Kyoji ambled around the academy grounds, his thoughts drifting. He spotted a building and was about to pass by when something tugged at his memory. This was it, the building where his weapon class was held every Thursday.
Weapon class was a once-a-week affair for first-year students like him, a five-hour block from eight in the morning until noon. He had heard from the other students that the same instructor taught all three years. They called him "Crusher." Rumor had it that anyone who trained with him walked out either physically broken or mentally and emotionally shattered.
Unsurprisingly, weapon class wasn't exactly the most popular elective. The rumors surrounding the instructor only added to its reputation as a class to avoid, leaving it with a sparse roster of students.
Since he was enrolled in the class, a flicker of curiosity drew Kyoji towards the building. He strolled over to one of the windows and peered inside.
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