Lumley then joined his hands and used his left hand to clean the outer mouth before saying:
"Some of you are unfamiliar with the knighting ceremony; I will explain. We use a technique that has been around since the academy's construction: reading students' power and completable to your factor in the following ways, including monster & dungeon grinding, Assimilator, Casting Mage & Wizards, and Martial casting, which helps them locate the halls they are assigned to.
For that to happen, we need the object that knights used by kings. "Behold the Sword of Proximus." As he spoke, Lumley gestured to a group of people entering the meeting hall.
Lumley and the rest of the audience joined their hands as the four individuals stepped on stage, radiating wisdom, knowledge, experience, and calm.
They were facing the students in the hall when one of them handed Lumley the blade. The person holding the weapon bowed, and Lumley nodded. The man donned a stunning black cloak that displayed his boots and slacks. His face was well-structured, making him appear appealing to others, despite his unusual age of around fifty.
He had a wooden wand in his hand and wore a black pointed cap with a star pattern that matched his robe.
While the other depicts a man wearing a contraption held down with brown leather straps and equipment on his left hand, the most striking feature is that the individual has one eye in the center of his face. He had no hair and goggles on his head; somehow, he radiated the same aura as the robed man.
Then there was a woman dressed in a white tunic that showed off her buttocks, curves, and breasts; her hair was short and blonde, and she had a mole on the right cheek. Some students, largely guys, looked at her with flushed faces, tongues out, while some avoided her gaze.
Finally, there was an old bold man with six strange patches on his head, holding some bead bracelets in his hand in a prayer posture. He was given strange looks because everyone knew he was from the martial casting hall based on how he carried himself.
Brandon's POV:
I grinned as the old man looked at me. He smiled at me and nodded slightly, and I recognized him. I was his only student because the knighting ceremony placed me in the martial casting hall due to a lack of a factor. People avoided the hall because of my presence... it would seem.
I hoped that the master would lure students to this hall. So I sat comfortably in my seat, smiling as Lumley introduced the four masters of their respected hall.
"This is Michael Proxy, the Wizard of Speech, maestro of casting. He is one of the school's many experts in casting, chanting, and magic circles. This is Madam Shirley of the Assimilation Hall, and the city's leading candidate for the Usurper job following the prakaash ka vaahak (1) when he steps down.
Madam Shirley stated, smiling:
"Don't jinx it, young man, your praises might put my fate on an uncertain path."
Lumley grinned and continued:
"Oh I apologize madam for that, yeah I see your students might miss you if you leave"
The hall erupted with cheers as they stood up, largely the second and third years, and said:
"Go" was uttered three times, as well as "Shanty old witch, just go just go." Go go go. "You shanty old witch, just go."
We all despise the old crone owing to hell week. It's when Madam puts us through assimilation training for a whole 12 hours of nonstop workouts that can reduce the body to nothing. Teenagers are notoriously lazy... Guess I'm a grown guy who understands how important training is, but first-year students who came here for the high school cliché are different.
So I jumped up and shouted from the back row at Mr. Lumley:
"Please continue"
I was expecting the cheers to drown out my voice, but to my astonishment, the odd wind blew again, and everyone sat down and stopped speaking.
Mr. Lumley acted as if nothing had happened, saying:
"The Item Hall is where engineers can grow under Mr. Weeks' guidance. Our energy implementation expert to oversee the school's energy supply.
Mr. Week nodded, and Mr. Lumley finally announced:
"And this is the sole human who has reached the cultivation level of the classes. Formerly a hermit, he is now a very qualified educator, and I hope he will have a new batch of students interested in learning Martial Casting or Bending. "Please put your hands together for Sensei Orine of Windy Hills."
Suddenly, a voice emerged:
"Windy hills are the two mountains on his upper body, next to his buttocks." "They blow a mighty wind when he is at peace."
"You mean at the toilet?"
"Yep"
Another chorus of laughter can be heard in the hall, which abruptly halted when the wind blew again.
Sensei Orine bowed to Mr. Lumley, who ultimately stated:
"Now let the ceremony begin."
(1) prakaash ka vaahak means bearer of light in hindi