Throughout the class, Growl taught the students techniques to strengthen their connection with their magic and core connection.
As the class came to an end, Growl addressed the students once again before their departure.
"You've done well today, students. I'm impressed that the majority of you were able to connect to your core completely. We will not be going too fast, in order for everyone to catch up."
"Learning stance will be on our next class. As for those of you who haven't connected with your core, you must connect before the next class, or else... I'll have to add you to my special extra class."
Gulp!
The entire student gulped in fear.
"I feel so sorry for Zain; he's already in the mess," a student covered in red marks and bruises from the Growls lashes commented.
"Connecting your core is just the beginning. With time and practice, you'll be able to fully develop your magic and move forward to how to fight beasts and duel other mages with confidence."
"So, this will be goodbye; Zain, come with me to my office." With that said, Growl joined his palms together and activated the magic of teleportation, which sent a soft, radiant, blinding white light across the room. In the blink of an eye, they found themselves in the classroom in their respective seats.
With no more words, Growl left the classroom while Zain followed right behind.
"What have I done?"
***
Walking calmly through one of the hallways of the school was a certain silver-haired young man with cuteness that surpasses ordinary.
For every female student he passed, their face turned bright red; even teachers couldn't withstand such beauty.
While the boys could only watch from the side and envy him.
"Who the hell employed such a creature? My girlfriend broke up with me just so she can crush freely on him; I hate that bastard."
"Every time I see him, I feel like punching him right in the face."
"Guys, let's catch him and beat him up after class, what do you say?" Multiple comments could be heard as Harry walked with his head hung high on the hallway.
'Well, well, well, seems like this school is going to be a fun one for me.' he commented inwardly, as he could hear every single word uttered by everyone after spotting him.
Finally walking down the stairs at the end of the building with one hand inside his pocket, he was then interrupted by a voice behind.
"Hey, ya, I can spare some of my precious time on you, so get your butt here." A student spoke.
The confidence in the voice forced Harry to halt on his track to turn and look behind. "I thought students were aware not to mess with teachers because teachers are never weak; weak teachers with little experience cannot be employed."
Looking at who stopped him, he could see a group of students, three in number, with the one at the center, the arrogant leader who called out to him.
"With energy coming from him, he is a common ranked level-6 mage. And the two behind him are both common rank level-1," Harry inspected in a single glance. Quite rare to see in the basic mage division in the school.
Behind them were a crowd of students; they truly wanted to kick his butt and embarrass him, so they called some audience to stop their girlfriends from crushing on him, he thought.
Harry chuckled at the thought. 'Who the hell motivated them?'
Seeing how nonchalantly Harry acted was pissing him off.
"I'm talking to you, damn it! What the hell are you standing for, and staring at? For the last time, I'll tell you, get your butt here," Zack ordered again.
For every passing second, the crowd behind them multiplied continuously. Both Harry and Zack were locked in eye contact while everyone nervously waited for what would happen next.
"Ok." Harry replied, finally breaking the tension, and moved towards Zack. He took a few steps towards Zack, a smirk on his face.
"Alright, here I come. Be careful; I'm not going easy on you. What took you all day, bastard?" Zack questioned, closing up with Harry, as a single burst of energy emitted from his hands like wind, blowing off the sand on the ground violently.
Dzzzz, dzzzzz!
Lightning cracked the air as it ran up Zack's hands.
Zack is a lightning mage, one whose family has a connection with the 'White Bolt' guild, the fifth most powerful among the 8 major guilds. Right from a young age, he has always been practicing his magic due to his parents having access to 'White Bolt's' technique books, and with that, he evolved to the common rank 1 before coming to the school.
If you guessed, you are right; this is his second year in the school. He got demoted because he failed to gain enough points to advance to the next class. Not that he wasn't strong enough; the problem was that he messed with some teachers and lost a lot of points. Just like teachers can award points, they can subtract points as well.
"Your face is looking too bright and cheerful now, of all times, when you should be shivering. Or aren't you aware of your current situation, jerk?" Stretching both hands forward to point at Harry's face, Zack continued. "I don't think you know what you are facing right now, so I'll give you awareness."
*Lightning magic activate*
*Condensed bolt strike*
*Piercing thunder*
Rumble!
The lightning roared at the sky as rain poured down, drenching Harry, who was stretching his hands.
"All these blood... could it be that I took things too far?" Harry wondered, as he wiped off the blood dripping down from his forehead with his finger.
"I really need to teach that dummy, Zain, some techniques. If he encounters someone like that with the same intention towards him, things might get a little rough." Harry was deep in thought, and he didn't realize when he started mumbling all the words.
"I know he is different, but I don't know if he is special. I just hope his body will be compatible with my techniques."