The school was, in one word, loud.
I looked at the students walking around, most of them were second and third years, some first years, but they were a rarity.
I looked down at the paper in my hand that had a schedule on it.
I looked around for a moment, looking for an upperclassman who would know this place better than the first years.
I walked over to one, tapping his hand with my finger to get his attention.
He turned to me, raising an eyebrow. Before I could even speak, the guy he was walking with did.
"What do you want, Brat?"
I looked over at the person that seemed to get out of the wrong side of the bed, before going back to the one I originally wanted to talk to, turning the paper in my hand.
"Do you know where Class 08 is?"
I asked, pointing at the first section of the schedule. The paper was snatched from my hand by the second guy, who tossed it to the side and grabbed me by the collar.
...What was this? Cheap Korean Drama? He acted like I just spat on his dead puppy's corpse.
"Look at me when I talk to you."
I raised an eyebrow, observing the glow in his eyes with disinterest.
"Enough, Mike, he's just a first year."
A hand was placed on the wannabe bully's shoulder and, the asshole, Mike, looked over to his friend, before huffed and shived me back.
I placed a foot behind me to stop myself before I went far, and looked at the two with a raised eyebrow. The one who stopped Mike looked over at me, and pointed down the hallway.
"It's down the hall to the left, the first door when you turn the corner. Just be careful who you talk to in the future, kid."
He turned and walked around, Mike following behind him. I looked down at the paper on the floor, seeing the footprint on the white paper.
I breathed in, suppressing a scowl for a moment, and picked it up, taking my phone out and taking a picture of it, before crumpling up the paper and tossing it in the trash can as I walked to the class.
So, people weren't very nice in this school... So much for the top school in the country.
My eyes scanned the halls as I walked, oddly enough not spotting any disciplinary committee members... or any security in the school of super-powered hormonal teenagers.
This was just a recipe for disaster.
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I leaned on the windowsill, staring down at the two people in the courtyard, my senses flared as I felt their aura channeling throughout their bodies.
"What's up with them?"
I muttered, raising an eyebrow as a blue sword formed in one of the combatant's hands.
The blue-haired boy was... an amateur at best, his stance was off, and his footwork could improve. My eyes traveled to the other one, raising an eyebrow as blue claws formed around his hands.
"Move kid!"
I took a step back, allowing the hand that was going to push me to the side to pass by harmlessly in the air. I looked up at another asshole that took my place in front of the window, looking down at the fight with what seemed like an unhealthy amount of excitement.
I hummed, putting my hands in my pockets and going to the other window, looking out absently and watching the fight.
My aura shifted throughout my coils, trickling into my eyes.
I observed the two fighters down in the courtyard, I hummed tilting my head to the side curiously. Their aura usage was... average, at best.
I sighed, as I watched the fight unfold, raising an eyebrow at the... Inefficiency of it all. What was this school doing?
"You're the new kid, right?"
I looked to my right, the glow in my eyes dying down as I raised an eyebrow at the blonde kid around my age. I saw him in my class, sitting a few desks away from me.
I nodded, turning my body towards him, my eyebrow still raised in curiosity as he looked me over, as if analyzing me.
"So, what's your ability?"
I cocked my head to the side curiously. What a... profound greeting.
"What's yours?"
I returned, my hands still inside my pockets. He chuckled, shaking his head, and extended a hand to me.
"My name is Arlo."
I took my hand out of my pocket, grasping his hand and shaking it.
"Alexander, a pleasure."