and thought to herself. It's difficult to change my way of speaking for the kids but it's not all bad it....quite enjoyable actually. I guess this is why my father made me do this.
A hand shot up and waved back and forth. "What did you mean by a production weaponizer?" Asked a small fox girl.
"Ah yes, this hasn't come up yet. Griff, would you like to take this one?" Hawks gestured towards Griff with one arm.
"Certainly! Since the young miss will be in my workshop as well she should know as well as all of you. There are two types of weaponization, combat, and production. Combat is as it states, is for combat, it prioritizes function over form and can be used in an instant. If I was capable of using it I could change this chair into a weapon or even at a greater skill level use it directly like it was alive. Whereas production is a long and tedious process and is what practically all weaponizers are able to do. They make anything from beautiful jewelry to weapons to even furniture and homes. The main difference is that production takes days if not weeks while combat can take less than a second but be somewhat weaker as a result. If they have mysticism as well they might luck out and be able to lay runes which is a skill that's just as rare as combat weaponization." Griff happily rattled off.
"Thank you for that explanation Griff but sadly that's all the time we have for today. We will start tomorrow at sun up and be done a little after midday." Hawks said abruptly.
While Deamon made his way to his parents a voice rang out. "Would Autumn and Savage stay, we have something to discuss."
Deamon looked around and saw that it was Miss Val speaking which could only be something bad.
Miss Val had always been rude to his family, especially his mother.
"Deamon you go on ahead and we will be right behind you," Autumn reassured Deamon. "Let's go, Savage, we need to see what SHE wants."
Everyone made their way out of the building and Deamon made his way to a lone tree near the entrance to sit down with a book. He had always been shy and quiet so he didn't have any friends other than Scarlet. She wasn't always his friend though, that only started around a year ago when he read her The Flame Empress. It instantly became her favorite book and she started to be nice to him.
Scarlet was very outgoing and had her own group of friends that she played with outside of being read to by Deamon.
"Now if it isn't the useless weakling!" Someone said in a group walking towards Deamon.
Deamon looked up and before he could even see who it was his book was ripped from his hands and thrown to the side. It was Fang who had said something. His group included Freya, a gorilla boy named Oka, and a gecko girl named Maren. They were all laughing while Fang looked down at Deamon.
"Hey what are you doing?!" Scarlet yelled as she ran over.
"Ugh, the fun killer is here to save the day as always," Freya said in an annoyed tone.
"What is your problem with him huh? He wasn't doing anything so why did you do that to him??" Scarlet demanded.
"What did he do? He uh well....he made our family look weak with his uselessness. He has no brawler and he's almost human." Fang said as a matter of factly. "He doesn't deserve to be in my family!"
Fang went to hit Deamon but his arm hit something hard which hurt him. It was the half-giant who also got in the way and behind him was Keith dusting off the book before handing it back to Deamon.
"I do hate when idiots don't treat books with the respect they deserve," Keith said blatantly.
"What did you say pointy!? Do you want to fight?!" Fang yelled.
Thom noticed what was going on and said. "Hey Wrath you should reel in your kid"
A black-furred wolf feral turned and saw the kids. and said, "It's fine it's just kids having fun is all."
"No, they are picking on him, and as Fang's dad you need to go do something," Thom said.
"What if I choose not to do anything? What are you going to do then you fat washed-up cat?"
"Do you want to do this Wrath? I'll put you on your ass again just like the good old days."
"What are you talking about? That never happened but since it's so important to you I'm going to go cheer on Fang to put them in their place."