The Strange Sport...

"And you all successfully felled it, well, almost all of you..." Mr. Scott said as the class slowly raised their heads, or some opened their eyes once more, to find out their necks were still intact.

"Only a single one among you didn't even try to dodge at all, able to see through the technique at first glance. You all were able to see the power in the axe formed from mana, yet it did you no harm. Would you mind explaining to us such a strange phenomenon, Theon?" Mr. Scott said, as the entire class directed their attention to a single seat, and Hael also curiously turned his gaze, sighting a young man who had the most unreadable expression he had ever seen.

He was neither happy nor sad, smart-looking nor dumb, playful nor serious. He was just blank, his eyes even slightly drooping, which might be interpreted as a person witnessing something boring, but even that couldn't be confirmed.