Chapter 38: Classroom
The students returned to their classes after inspecting the arena.
The classroom stank of burnt wood, a sharp tang mingling with old chalk and faint mana residue.
Scorch marks laced the walls, curling around cracked windows like black vines, others seared across the floorboards from months of misfired spells.
Desks were shoved aside, creating a makeshift practice range, while a hot breeze slipped through the broken panes, stirring dust in golden shafts of morning light.
Miss Silvia stood at the front, adjusting her glasses with one hand, gripping a mana bead in the other.
Her white jacket clung to her shoulders, rising with nervous breaths, its buttons straining over her generous chest. Her pencil skirt hugged her hips tightly, already rumpled from earlier fidgeting, a faint glimpse of black satin panties peeking as she shifted.
Strands of auburn hair slipped from her bun, trailing her flushed cheeks.
"Focus on control," she urged, her voice striving for authority. "It’s not about power—it’s about aim. Visualize your anchor... release from the core."
Most students stared as if she’d asked them to carve a rune with a spoon, their eyes glazed or darting to the windows.
The door creaked open, uninvited.
Master Toren, Class C’s sleazy instructor, stepped inside, his balding head gleaming, a wine-stained grin etched on his face.