Advanced Classes was a co-class subject taken by various students irrespective of their year in the academy. As such, a first year could share a class with a third or second year. All that mattered was how talented the student was or the amount of potential they had with their magic technique. In a way, one could say it was a class for elites.
However, it didn't necessarily mean that these students were the strongest neither did it make the class a compulsory one.
A student had the choice whether or not they wanted to join the class.
Due to this factor of choice, only a small number of third years actually attended the class.
They were either on assignments or attending other classes.
If Grey had known Advanced Classes was a choice, then he'd definitely had said no.
Grey had been waiting for the bell to signal the start of the Advanced Classes.
He stood in front of his locker, wearing a white cotton t-shirt with red joggers, adorned with white stripes.
"Advanced Classes huh, must be some sort of P.E.," he mumbled to himself as he examined his outfit in the mirror.
He glanced around the empty locker room and sighed, "Special Gym as a class just seems wrong, it's like an excuse to stress students physically. As if mental stress wasn't enough." Clicking his tongue, he added, "Physical fitness, my ass."
Tossing his bag into the locker, Grey placed his hands into the pockets of his joggers and walked out into the beyond massive gym of Advanced Classes.
Students from different years were already engaging in magical practices and various physical exercises.
"They aren't much," Grey muttered as he looked around. "Does it mean there aren't many talented students in the school? Not that I'm surprised; it is a school, after all."
A bold voice interrupted his contemplation.
"Not all first years take the Advanced Classes because they're intimidated by their seniors," Sera said in a confident tone. "Some second years don't take it because they've been traumatized by their seniors during their freshman year and of course, we third years are occasionally busy so we don't always have the luxury of taking these classes."
Sera spoke in a porsh, matter-of-factly manner.
She was standing a few meters behind Grey, her arms folded, and her usual stern look on her face.
"Hm?" Grey turned to face her. "We?" he echoed her statement, indicating that Sera was a third-year student. "Wait a minute, you're a third-year student?"
Sera raised an eyebrow. "Yes, what else would I be?"
Grey shrugged. "I don't know, maybe a first year or something like that?"
He was aware anyone could be selected as Student Council President irrespective of class.
Sera's eyebrow twitched in annoyance. "What? What would give you such a stupid thought?"
"I don't know, you're a little, well... small." Grey glanced at her breasts discreetly.
Sera didn't seem fazed at the indirect reference and folded her arms. "As if your opinion of me would hold any significance."
Grey smirked. "It doesn't need to hold any significance if it's a fact."
He placed his hands on his chest to mimic small breasts.
Sera's face twisted into a frown, her eyebrows furrowing deeply, although Grey could tell she wasn't truly angry – that was just her default expression.
However, he couldn't help but chuckle.
"You don't have to get so upset over a little comment like that. For the record, I personally find small breasts attractive."
Sera let out an exasperated sigh and shook her head.
"I'm not angry, my face always looks this way," she clarified.
"Wait, you always look like an angry duck?" Grey teased.
He didn't realize how defensive she, or rather, any girl got when people made remarks about their appearance.
"No, of course not!" Sera raised her voice at him, then realizing the attention she had drawn, she took deep breaths to calm herself.
Other students looked at her.
"Isn't that Sera Montgomery?"
"Yeah, she's with that transfer student, Grey NewGate..."
"Wait, what? NewGate? And he's hitting it off with Sera so easily..."
"You think? I bet he gets all the ladies... Bastard..."
"I'm not angry," Sera muttered more gently, though her expression remained serious.
Unbeknownst to her, Grey's gaze drifted down to Sera's legs.
Much like Grey and everyone else, she was wearing a white cotton t-shirt with red sports shorts, tightly hugging her hips and accentuating the curves of her figure. While her school uniform didn't reveal much skin for students at the Academy, the current one she had on slapped just right. It was more than enough for Grey to admire her well-toned and shapely legs. He watched the way the material of her shorts followed the contours of her body, highlighting her perky buttocks and smooth thighs.
She didn't have any definable breasts, but her thighs were something else.
Sera noticed the way Grey scanned her body and couldn't help but comment, "What are you looking at?" Her words came out like an order, and Grey, with a smirk, replied, "Pretty nice legs you've got there."
Those legs, go all the way up~
Sera pinched the bridge of her nose and retorted, "Is the only son of the NewGate clan really this depraved?"
"Depraved how?" Grey yawned. "I just gave you what's likely the first compliment you've gotten today. Girls with shitty character like yours probably don't get it that much. You should be grateful."
Unfolding her arms, Sera sneaked a finger behind the corner where her sport shorts had nestled themselves within the crevice of her alluring, shapely buttocks. With a gentle and deliberate motion, as though peeling a succulent fruit, she pulled out the hot, snug fabric from the depths of her heated ass, experiencing an immediate sense of liberation that elicited a slight gasp.
Grey raised an eyebrow as he watched. 'Those sports shorts look like they cover slightly more than your average panties...' he figured.
"You've had your fun. This class is for people who want to take things seriously," she said as her sneakers squeaked on the polished floors.
"Really? What exactly am I not being serious about?" Grey raised an eyebrow.
Sera pointed to the large door and said, "The exit is that way. This is a class for students with talent and potential. You have those, but you're too half-hearted to make them useful."
"But I'm dead serious about this... class of yours," Grey grinned.
Sera scoffed, "Enough of your jokes."
Adrian Skyrider joined them calmly.
"Miss Sera, what's the problem?" he asked with his usual gentle voice.
'This guy again...' Grey narrowed his eyes at Adrian as he thought.
Sera folded her arms once more and said, "Oh nothing," her voice smooth again. "I'm trying to get this germ out of our class, you can thank me later," her stern gaze went back to Grey.
"Ouch." Grey acted those words hurt him, albeit still smiling mockingly, "Germ? Well that's a harsh word."
Sera insisted, "It's the right one. If you stay here, you'll no doubt corrupt the students with your laziness."
"Oh really," Grey replied.
"Yes, really," Sera's response was quick.
Adrian chuckled and told Grey, "You sound a little too disrespectful from where I'm standing."
Grey smirked at Adrian and raised his eyebrows. "Let's say I'm being disrespectful, which of course I am," he began, pointing at Adrian and then at Sera, "what reason exactly would I have to respect either of you?"
Sera's eyes narrowed as she took a step forward, her arms slowly unfolding until her hands turned to fists.
"What did you just say?" she asked Grey, her voice steady yet laced with a quiet intensity.
Grey chuckled softly and met Sera's piercing gaze.
"Didn't you hear me? Are you a slow learner?" he taunted, his smirk never leaving his face.
He sighed dramatically and then smiled before addressing her again.
"Let me say it again, a little more clearly this time," he said, his hand resting casually on Sera's shoulder. "Why should the strong show any respect to the weak?"
Sera's eyes widened with shock, and in an instant, she slapped away Grey's hand.
"Don't you dare touch me," she spat.
Her voice trembled with barely suppressed anger.
Grey looked down at his hand, his lips curling into a mocking smile. "Well, that definitely stung," he sneered.
Adrian placed a hand on Grey's shoulder and shook his head. "That's enough," he warned.
"Sera!" called out the instructor of the class, an old man named Grievious Trager who wore thin glasses, as he adjusted them with his fingers. "What seems to be the problem?"
Sera turned to the instructor and spoke firmly, "Nothing, sir."
"Huh?" Grievious mentioned.
But then, she rethought her words. "Actually, Mr. Trager," she completely faced him. "I'd like to test the strength of the transfer student."
"That's all?" Grievious Trager nodded thoughtfully and replied, "Only if the transfer student consents to it."
Sera glanced at Grey.
She locked gazes with the smiling intruder. "He does," she stated, her voice leaving no room for argument.