"I will think it over a bit more for now."
"Don't want to make a rash decision, huh? Good, good. Take your time." Fuyon flashed him a thumbs-up and went off his way, leaving his parting words behind for Boris, "Wanna go for a dulet?"
Boris grinned savagely seeing the twins Punk and Junk, "Sure!"
"What's a dulet?" Nein muttered, startled.
"It's a 2v2 duel." Boris grinned, come and watch, we will pummel those twins' smirks.
"Haha!" Nein forced back his grin and glanced at the clock, "I don't think we have the time."
Boris tracked his gaze abd gasped, "The period's over already?"
"We did spend the whole time matching other's fight after all." Nein chuckled seeing Fuyon, smirking at the twins who were scoffing back, waiting for Boris.
"Oi, idiot! Come back," Boris motioned toward Fuyon and started heading out with Nein.
"The lecture's all over for today, right?" Nein asked, he too had seen the schedule. There were different classes on different days, only two primary classes were without break, the morning marathon regime and the class that just ended.
"No, there's one more class." Boris grumbled, "A special lecture. It's a motivation lecture to pump up the new comers. We will be joining you, as we had been held back until you guys arrival."
"You sound kinda upset." Nein scratched his chin, not thinking Boris would be upset about a motivation lecture.
"Haha!" The dry laugh of Fuyon caught up from behind, gasping from behind, he pinched Boris and muttered in his ear, "You couldn't wait for me? Moreover, tell me the period's over. It felt so embarrassing having the two shu me away."
Boris shook his head nomchalantly.
"We are upset, after all, this is an army school." Fuyon blinked his pretty eyes, "You do know what that implies, right?"
Nein paused, flashing a wide smile, he nodded, "Of course, it means we are studying."
Boris and Fuyon froze in their tracks, in unison they reprimanded Nein, "No!!"
"Oh!" Nein chuckled and swaggered over, "Then what is it?"
"The Craftier!" Fuyon massaged his head and peeked at Nein, "Let me guess, you don't know what a Craftier is."
Nein giggled, "Thank God you are up to pace with me." He heard two heavy sighs from behind, before the two began dragging their feet.
"A Craftier is a Craft Awakener, it holds the power to awaken a Craft within supernaturals."
"Oh!" Nein paused, his eyes pierced into Fuyon's, "So you are saying... we will be receiving this... Craftier today?"
"Yes!" Fuyon nodded.
"The Craft of Cor, to be exact." Boris chipped in, showing he wasn't all that clueless as his appearance betrayed.
"So, like... Will I be able to use that Craft? After using that... Craftier or whatever?" Nein excitedly glanced at the two.
"Yep!"
"...Damn! Freaking slowpokes, hurry along!!" He grumbled and began to dash ahead.
"Freaking moron, that's the wrong place!!"
***
"Back here, huh?" Nein glanced around at the auditorium. "The place where they had been first gathered, they had been summoned again.
And the VicePrincipal stood in front of them again, same, behind the lectern.
"Today, you have completed your first day at Imperial Phoenix, you know what you will be facing in the recent days. You might have seen your self surrounded by extordinary people. Or may even be amongst the extordinary ones.
"But I assure you! You haven't even seen the tip of the iceberg. The boundary of Imperial Phoenix contain the future leaders of humanity. And the pillar who hold firm to our race.
"You may feel insignificant in face with your peers, or boastful at your own capabilities. But outside of the safe bounds of this institution, you are mere cubs still learning to crawl.
"That's why... whether you're strong or weak. Genius or loser. I still hope for you to struggle like the kids you are... listen up! Any one of you! And I mean any one!!
"Whether commoner or noble or even royalty! All of you have an equal chance of becoming the Marjester!
"The only requirement is power! Whoever has power, he will become the aid of his majesty! Your social standings, your past or your future! All are irrelevant in front of your power, so becoming powerful!
"And become the pride of this institution!"
His voice echoed to the last of the hall, booming inside everyone's ears.
His powerful aura was seeping out, suppressing the students but also invigorating them.
A lust for power had been kindled beneath them. All of them resolutely glared at the VicePrincipal.
'What's he going on about?' Nein looked toward Fuyon and spoke his mind.
"The Marjester! It's a special title within our kingdom, you don't know even this?" He was visibly startled. But Nein still shook his head, uncaring for his suspicion.
"The marjester is the one who receives his majesty's family's special craft, its one of the very powerful craft, allowing humans the opportunity of... rebirth!"
Nein gasped, "To live again after death? Is such a thing possible?"
"It's all rumors, but apparently... yes! That Craft has that power." Fuyon nodded.
Nein glanced back at the VicePrincipal in disbelief, "The Marjester... rebirth..." A smile formed on his face, 'These things don't really interest me. But... the fact that Crafts can achieve such a realm... does intrigue me.'
The VicePrincipal tapped the mic, garnering attention, "Now I would like to summon Professor Welrich on stage."
Following his gentle claps rhythm, the students welcomed an adult man to the stage.
He had his hands shoved in the pockets of his long lab coat and round glasses supported by the bridge of his parrot nose.
His unkempt hair had turned white and a long beard under his chin.
Boris tugged Nein and muttered, "Don't confuse him for a male, he's a, umm... both!"
Nein blinked his eyes cutely and muttered under his breath, "Damn!"
Welrich groaned seeing the students faces and started speaking in the mic. His harsh and rough voices annoying the students after the VicePrincipal's deep and commanding tone.
"I am here to- ah—" He scratched his hair with his long nails and glared at the VicePrincipal, "What am I here for again, Mizac?" He muttered coarsely, nearing closer to his ear.
Mizac shook his head and replied plainly, "History lesson."
"Oh, yea, yea!" He nodded as the clouds dissipated from his memory and again jogged to the mic.
"Okay, you uncouth, disrespectful and loathsome children. I will be revisiting you to some time back in history today."