"We have about twenty minutes to get to the practical hall ," Zane shouts at the end of the school hallway "the last floor, in the academic wing. Better get your shit and don't be late." He doesn't bother waiting to confirm he has already being heard before he heads off toward the dormitory.
After urien passed out and was taken to the school informatory, everyone avoided Hasho for the rest of the class. He was smart, handsome and now he can do some headbutts?
Once he is able to do a little Necromancer spell like burning hands, He might become on it the hot boys of the academy.
"What time do we get to go for shopping?" Zenon asked his nearest neighbors without even stealing a glance.
"Oh shopping?" She giggled with a tiny feminine voice. " I don't really need much things from the opposite gender to be impressed I.."
Seeing how clearly he was misunderstood by the naive girl, he quickly cut in. " I mean according to the school daily activity. " He bits his lips out of patience, noticing that the girl was still lost in her thought. "Nevermind "
The news had already spread round the whole school that Hasho has changed but everyone still won't get to his good dude because of the fear of bring marked Xavians next prey.
Zenon didn't want to be late for training. He needed to see how far this body could go in magic without his help and with his help.
However getting to the venue, he felt a very painful migraine as a he tried to recall a memory which he wasn't sure was his. No one was in there and he was standing at the middle with the room spinning around him.
"You have arrived as early as I expected you nutcase. Now I will teach you not to mess with me" Xavian appeared from a corner and stood right in front of him.
"Hey you would probably look good as a zombie at least your true nature as a monster will be shown to the world so don't worry I won't try to save you" zenon regained his composure and retorted in anger.
He has being here before. Several times. But what was he here for?he couldn't recall before Xavian threw a punch at him
"I don't want to waste my magic on you you weaklings"
"Won't you regret it? I might not be as weak as you suggest"
The clenched fist was almost closed to his face when zenon avoided it so fast that Xavain couldn't believe that it didn't touch him
Xavian brought out his Wang from his pocket. He won't bare the humiliation of being defeated by the worst student of the academy so he had to use magic.
"Ouch! You said your ain't gonna waste your quirks on me you tortoise!" He was leaping against one of his feet after the magic hit on the other.
Zenon was determined to use magic as well but as he snapped his finger, a beautiful flower emerged.
'damn it! This is all I can remember!"
"What's your deal Hasho? Show me what you've got! Show me exact way you are hiding" Xavian said as he made another hit to his left leg leaving him clashing heavily on the floor and without balance, he fell on his head.
This was it! The first place in the school he saw a zombie devouring students. He could clearly see from his memory as a female student now a monster was lingering around in violence and repeatedly knocking on the door.
Did someone lock her inside and injected the virus on her or she was already infected and was locked to avoid spreading.
Zenon couldn't for tell. He tried to think harder but he saw a strange fireball approaching his face although his sight was a bit blurry due to all the defenseless inflict injury spell Xavain has used on him. It was almost too late for him but a voice saved his face.
"Alright Xavian. If you do this I will personally get you out of the academy. It is not in your place to train students. It's my duty and that of the professors. "
The fireball continually decreased in size untill it disappeared.
Zenon stood up to thank who saved my life and Suprisingly it was him. Zenon Darius.
"Zenon! Zenon fucking Darius omg! I knew I studied here. Thank you for saving big me.. little buddy And shit! You look as heavenly as I expected. I was damn cool man!"
"We have a lot to talk about don't we?"
"Yes we do.."
The students that had gathered for their practical exercise stared in horror. Hasho has really lost his mind.
"What are we ? Friends?" The man dressed in an immaculate white mage gown with a rope tied around his water asked, holding his temper in check with his hands at his back so he won't mistakenly inflict an injury on a disrespectful student.
"Same! We are the same. I am the older you and you are the younger me! Damn !"
"Hasho Bren. You must have messed up your brain from the poison you took. Keep your distance from me. You won't like when I lose my cool"
"Was I really this rude and unsmiling?" Zenon asked himself.. he haven't realized he just confronted the only mage with two administrative position in the academy.
"I'm sorry master" he apologized with his head bent low. After a while, he tried to lift his heavy head back but his leg failed him. He staggered for a while and collapsed.