The Transferee

Sometimes later,

In the First District Academy, in one of its classrooms, a young man stood in front of the other young people of his age.

"A new visitor? Who is he?" A young female student asked.

Everyone looked curious when they saw the young male in front of them. He had medium length black hair that was tied at the back. He had clear golden eyes and a well-chiseled face.

Not gonna lie, he looked handsome. But, for some reason, they could not admire him because no matter how they looked at him, they could not sense any mana from him.

In this academy which everyone was graded by their mana scores, having someone like him in front of them was honestly surprising.

A person with mana can feel mana oscillation in someone who also has it.

Mana was everything in this academy.

That's why, instead of admiring him, they think of him as a freak, or a manaless person.

Without minding their condescending looks, the young man casually introduced himself. "Good morning. My name is Cross Milliams, a transferee from H.P Institute."

Hearing that, everyone gawked before they started whispering to each other.

"A transferee…?"

"H.P. Institute?"

"Isn't that the rumored institute where they treated their students like lab rats?" A male student asked.

"Yes. That's what I heard," said another male student.

"No wonder he looked like a freak."

"Puffft…" someone held her laughter.

Cross knitted his brows. He wondered what was the matter. No one seems fascinated in his casual introduction. Instead, they were talking as if he was a freak.

No one took notice of his bafflement. They were more interested in the H.P. Institute.

"I also heard some bad rumors about that institute. They never produced good students. There weren't even any competition events that they had participated in."

"Damn! My parents used it to scare me. They said that if I don't do well in this academy, they would send me to that institute." A fatty expressed his worry. "Like h*ll I would let that happen!"

"I also heard that all students there are either people with very low mana or manaless. They could not even pilot a worker machine. In short, they are defective people and have zero chances to pilot a real mech. Hahaha!" A person with short red hair laughed. His voice reverberated inside the classroom and towards the hallway.

The girls frowned when they heard it.

"For real?"

"Zero aptitude to pilot a mech?"

"W-Well… That's what I heard."

When whispers were about to become noisy, the sexy female instructor took everyone's attention.

"Everyone, stop! It's not good to criticize someone or something just based on rumors."

With that, everyone turned silent. Cross just simply listens to them without bothering to correct them. But his eyes were sweeping at each one of them as though he was searching for someone.

Since it was an academy where most well-known family descendants were admitted to, there should be many cute girls here. He could eventually spot some of them inside this room.

And that what was in his mind. He was searching for cute girls.

"Uh, Mr. Milliams, go find an empty seat at the back", said Miss Hoppy, the sexy teacher.

"Okay."

He walked straight to the back and immediately spotted an empty seat. But then, he noticed someone sitting beside it.

Cross gasped. He saw a cutie sitting silently. She had long black hair with purple highlights near the bangs. Her eyes were like a pair of purple jewels.

She was very pretty!

"Hello, no one owned this seat?" Cross pointed to the seat beside her, winking as he did.

"….."

Forget about replying, the girl didn't even spare a glance at him.

"….."

The desks and seats inside the classroom were placed in ascending styles, so that those sitting at the back would be able to see the teachers without someone's back blocking their vision. The interior of the room was somehow clean and shiny.

In the First District Academy, they had three days in a week for academic classes. But mostly, they were only held in the morning. In the afternoon, they must attend their respective departments.

Their first period touches on history: the invasion of Zergs, the origin of mana and such, and the first person who discovered it.

After their second period, which is math, was a one hour break time.

Riiiing~~~

A loud ring reverberated in the entire academy. It was an indication of a lunch break. After their lecturers and instructors bid their farewells to the students in their respective classrooms, the majority of students stretched their bodies to comfort their muscles which started to feel discomfort from sitting for a couple of hours.

"Yahoo! My favorite period of time!" A fatty pumped his fist in the air.

"I still can't believe my mana score is low. I failed to join the Military Mech department because of it. S*ck!" Said a student in a discontent expression.

"Are you still talking about that? It's already been a week since the evaluation day."

"Who wants to come with me to the training field? Let's practice until we die! Maybe our mana score will increase a little! Then next semester we might be able to join the Military Mech Department."

"If only the Simulation Arena is open!"

"I need to eat first."

"Damn it! My stomach is so painful! I think I'm going to vomit all the special foods I ate for breakfast. This is insane! My parents will kill me if I can't pilot a real mech!"

Those are just out of many reactions one could hear in the D-class.

"Tsk! At Least you still have a chance to pilot a mech, unlike some freak there," said the guy with short blonde hair and a sporty face.

Everyone fell silent upon hearing him. They noticed his eyes were glaring at the certain area inside the classroom where the transfer student was sitting leisurely.

Some of the students feared that something would happen, especially because there was no teacher around.

If that was to happen the freak would get beaten up for sure.