Dude… you're supposed to be mad and then kick me out of your class. I don't want to be in this shitty class anymore… I want to move to dagger theory or some kind of assassination-related class… not this shitty class for beginners.
"*sigh*... Okay, well, that's it for me," I muttered, but just as I was about to walk back to my seat, a hand raised into the air.
It was a small kid about the same age as me, and he looked excited as his hand shot up into the air, his surrounding peers looking at him with shock.
"What is it?" I smiled, as he was pretty adorable, as his eyes sparkled like a glistening piece of glass beaming in the heart of the sun.
"I-I have a question…."
"Yes? Is it something about the weapons?" I asked since I had a feeling of what he was going to ask me.
"Are you an assistant teacher?"
Everybody in the class snickered, and as I lightly chuckled to myself, I looked toward the teacher, who just shrugged… meaning he was considering me in that position.
