The classroom was silent for a few seconds as they all just looked at each other in surprise! They couldn't really wrap their heads around the fact that the first adult to speak to them was saying something like this! It was too morbid!
Scar frowned and spoke in a louder voice!
"I said, is that understood!?"
"Yes, Mr. Scar!"
The class quickly answered when they sensed the anger in Scar's voice and Scar looked over all of them before nodding and bringing out a tablet from under the table while speaking.
"I'm going to take roll call and give you a rundown of what life is going to be like here in high school. Everyone put your hand on the screen in front of you."
On the desk in front of each student, a square box on the table slid out of place and revealed a screen that showed an area to put their hands. Each student put their hand on the scanner and the tablet in Scar's hand showed him which students were around and which ones were absent. Scar nodded when he saw that there were no absentees.
As Scar scrolled through the names of the students, he stopped when he got to a particular name and his brow furrowed before he looked up towards where Azrael was seated. Azrael met Scar's eyes with his own impassive gaze and the both of them stared at each other for a few seconds before Scar finally turned away.
'So, there's a child of darkness in this class as well?'
Scar had this thought while he continued scrolling through names on the tablet. Scar had only been a teacher for two years and he had only taught one demigod blessed by a god of darkness in that time. The demigod had been blessed by Loki and remembering what happened with that demigod was something Scar did not like doing since it just filled him with rage each time.
But Scar was not the sort of person to allow his emotions to get the better of him. Scar quickly slid the page on his tab to the side to get a look at Azrael's stats and he was surprised when he saw that Azrael had an EX Rank in Divine Potential, but no God aspect.
Scar had heard that there was a student like that amongst the first years, but he didn't think he would get him into his class. What the hell are the higher-ups thinking? Why would they put someone like Azrael in a class with other students who all had God aspects? No matter how hard Azrael worked, there was no way he would be able to keep up with the others!
When Scar started putting the kids through his training regimen, he could potentially kill Azrael!
Scar sighed internally. He didn't have a right to question the higher-ups, so he just had to do as he was told. Scar put the tablet on top of his novel and then he started to speak.
"Well then, killers. Pay close attention and try to keep up with me for the next few minutes. When you were in middle school, I'm sure you all heard one thing or another about what it was like being in high school. The tough exams and the constant combat tests that would tire you out every day of the week without fail. Well, I'm here to tell you that none of those were true. They all lied to you.
"What you're going to be facing instead is something far worse than simple exercises. Over the next few years, you are all going to suffer. You know, I've always wondered why demigods were trained from such a young age to become killers. By the time you're graduating from this school, you'll be only eighteen years old. Old enough to drink, to vote, to have sex, and to kill. I would hardly call that an appropriate age for the perfect killing machine tasked with protecting humanity."
Once Scar mentioned sex, more than half of the class immediately blushed in embarrassment as they all squirmed in their seats. Some of the boys laughed like perverts while the girls glared at them in irritation. Scar ignored all of the children and he continued talking.
"But after seeing things in the school myself and fighting on the frontlines, I realized exactly what it was that we're trying to do here. I understand why we are taking such young children and making them into machines. You see, at your age, you're at your most malleable. It is easy to manipulate such young, trusting children."
Scar's piercing eyes traveled across the classroom and there wasn't a single person that wasn't looking at him like he had lost his mind! A teacher saying such things to his students was unheard of in the first place, but the fact that he was saying it to them on the first day of school was even worse! These words were what would shape their outlook for the rest of the year and Scar was systematically breaking down all their fantasies about a nice, enjoyable youth.
There were no rainbows to be seen in their futures.
Scar continued like he hadn't just said something entirely traumatizing to the children.
"So, as the one who would be responsible for ensuring you are properly groomed into the killing machines that you were born to be, I'd like to once more welcome you to Divine Demigod Academy. May our time together be very fruitful. Now, to the scheduling. The first years are divided into two classes. This class, known as A Class, and the other B Class, which is handled by that bit – I mean, by my colleague, Terra. The school authorities were the ones in charge of handling class selection, so don't whine to me about anything. The first-year students, you guys, are going to have academic lectures from Mondays to Wednesdays. Regular things that you need to know in order to survive. History, language, arithmetics, grammar. All that would not be handled by me, so you can look forward to it.
"But from Thursday, your asses are mine. The last two days of the week will be combat assessment and Daemon studies. That is what I will be handling. I am going to give you the perfect rundown on how to tear any daemon you see into pieces and then I am going to beat each and every one of you to the ground so that you will have the skills needed to actually carry out what you have learned. And finally, twice a month on the weekends, say goodbye to your friends and families because you are all going to be spending those two days in the training facility putting everything that you had learned for the past two weeks to the test. Any questions?"
Scar looked around to see if there would be anyone, and he clicked his tongue when he noticed a girl raise her hand from the front row. Scar recognized the girl as Jane Ashton, one of the highest-ranking students in the year with perfect grades, perfect attendance, and an S Rank in her Divine Potential.
The typical perfectionist.
"What is it?"