Flynn Belmont was seated in one of the many seats present in the hall of their classroom, the middle-seat rows to be precise, while reading through what seemed to be a telekinesis spell book despite his peers constantly sneaking glances at him.
The classroom was humming with excitement as the voices of the cadets blended with the academic feel that was present in the classroom.
While some students just like Flynn, especially the studious ones, were already reading through various books, the rest of the class was mostly just discussing about mundane things.
Despite just being the first day of classes, cliques and groups had already started forming and every youth, regardless of their status, already had something they were doing, no matter how useful or useless it was.
