Second Blood 2 : First Day

I walked through the campus for a few minutes, my mind immersed in a landscape that was familiar but so distant in my memory.

Huge ultramodern buildings of Asian design, dormitories, gardens, beautifully paved streets, a school housing various facilities and occupying an area of more than 75,000 square metres housing more than ten thousand students and several hundred employees.

It is the Asian Union International Byonder University (AUIBU) or Byonder University, where future protectors of the Asian Union are trained, as well as many international students from all over the world.

I hated this place.

As I walked to my classroom and suddenly stopped when I opened the door, there were about thirty students chatting with their classmates, paying no attention to me as I had just entered, except for one person who noticed me coming in and waved to me as I sat next to my friend Park-Taesoo.

She was a young girl of about 1m72 with short black hair giving her a tomboy look.

"Jyro! Tae-soo told me everything!"

As I approached, she suddenly tugged at the sleeve of my uniform with bright eyes.

"Tell me how you did it! You're going to tell me, aren't you? What did you eat before you went to sleep? Did you meditate? Did you..."

"Keep your voice down, you idiot!

At her brother Tae-soo's shout, Hye-soo noticed that she was attracting stares from her other classmates, which made her slightly uncomfortable.

She let go of my sleeve and I took my place behind them while she looked sulkily at Tae-soo.

"I'm your eldest, you owe me respect."

"Respect my arse and I told you to speak softly! Ouch, stop hitting me! Ouch! Gorilla! Ouch!"

As I watched the two siblings fight, a smile formed on my lips - it had been so many years since I had seen this scene, it still seemed unreal to see them together like this after so many years, I suddenly thought of their future deaths and my expression darkened slightly as I clenched my fists.

"What's wrong Jyro?"

At Tae-soo's question, whose skull was suffering from the blows of his sister staring at me, I pulled myself together and shook my head with a smile.

"I just thought of something unpleasant."

"You're really strange today, maybe it's a side effect of the awakening..."

"Silly, awakening doesn't have that kind of side effect."

"Who are you calling an idiot? Take my world-destroying fists."

"Stop it! Ouch! Sorry, sorry, sorry! Ouch! Stop!"

Seeing the two of them fighting again, I couldn't help but smile again.

A few minutes later a careless-looking middle-aged man wearing glasses and a blue suit entered the classroom, silencing all the students who quickly sat back down in their seats.

"Well I'll read the attendance list."

"Abram Stanton."

"Yes.."

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"Nagata Hosuzu...."

"Yes."

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"Jyro Klayn."

"Yes."

The teacher then stopped suddenly, looking at Jyro with a puzzled expression.

"Who are you?"

The question surprised everyone in the room, including Jyro, whose heart suddenly skipped a beat.

The teacher closed the electronic notebook on his desk and approached Jyro with a menacing air, unconsciously he stood up and tried to take a step backwards, but the professor's next words sent a chill down his spine.

"If you take one step backwards, you're dead.

He froze instantly as a menacing aura washed over the teacher's body.

"Does he suspect my regression? Have I made a mistake?"

The Byonder university he was at had elite Byonders as professors, and even a professor in a preparatory class like theirs was at least C-rank.

With all the abilities that exist in this world, it's not impossible that he possesses a technique or arcane linked to perception.

As he was thinking at full speed, the teacher stopped a half metre away from him and, without giving him time to react, placed his right hand on his chest.

He frowned even more with a strange look staring at Jyro and muttered briefly in a voice only Jyro could hear.

"It's strange, he's normal, how can he contain his aura so easily when he was barely awake..."

"!!!!"

Jyro almost exclaimed as he realised his mistake.

He had awakened his aura this morning, but thanks to the strange ability he had regressed it, he had instead acquired a faculty that can only be acquired after years of training for byonders with mediocre talent, and a few months or weeks for geniuses.

This probably put the professor on alert, and rightly so: there are awakened beings who have polymorphic arcanes or soul possession.

"Student Jyro, who taught you the basics of using the aura?"

"Nobody sir..."

"What about your family?"

"I'm an orphan..."

"Sorry, come after classes in my office."

The teacher withdrew his hand from his chest and returned to his seat under the questioning gaze of the pupils, who turned their eyes towards Jyro, who sat down stiffly, while the two Park siblings looked at him with shining eyes.

"That's my boy, you didn't even flinch at the teacher's stare."

"Why was the professor like that? He even threatened to kill you!"

Jyro shrugged and looked at the teacher, who was continuing to read the attendance list as if nothing had happened.