Chapter Nine: Class Introduction I
Zenith sat in front of the class with crossed legs. On the white board, he had written 'Introduction Class II' because he needed to imprint the names he had learnt to a face.
Also, there had to be new seat arrangements because it seemed some students wrote word for word from their seatmates . It'd be best to keep the dumb ones with other dumb ones so it'd be easy to see how they do. Copying from the intelligent ones made them do the bare minimum.
Zenith remembered that it was the same way for Mage Squads, the less talented ones always stuck with the big shot Mages and hide in their shadows, till they get fed up and leave the job, while calling it nepotistic.
In this Class 11-B, he wanted to carry them all along to at least, all be S-Rank by the time they graduate. After all, newly graduates could begin taking on villains and they had to be a difference between other students and the students he taught.
"I'd start by asking what rank they are in." he said out loud. "I'm sure it'd break hearts. None is A-Rank."
An hour passed and he had reread the assignments he had marked the other day. Sir Bennett had given him a timetable and long range attacks were the focus for the day. It'd take two to three more days but Zenith thought of stretching it to a week since those attacks were really good to learn.
Also, he shifted the theoretical aspects to later and canceled some that he thought were useless, because why did Mages need to know about how others react to traumatic experiences?
That's the job of Heroes or Doctors, not Mages. Mages should only care about doing the job and casting their fancy spells.
"Non-mages were a pain sometimes." He sighed as he remembered. He left his seat and got busy with dropping the assignments on each student's desk.
There was a small knock on the door and he looked up, he had just returned to his seat. A girl with long ponytails and a red face peeked into the class.
She wore the red blazer over white shirts and a red skirt so Zenith knew she was a senior student, and not a junior student as her height implied.
"Well, will you get in?"
She jerked and nodded frantically, she retrieved her head and appeared fully, still looking nervous. "G-Good morning, S-S-Sir Zenith…hehe…um…hehe." she wobbled to her seat which was directly in front of the teacher's desk.
Zenith memorized in his head, Lilian Thurala and she was one of the dumb students.
Her seat was close to the Alez Zander kid so he could see who she copied from. The other seatmate, A'lessander of Miano, One Who Conquered Death, was a fairly bright kid and his work looked original.
He looked away from her, without responding to her greeting and tried to endure her inaudible babbles and hehes. It was still forty more minutes to their first class so it impressed him that one had come early. Normally, teenagers really took their time.
He looked up at her when her inaudible babbles stopped, her eyes were on her assignment note with a confused expression on her face. Probably wondering why they were black inks of opinions on her book and the non-aggressive 'you need milk' which Zenith meant for her brain development but on seeing her, her height would appreciate it too.
She looked up at the teacher but took her head down immediately she saw his eyes were on her. Zenith assured. "If you have questions, do ask." It's the least he could do as her teacher. "But everything there needs your utmost attention, so take it seriously."
Lilian reduced to half her size and nodded.
Two more students arrived five minutes later, and Zenith had to check the time. At least, Mages tried to come early, unlike the Non-mage school he'd been at.
"Oh, Sir Zenith, yo!" one of the boys jumped to the table, crossing his legs and pointing at the Mage, he posed like a historical painting of the teacher's desk.
Zenith couldn't even get mad as he understood the reference. "Man meets God?" he spoke his thoughts. The white haired boy flung his hair back dramatically. "Correct."
Zenith exhaled, hoping he'd just seat on his seat so he'd register what his name was.
The other student bowed his head respectfully. "Good morning, Sir Zenith." He looked up. "I'm Alez Zander." He made an introduction since they met for the first time.
Zenith unconsciously smiled, he finally met the class's smartest and he was polite enough to introduce himself, even if he almost blended with the background with how quiet he was.
He shifted the desk to stand and the student lying on it spilled to the floor. "Good morning too, Alez." Only after standing did Zenith ask himself why he thought he should stand to accept the greeting. Was it respect? He turned to the boy that spilled and to Alez, such a quiet boy should avoid the hyperactive one.
Alez already lessened when he stood up, assuming he was about to get scolded. He nodded quickly and sat besides Lilian, giving her careful looks because of her unusual quietness.
The white haired boy jumped from the ground and placed his hand on his chest. "That was awfully rough, Sir Zenith." He spoke with a posh accent.
Zenith was already growing tired of him and looked out the door, expecting the other nine students.
The white haired boy stood at his line of sight. "And did I forget to say that you're looking really chic today, Sir Zenith? Like a proud Zebra." The boy referred to the stripes trousers.
The urge to take out two of his bands and use Word's Will fell greatly on Zenith but these were students. "Sit."
The boy saluted immediately. "Ah, yes sir!"
Zenith wondered if it was only attention he needed, as he watched the boy go to his seat which was besides Nephis' and Layla's. The young Mage felt a rush of panic when the student sat down. He looked away and muttered prayers.
"You, so you are the Alexandria Feloncia?" Zenith's voice was similar to a low growl. A hyperactive dramatic boy had asked to his apprentice?
It had actually been a boy and not a girl? So why the hell was the letter written with a romantic aesthetic?
The white haired boy jumped from his seat with a wide smile. "You know my name! It's fate! Yes, did you see my letter too! It is I, Alexandria Feloncia!"
Alez sighed and shook his head, while Lilian could only roll her eyes. Alexandria Feloncia, the self acclaimed 'most amazing person in the class'.
Zenith stared at the boy like he saw one thing that might actually kill him. "I am to teach this creature?" He sighed.
On the bright side, it's not going to be boring, only intensely bothering.