The teacher snapped out of his trance, fixing Raiden with a stern, reproachful gaze. "Raiden, I thought I warned you repeatedly about coming to class late!" he lashed out.
The man seemed like an easy going gentleman in his early thirties, with a gentle appearance that softened the stern expression on his face. Despite his mild demeanor, the anger evident on his features was no less daunting.
Raiden, the boy who had just entered the class, turned his gaze back at the teacher but kept his silence. The teacher, Julius, looked Raiden over once more, his irritation deepening. "And why do you look so roughed up? Don't tell me you went to the dungeon this morning."
Raiden looked dully at him and shrugged. "I'm sorry, Teacher Julius. I just went for a little warm-up, nothing much."
"Your classes are just as important," Julius said in a gentler but still firm tone. "You should stop with this reckless behavior."
