"No problem and please call my Silver" I smiled deciding to stay near Evelynn as the desk next to her was currently empty
"In that case call me Evelynn" Evelynn smiled as the two giggled and laughed. The both of them talked for a while about the latest gossip, trends, beauty products, clothing, until class was over.
"Hey Silver, when is your next class?" Evelyn asked as I remembered it was weapon training. The one thing I dreaded the most, yes the talented Princess had a flaw, what did you expect, me to be perfect?.
"Ugh it's Weapon training" I sighed as I played with my silver hair while we walked to her locker.
"Oh my, I didn't expect that the Talent Silver hates holding a heavy sword. My she's sure delicate" Evelynn mischievously smiled while looking at me as she closed her locker.
"What, I just hate holding weapons that are too heavy okay" I whined as cutely pouted as Evelynn giggled as we walked to one of many Training Rooms.
Upon entering they were quite an odd balance between genders. Hardly any ladies were present. They were looking at us with their facial expressions brightly as all the ladies gathered around, protecting each other from the glares of the perverts.
"Good afternoon class. I'll be your training instructor. In my class you'll come to understand the fundamentals of the weapons you'll be choosing. Now to begin, go to the storage area and pick your weapons" The cheerful old yet strong elf professor yelled at us as everyone hurriedly went to the storage area as I took my time and walked there.
Seeing students looking at the weapons one by one something caught my eye. You see my eyes are special, being a spirit with a physical body my eyes can see what a normal person cannot.
Everyone has a mana aura, some glows blue, red, green and so on and each colour represents an element; water, fire, earth, holy, dark. However objects don't usually have auras unless it's a magical item from elves or spirits inhibiting the objects.
Walking to the corner I bent down as a group of boys tried to look but her fellow gals gave them the death glares as they looked the other way.
As I picked up the glove and looked at it closely I noticed that it was in fact a glove enchanting by elves from the elven language writing inside the glove as It did make some sense that it was here. After all the professor was a half elf.
Everyone walked out of the storage room when they found a weapon that peaked their interest and I wasn't an exception, wearing the glowing gloves.