Chapter 275: A Disciple In The Rough

Chapter 275: A Disciple In The Rough



""

Emir's question was met with utter silence, as Arthur had no idea how to reply.

"Answer."

Urged by his professor, Arthur showed a determined face and stuttered out:

"....T-Tails!"

Emir checked the coin away from the students and then quietly put it back in his pocket.

He then gave Arthur a nod and shooed him off to his seat.

"B-But sir, did I get it right?"

The professor smiled. It was wide-unnaturally wide.

His eyes, hidden beneath the shades, didn't match that look, however.

And his next words didn't either:

"You'll find out in due time... now come sit next to your classmates."

Arthur remained in place momentarily and then hesitantly approached his seat a few steps before their professor's desk.

"Now then..."

As was usual, Emir had to take role call.

"Rank 1, Elijah Oliver."

A smiling little brother stood up to greet his big brother.

"Present."

The professor nodded, and Elijah sat back down.

"Rank 2, Sofia Alexander."

She slowly got up from her seat and calmly stated:

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He nodded once again, and like Elijah, she relaxed in her seat.

Emir's mind then skipped over the process as he quickly called out the names of the rest.

"Rank 3, Aria GoldLeaf."

"Rank 4, Max Blackwood."

"Rank 5, Ava Nguyen."

"Rank 5, Arthur."

"Rank 6, Quinn Mercer."

"Rank 7, ---"

...

"Rank 77,

After sighing, Emir looked back at the students.

"Once again, it's nice to meet you all... As you know, I'm the new professor, Emir."

"Since it's still the schedule correction period, I won't be going into lessons right away, but I'll announce a few things instead."

"While I'll teach you greens how to fight, I'll be focusing on the basics first. You need to learn how to survive before trying to fight anyone. So expect my focus to be on your foundation for now."

"Also, I've allowed second-years and up to join my lessons, don't come complaining if you don't want them in, I won't change my mind."

"Last thing... I'll warn you guys now. If any of you think it'll be easy since I'm close to you in age or that I'm a new professor, then think again..."

"As an educator, I'll make sure you face regret for being complacent."

Emir decided to end the class there as he didn't have much to say.

But just as he was about to leave, he turned around and added:

"Oh, and I almost forgot..."

"Little baby fights between students are strictly disallowed."

"If I see anything out of line, and when I say anything, I mean it, your head will be on the chopping block."

"Do enjoy killing each other elsewhere; I don't want to bother cleaning up the mess, is that understood?"

It took them some time to get out of their stunned state, but they eventually replied as a collective:

"...Yes Professor!"

Emir noticed a few that stayed quiet but he didn't care for their cute little rebellion.

"Good. Now make yourself comfortable and look forward to a hellish year."

He chuckled and left the room, leaving behind bewildered kids who didn't know what to make of all that just happened.

***

Arthur continuously stared at the door, his eyes begging their professor to come back.

Yet as time passed...

Her eyes held an incredibly intense emotion. One opposing theirs by a large margin.

She showed hate.

Absolute fury.

A dying want for revenge.

This student was Quinn Mercer.

She stared at him the entire time he was in the class.

Yet he never once looked back at her.

His shades remained pointed in the Elite's direction the entire time.

It was as if they were the main characters of a play, and she was nothing but a background

character, an extra...

A 'unnamed.'

This infuriated her to the extreme.

The man who caused her father's downfall was now looking down on her.

Quinn truly couldn't handle her spiraling intent. Killing intent.

One that wasn't detectable to those beside her because it was weak...

So weak, that Emir's lingering presence extinguished it completely.

That indicated just how impossible her goal truly was.

But that didn't cross her mind.

All that she thought of at that moment was the very same vow that crossed her mind a million

times before today.

'I'll kill you for what you did to my life!'

A vow of revenge.

***

Emir noticed all of that.

And more...

But he knew not what 'it' was.

'It' was the reason why he left so quickly. He just felt off.

His thought process was slower, ever so slightly.

Yet even still, that didn't affect him so much that he wouldn't pick up on Quinn's death-

wishing stare.

Unlike the others, she wasn't simply looking at him...

Like a hawk, her gaze caught all his actions. His every gesture. Every displayed emotion.

Emir didn't know what she had planned, but he knew one thing for sure:

That girl was utterly RETARDED.

An absolute dysfunctional being that imagined the impossible.

She dreamt of his death.

But dreams will always be just that...

Dreams.

However, he saw something in her that the other students didn't have.

Drive, one that bordered on insanity.

And there was nothing better than such fire to propel a Celestial forward.

After all, a good noose around the neck didn't hurt anyone.

Emir chuckled while walking through the empty halls.

[Hey, Ly.]

It took a second, but her telepathic response soon reached him.

[...Yes, prince?]

[That girl, what do you think I should do with her?]

[Quinn, you mean?]

[Yeah.]

[She's good; her talent is bright as well, maybe even better than most named characters.]

[A diamond in the rough, huh.]

[That she is, especially with the cybernetic enhancements she got.]

Emir nodded, now nearing the fourth floor's lobby.

[Then I've decided...] And the smile on his lips died down. [She'll become my disciple.]