Mentor's Trust of Words

"Okay, ladies, that is it for our topic for today." The lecturer said as she finished discussing the lesson with the students. The girl with red hair seated next to the window cleaned up her desk and put her books back into her bag. When she left the lecture hall, a girl ran to her.

"Hey, Lena, you wouldn't believe what's happening outside!"

"Wait, what do you mean, Hey, don't just drag me?"

As Lula drags Lena out of the campus building. They both notice that many female students are watching something from the sidelines. To find out what is happening, they follow suit. They see two students, who look like beaten-up freshmen, being attacked by another student holding a sabre in his right hand.

The whole commotion had become a duel. The audience watches intently as the fight continues, whispering to each other, Is that Jerome? Isn't he famous and the best fencer in our school?

The other stayed silenced while looking at Jerome getting the upper hand on a beaten-down freshman who kept coming back from the ground.

Freshmen managed to dodge left from incoming thrust from Jerome, then Conner in the tree, looking around for something to defend himself with, picks up a lightweight stick from nearby bushes and dodges Jerome's incoming attacks.

Jerome was surprised by its parry; he then backed off to arrange his foot into En garde stance; while this stand is one of the basics every fencer knows, the freshmen were shaken while holding the long stick with both hands and took the pose in guard, Jerome show this and open his mouth and said,

"Hmm, what's your name, lad?"

"The name goes by Angelo."

"Well then, it's nice knowing you, but it's time to finish this."

As Jerome attempted to cut Angelo with his sabre, he was stopped by another. Jerome looked over at Naiver, who had a practiced sabre in his left hand, stopping Jerome's attempt to cut him, "That's enough... you have attracted many curious stray cats."

Jerome stops and looks around to see many students stopping in their tracks while watching the duel unfold. With this, he put his sabre back to its sheath on his left waist. You're lucky, Jerome said as he clicked his though tongue.

He sighed in relief to see the Navy and the crowds clapping and applauding him for his aplomb. As the spectators clapped and awaited Angelo's return, he heard footsteps approaching when he listened to his name being called.

Angelo then sited on the clinic bed while being bondage by Theresa, who scolds Angelo for being reckless; after that, she leaves the clinic as Hugo comes inside the clinic, once the news of a fight spreads out throughout the campus.

"Hey, so... You're awake now, huh."

"Ha-haha, your funny, my guy."

"I'm not trying; anyways, how you are."

Hugo checks on Angelo to see he has been bandaged up from his face and his left abdomen.

"Heh... seems you had now become well known throughout the campus."

"Wait, really?"

"Yeah, the words had spread out like wildfire."

"Hey, are you alright"

Fiona entered the clinics where Angelo and Hugo were currently when they started talking. Do you know each other? I asked them both; the room's mood suddenly fell silent for a while; Hugo's eyes and Fiona looked at each other quickly and introduced themselves.

After that quick introduction, Angelo stood up from his bed while checking his pocket and uniform, he found nothing, and then he got out of the clinic to find something. And then he bumps into someone.

A ruddy-haired girl with a ponytail on her back stood watching for him as he walked out of the clinic; she showed him something in her right hand; it was a pocket watch that Angelo had lost; Angelo had no idea the girl had found his lost item, the girl gave it back to him, he was amazed.

Thank you, Angelo said. Now that Angelo felt indebted to this person, Lula pulled her notepad out of her pocket and asked an urgent question.

"Would you mind if I interview you?"

As she said this, Hugo and Fiona left the clinic to see what was up. They noticed a female student and Angelo standing at the clinic's entrance door.

"Sure, why not.... wait, who are you?"

"You can just call me Lula."

Angelo agreed to this, and they all again went back to the clinic so that Luna could ask them furthermore questions.

Lena threw questions from left to rights, like where Angelo came from, why he engaged in duels with one of the most skilled fencers, and many more. After that, she had written down the last lines of her note,

"That's it for our interview for today."

"Thanks for your time Mister Corpus; well, you look at the time anyways. I have to go now."

Lena looked up at the clock as she stood up from her seat and proceeded to walk out of the clinic.

When she left the clinic, the only person alone was Angelo. he sighed and decided to go. He looked at his pocket watch c; it was the last afternoon, he said, then left the clinic while walking down the hallway.

He saw two students leaning on the wall as if they were waiting for him. It was Naiver and Jerome. Angelo stops at his stacks when he sees them both on his path; he asks,

"So, what are you both doing here?"

"We came here to ask for an apology on behalf of my friend here. I'll do anything."

Naiver bows while putting his left hand at his friend Jerome; his friend is wide shocked as he sees him bowing down,

"You're bowing down to a commoner like him? "

He said; Naiver then just glares back at Jerome, telling him that he should bow. Jerome's expression was scared by this and compelled to do the same. From Angelo's point of view.

the two famous students throughout campus are now bowing in front of them; they both feel an awkward pause for a moment, and then, Angelo takes the initiative and opens his mouth,

"I-It alright, Naiver, we been known each other since kids, so could you at least stop with the formality."

"Wait, you know each other."

"Yes..."

Naiver was shaken up by what Angelo said. It had brought him the thought of the old memories between himself and Angelo.

"However, I have favored asking of you."

"What exactly favor do you want from him!"

"Shut up for a moment, Jerome!"

"O-Ok…"

Naiver and Angelo shouted at Jerome from talking, They moved away from Jerome in few meters away, and they both whispered at each other. So that Jerome could not hear them from afar. This is so weird.

Jerome muttered at the interaction between them. Minutes passed after that long conversation they both returned to Jerome, who had been waiting for quite a while now.

"Hmm? What was that now?"

"It was nothing, our talk with him is done, and we should get back now."

"What do you mean we're done with? I haven't even got closure with him… wait stop dragging me by the collar?"

"Don't get a cheeky rookie; we are not finished…."

What was that for? Jerome grumpily asks while being dragged by Naiver. He does not use this kind of attitude of Naiver giving today; Jerome knows from

{Navier's earlier expression that there is some history between them that he doesn't know of. Jerome decides to stay silenced after they leave and return to their perspective homes.

Many days had passed since then. If I remember correctly, Professor Garcia hasn't made a move on the clock tower. Based on before I got killed by him, it seems that he got to experience it.

Professor Garcia is not someone who would want to mess with.

Once I got a letter from Naiver, he had done what I had asked him to do, and I then slipped a note on Garcia's Desk after our language and Arts class.

"So what do you want from me, my student mister Corpus?"

"Thanks for your time meeting me, Professor Garcia."

A man who wears sunglasses and holds a walking cane with seems to be his dominant hand and walks towards me in the corridor. When my pocket watch hit 5 pm, the time when every student and employee had already left the Lecturing building.

it was only Prof. Garcia, and I was the one who was left. I told him we should take a breather on the rooftop and pat his left shoulder as we went upstairs to the rooftop.

On the rooftop, as we open the metallic door, we felt windblown through us, making this whole place windy as in today's month. It comes into the thought that everything we had worked up for is saved for this moment.

"So, what do you want to talk about? I don't have much time."

"Okay, you can stop with the act now."

I pull the single-action revolver behind my back and aim at him to the head just like what he did to me last time; Garcia turns his body around, and he looks at me with a forced smile. He is not unaware of what's happening but based on his expression.

He knows what I am talking about. Garcia then dropped his cane, brought both hands to his face, and removed his sunglasses. He put them back in his breast pocket, slowly but surely, his eye both open,

"You have been faking being blind all this time. For what?"

"For a long… time ever since I receive these eyes, but you know Angelo, I'll give you applaud for that for figuring out that I'm not blind."

"Tell me, are you a foe or an ally?"

"Neither of those, I'm sure of you that I'm not an enemy, nor would I not consider someone as an ally."

"When you stole my gun from earlier ago when we're at the staircase, use it against me."

"But still…"

Garcia maintains a straight posture throughout the confrontation. The fact that he has his gun pointed at him doesn't seem to bother him.

Opening his right hand, he releases the bullets that fall to the ground. I pulled the trigger, but nothing came out, and you know you're not alone on this? Someone whispered behind me.

My tongue clicked, and I lowered my arm as if someone had already come behind, ready to blow my head off. I recognized the voice behind me; it was my older brother, Francis.