Bab 295: Even in Dire Situations, I got Time to Beat a Hero’s Ass.

Panic, confusion, and fear prevailed over the blood-soaked tension in the Gym as I looked around the crowd of roughly 75 students and teachers, all bearing one injury or another. I could see they had no clue what I was talking about, but it was the eight unidentified people wearing varying types of armor or outfits that I saw the most emotion in their eyes.

Setting aside their affiliations, they were returners, and the keywords I had uttered were more than enough reason to get flighty.

All of them appeared to be either pre-teens or no older than 16 and based on the strange looks I was receiving from a couple, I knew they were questioning what I had said.

Dropping an instance that was large enough to cover one of the largest states in the Continental United States was no small undertaking, and I don't blame them for being skeptical, but there was one thing I had going for me, and it was time to use it.