As dusks falls, the night class begins. Shirley Mutt eyes off the three new students that walk in, their eyes darting amongst the other students trying to get a read on them all before they start trouble.
"Go to your seats" not waiting to see what they might do; she commands them to sit down at their spots.
"You half-breed dog, you think you can talk to me that way?"
The new first year deciding that this would be the best opportunity to topple the established order.
Shirley's fluffy ears twitch at the disrespect of her junior, showing her displeasure she bares her fangs. Her pretty face now looking frightening.
The new student erupts forward, magic on her fist forming thin spikes as looks to smash them into her opponent. Before her fists can reach the senior student, she is sent flying into the reinforced walls. She groans with a heavy thud. Her eyes catch a small glimpse of the fist hurtling towards her. Next she finds her teeth shattering under the great blow, her jaw cracking under the pressure. As her limp body falls to the ground the reinforced wall behind her head shows a crater, slightly reddened by blood.
"Take her to her seat". Shirley's exotic body of milk chocolate with a fluffy pitch-black tail sliding out her pasty white uniform draws the attention of the new students. All of them shudder as she steps back to her desk. The badge number 1 the only decoration for it.
He heart felt slightly at ease. In this class the only thing that is valued is strength. Since she was taken from her mother during the 'great hunt' she had been training. For two years she had suffered cruelty from her seniors but now she was the strongest of this class. The power of the first years was worry that had now resolved itself. 'Luckily there doesn't seem to be anyone among the juniors that can beat
me' breathing a small sigh of relief, a man opens the sturdy door and
walks in.
The slight excitement of the girls quickly dies as they see the blonde-haired man, a golden sword pin easily spotted on his dark clothing. A recognised paladin. Their mutterings completely subside when his cold intimidating stare looks gazes at them.
"Good it seems you are all here. If any of you were missing, you would no longer be at the academy". The man in his late 30's monotonously states. "Now there is one more student to introduce, Null come in".
Hearing his words a young man walks in his long hair hides his blank eyes. Seeing the new student, many of the students couldn't help but roar. Even Shirley couldn't help be stirred, they weren't allowed to meet any men excluding the 'teachers' and if any of them gave them so much as an uncomfortable stare they would be beaten.
Not able to hold herself back anymore, one of the students launches towards Null, wishing to gobble him up. Before she can reach him though her body pulses. Even Shirley's dynamic eyes couldn't quite understand what happened. Before she reached him it looked, she was sent back, her body turning into a meat jelly as the woman now quietly whimpers.
"How disappointing, perhaps sterilisation should be considered" the paladin overseeing the class mutters. Flinging a dagger at the skull of the ruined body, ending the miserable woman.
The words of the man subconsciously drew Shirley's hand to her naval as well as many other students. Some of them still kept hope that once they left here they would have a normal life but others knew they would fighting, as they were nothing more than slaves.
"Null, take a seat".
"My name is Henry Gold, as you can tell I am a paladin. You can consider me your headmaster and the one who will discipline you if you step out of line. Tonight's lesson will mainly focus on telling you the rules. After this class ends, you will need to get yourself down to the basement for practical training at 2 am. Interaction between night and day class is strictly forbidden".
For the next few hours Henry goes on to talk about the changes to how the night class would be run, outlining that last year's mistake that let two aristocrats die would be prevented. The previous one teacher per class had been overhauled to better maintain class control and that the two teachers for this class would appear tomorrow.
With class finally wrapping up just after one, the dozen students leave the classroom. Most of them would use this time to eat or head back to the room. As Shirley was thinking she would grab something to eat a scent wafted past her nose. Feeling flushed she begins to doubt her reason. Eventually the heat of her body overwhelms her mind as she heads towards it.
Leon couldn't sleep. The bed he slept on made him feel as if there lumps all over his body but when he went to feel them it felt smooth. His back ached and his head throbbed. But more so, he felt as if he was in a trance. Deciding a bath may remove this icky feeling he leaves the room.
Closing the door he sees a figure to his side.
"Hey, you're not about to go play with some girls are you?" in a somewhat accusatory tone Leon hears Victor speak.
"No you idiot".
"Well neither am I" Victor manages to sound so suspicious that it raises his eyebrows.
Deciding he didn't want to have anything to do with the troublemaker they split ways.
After the trek to the main building, Leon spends the next ten minutes walking the long halls. 'I'm not lost, am I?'. After ten or so more minutes of walking, Leon finds what may be the bath. Seeing the short hallway, he walks to the end. Opening the door quietly he peeks inside.
'Alright, this looks like the bath, closing the door he places his things down before locking it.
In front of him the large body of water sits calmly. Taking his clothes off he slides into his bath missing the slight illumination given off he steps towards the centre of the bath. Feeling the weightlessness he relaxes, the bath now having a multi-coloured shimmer.
'Classes start early tomorrow and here I am'. Touching the gemstone on his forehead he voiced his troubles, normally feeling a sense of relief when he had in the past.
'Can I really save the world, defend the people of this country?' since Leon could remember he had wanted to become a hunter and protect the weak. His lack of talent for magic however made his resolve a great weight that had been crushing him. 'That tri-gem woman, that is what a heroes strength should be like and yet I don't think she will become one' annoyed by the apparent injustice he uses it to refuel his determination. Dunking his head underwater as if to seal it, his mind grows blank.
Leaving the bath and getting dress he opens the door. Whilst the haziness remained, he felt much better. Wanting some rest before tomorrow he quickly strides the way he came, passing through the long halls once again.