Capítulo 4: Class 2
As Ra descended from the stage he was immediately surrounded. "Bro, I'm a purple rank recruit, you should join my team, us high ranks should stick together" one student came forward, beaming.
Ra smiled back at him as he shook his head causing the boy to appear crestfallen, however, he recovered quickly, "The names Seth! he hollered, as Ra was swiftly carried away in the dense sea of the crowd "Seth Robin" he yelled after him
Ra lifted his hand in acknowledgement as he moved further away
the younger girls and teachers also attempted to become acquainted with this young genius, hoping to attain benefits from him, luckily the situation was quickly brought under control, one of the younger girls managed to pull him into a seat beside her as the speaker finally restored order to the auditorium, the speaker look exhausted as he pulled a small piece of cloth from his pocket and began to dab at the sweat glistening on his face. "Slayers will be assigned to their classes, there will be no special treatment towards those of high rank, high talent, or family connections, your first class will be Practical applications, as for the second, you will attend Soul Forming, which your instructor will explain in greater detail, and finally those with magic affinity will naturally report to our resident Grand Sorcére to determine their. magical aptitude, that is all, dismissed."
The recruits were all extremely excited, and Ra was no exception, they rushed out of the auditorium where they encountered a group of people who appeared to be waiting for them. "We are the instructors for our newest recruits, each of you received a letter prior to coming here, your class and instructor was enclosed within, when you hear your class please line up behind your instructor." As one finished speaking the others began to step forward.
"Instructor Hans Borus, Class 9" There was a shuffling of feet as the assigned students hurriedly stepped behind him.
"Instructor Arc Billham, Class 1" Again students shuffled to stand behind him.
one by one instructors named themselves and the crowd of 10,000 students quickly thinned.
"Instructor Ilyra Shizune, Class 2"
Ra looked up hearing this name, recalling it from the letter he received, he joined the other recruits as they hurriedly stepped in line behind Instructor Shizune, she wasn't that tall, 6'8 or so and while she seemed mature she was quite young, wearing thin framed glasses perched above her nose, a checkered patterned skirt and a white buttoned blouse. the blouse's hem was not tucked in but rested snugly around her waist, she stood with her arms folded beneath her ample cleavage, her sharp gaze seemed to sweep over the students, she didn't say much as she turned and began to lead them away, she spoke brusquely.
"Each class is assigned to an island, These islands are all connected, on these islands we have raised different draconian species, They are wild and will not hesitate to attack, even kill you, to reduce casualties no one is allowed to embark upon unauthorized hunts, any questions?"
some students had quite a few
"What happens when dragons die?"
"When do we eat?"
"Can these dragons breathe fire?"
questions began to spring from each student in response.
Patiently, she began to answer them
"When Dragons die, they release a primordial energy, this energy stems from the Dragons life connection with the land. The land will retaliate for the Dragons death, if a Slayer is able to withstand the tribulation the Slayer will be strengthened. Dragons can indeed breathe fire, however, these Dragons cannot. Enraged Dragons breathe fire because they were previously killed, This is where the legend of Phoenixs come from. When a powerful Dragon is killed the land will crack, magma will spew from the planet and the Dragon will be reborn in fire. These Dragons gain an increased resistance to magic as well as the ability to breathe fire, however, they are not born this way. As for when do we eat..." She smiled, "We'll do that now" they cheered.
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