As the dog hid behind a nearby set of bushes, I sighed before glancing around the classroom.
Since it was still recruiting season, my classmates were on their best behavior, not daring to glance away from the whiteboard.
Han and Jin, understandably exhausted by yesterday's fight, were just faking-taking notes and scribbling.
Mock exams were just around the corner, right after the school's Winter Wonderland, so I also started paying attention.
Glancing at the whiteboard, I saw Professor Robinson, our history teacher, going over the last part of the war between the human and demon realms.
Sighing, I shook my head upon seeing the whiteboard filled with a bunch of useless knowledge that wouldn't ever apply to real life.
To be fair, basing off an entire history class on a world and lore created by some broke thirty-year-old author was bound to be a failure.
