Saints hand eased his grip.
"Leave! Get the hell out." He screamed.
Wisp begrudgingly left.
Grant was sitting on the other side of the door with an eager face.
"So how was it? Did you surprise him?" Grant asked.
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Willam grasped his whip with both hands, his eyes ready for anything. Around him stand representatives of each class.
"Hello and welcome." One of the two head teachers began to speak. His name is Marcis, a shorter man with a bald head and a finely groomed mustache. "I'm sorry but the first head teacher couldn't make it, he is currently on a hunt. Now, you all have been chosen as the best of your classes. If there is any objection to this, please say them now." There was silence in the room. "Okay. I will now call your classes name, and you shall come up to announce yourself. Now, Class year 3."
A Lanky man took the stage, his frame no different than a stick.
"Class year 3, Frederick Hinz, I'm a mage at the rank of commander low."
"So Fredrick, good job. Frederick here is the peek example of where we expect you to be by the time you graduate. Now have you awakened?"
"No I have not."
"You may take a seat. Next class year 2 A…." It went on like this till they called William. Class year 1 B."
Willam walked up onto the stage.
"Class year 1 B, I'm William Jade, Currently my rank is soldier 3, and I have awakened."
"Excellent, now that that's everyone, you may all leave."
All the teachers that were previously observing, met to discuss something. But William couldn't care less. He was out of the room before they knew it.