Prior to before, the class was more quiet.
"You okay? You seemed stressed." A boy asked as he had his hands on Caroline's left shoulder.
"Stressed? That's the word you chose?" She replied with her left eyebrow raised, and head slanted to the left in the direction of the male.
"Wow! This is what you get for being nice."
Caroline chucked. "I'm just troubling you, don't need to be so offended."
"Oh… I didn't recognize… by the way I was wondering. What happened out there?"
After a heavy sigh. She paused. "I just woke up and you are trying to make me feel worse than I did when I was sleeping."
"No… It's not like that, I just…"
"I mostly just froze. I could have maybe done more… but I didn't"
"I realized. Well, I was just checking up on you."
"Sure."
The boy continued walking to the direction of the back of the class after passing Caroline.
Sitting at the same table as before, was Zack, along with Jacquade and Caroline to his right. Additionally, to Zack's left, was the girl who he rescued. Both were in a low-pitched conversation.
Widened eyes, Caroline's was gazing upwards, seemingly towards the ceiling while she sat.
Jacquade was looking at her, then he sighed. He pushed his palms on the edges of the top of the table, as his body went backwards. The chair squeaked against the concrete floor as Jacquade's upper body slowly rose.
Zack placed his right palm around Jacquade's left wrist. "Wait."
Jacquade rolled his eyes to the right, followed by looking downwards to Zack.
Zack was still talking to the female as she had a soft smile while staring back at Zack.
"Seriously!? Weren't you the one who wanted to go for your sword?" Jacquade said in an agitated tone.
Zack released Jacquade's left hand. He then replied "Just hold on."
He looked up, "she'll soon be gone… and then we can go." Zack smirked.
"It's obvious not many people care about risking their lives to protect Red Meadow, and I'm thinking you were bluffing, seeing how long we're here."
A look of disgust came across the girl's face as she was sitting and looking at Jacquade. "Excuse me," she said, then she left the table.
Zack tried to hold on her right hand however she flashed off Zack's left hand, and continued walking.
Caroline rotated her head and placed her face in Zack's direction. She started scratching her hair slightly with her left hand.
Zack's head slowly rotated clockwise and in the direction of Jacquade's. He looked up at him. His eyes were sharp, his eyebrows were lower than normal. Both males started staring at each other for a few seconds. He continued looking at Jacquade for a few seconds, then he exhaled as he blinked.
Zack made a Bronx cheer at Jacquade. "Bro, we aren't gonna get congested in this building. Just chill."
Jacquade shaked his head as he looked up. He exhaled loudly, then heavily he sat down on the chair.
At the door appeared three students. A younger student, behind him, was two older-looking students. The head of the student at the front, was facing downwards. Bruises could be seen across his forehead. He was a caucasian child wearing a black t-shirt and a black long pants.
He stepped in, followed by a tall, huge, bald, muscular white male who was also in a t-shirt and pants.
The last student who stepped in was a medium height, dark complexion male, with cerulean coloured long hair. He was wearing a mid-length dark brown shirt with a sleeveless red vest above it. He was also wearing a long dark brown pants decorated with many belts on it. There was a long sword strapped on the right foot of his pants. Three knives were on the left of his pants, one above the other.
All three students entered the room and walked towards the front of the classroom. At the front of the class, all three students stood with their bodies facing the class. The noise within the classroom lowered as many students' eyes slowly turned towards the students' direction. Students near the back of the class started murmuring.
Caroline's head was facing downwards when they entered, however it slowly focussed towards the three students. An affiliative smile slowly grew on her cheeks.
The murmuring lowered as all students became observers. The boy with cerulean hair, stepped ahead once, leading with his left foot. His hands were in his pocket as he had a calm look on his face.
"I am happy I got your attention." Said the male with the cerulean hair.
Amidst the silence, a voice emerged shouting from the back "Who the hell are you?!"
Instant conversations arose and the noise elevated, murmuring could be heard everywhere and the discussions continued. An ear-to-ear smile could be seen across Zack's face as he started looking around in the class.
The well-dressed male at the front of the class stood firm as he looked at the class. His left hand was slowly going towards the top-most knife on his pants. His head slowly rotated clockwise. Both students he entered the class with, were standing behind him. The younger one still had his head down. He slowly turned his head around facing the class, hand almost touching his knife. The noise was still evident throughout the classroom.
Jacquade, looking towards the males at the front of the class, shoved his left shoulder against Zack's right shoulder. Zack's face turned towards Jacquade's direction and he saw Jacquade shoving his lips towards the front of the class.
"Crap." Zack remarked, as he jumped out of his seat. He then faced the class.
Shouting, Zack said, "Everyone!.... Quiet down!"
All the students started looking at him as the pitch of the class reduced.
Zack exhaled heavily. "Let's hear what he has to say."
In response to Zack's voice, the male removed his hand from the knife and smiled. Zack turned around and with sharp eyes, looked at him.
"Let me introduce myself. I am Blade Champion. At least, I was… before someone stole my sword!" Remarked the student at the front of the class with cerulean hair.
Murmuring started and it continued to rise as many students debated about this mysterious, confident person.