The current fourth-years' four years at the academy weren't anything to scoff at for normal people. But compared to what some of their seniors or juniors had gone through or were going through, it was a tame year. There had been no A-ranks and only a few B-ranks, Rabst one of them.
As if to reflect the class' lacking potential, their curriculum was tame. There were several deaths and life-threatening incidents, even for Rabst. But it didn't keep him constantly on his toes. He hadn't met enough challenging enemies.
Of course, he was not foolish enough to tell anyone that or express it in any way or form. If he did and the principal heard about it, Rabst could forget about his freedom and nightly walks since the principal would make sure he would forget he had ever felt anything like that in the most guaranteed way possible.
However, at the beginning of his fourth year, Rabst had finally found someone who could help sharpen his instincts.
