As soon as the door was opened, a strong, painless gust of wind hit the three children—various items floating in the air filled the room, making it difficult for Paskha and the others to walk without touching them.
"Aaric, what are you doing?"
"Sir Devone!"
Floating items suddenly fell onto two girls' heads, causing them to wince in pain. The books fell on Paksha's head, but he quickly reacted and avoided them all.
Apart from Paskha, a falling rock did not hit another boy—the boy was lying down with a book covering his entire face. Items that fell floated right above his body and did not move like magic.
"I thought you would come in an hour? Why are you here earlier?"
"If I didn't come now, I wouldn't have known you'd wrecked this class."
Aaric scratched the back of his head while giving a nervous laugh. "I'll take care of it."
"Get it done right now!"
