Trriiingggg...
The bell rings, and every student cheered especially the ones in Mrs. Hunton's class. Books went flying across the room, as students hurriedly packed everything in their bags, not wanting to stay any second later in this dreaded classroom. A few careful students even managed to wake up fro their beautiful sleep unnoticed, washing their drool carefully to ensure that tbe old vat does not notice them (to this day, no one has ever figured out what her race is).
Jake and Grud, albeit reluctantly, go their own ways to their respective classes, each having their own paths. Navigating across the hallway becomes a chore as everyone is trying their best to reach their respective classes on time. Flying creatures are banned from navigating through the aerospace due to a previous crash that left 250 injured and half the hallway in a burning pile of Ash, to which many conspiracies have been created at. Some say antimatter smuggling conflict occurred, others saying a jilted lover did a kamikaze. The wildest one yet is a harpy's and Veronica's secret tryst caused intense friction, from which an explosion occurred from the resulting fluids. Whatever the case, the incident created have buzz for the next three years, livening the school immensely.
Either way, Jake just huddles his way through the masses to reach into the next lesson, which is his favourite, alchemist. This course began quite late compared to the other courses, such as magic comprehension and good old physics. But it gained renown very quickly in the past 9000 years, as this began as one of the first old knowledge unearthed, created from the last era, though it itself being the culmination of aggregated knowledge of the fragments from the void era. From this, the fusion of magi and technology truly began, as the first Metanaire was created accidentally from the resulting knowledge. Today, they account for nearly 60% of the total beyonders present on Earth, with the rest being a hodgepodge of magicians, technocratists, and martial artists.
After reaching the classroom, Jake greets Mr. Lauderin, a half-elf. His lineage can be traced back to the Elfin Era, the age before the current Enlightenment Era and the Turmoil Era, of house Goldiwan. Though merely half, his achievements in alchemistry have proven otherwise, for at the tender age of 376 years, he has managed to earn the prestigious award, the Supreme Univertical award, for his contribution in creating the solvent which can effectively remove dark matter radiation stains from interstellar ships. Not only that, he also is an adept user of wood magic, rising to the height of Magister at the age of 300, using nothing but his supreme talent.
Jake greets him on the way in, "Yo, yo you, Mr. L, how u doin? Catched any new el's lately? How about the formula to create a self regenerating pizza?" Though impolite and crass, both knew this was just banter, for friendship was forged as they were two peas of a pod. Jake with his enthusiasm anf creativity for alchemistry, and Laudein for his vast knowledge in the field. They entered the classroom and began the class.
Compared to history, Jake preferred thus more, as it was much more fun and enjoyable compared to history, where all you do there is sit there and hear the drone about how some orc prince and a centaur fought each other to the death for some apples, or how a goblin managed to come up with the optimal primer for geass treaties, or how this war or that war began, etc. In short, it was very boring.
After this, jake continued the day with the rest of his subjects. Though bland, it was somewhat bearable, as the other subjects were not as borin, or the teachers themselves were interesting.
Finally, it was time for the last lecture, and Jake's most hated lecture ever:
Combat practice.