Chapter 23: Teacher Dulcow
Theron stood in silence, winds blowing across the field and kicking up dust.
It was hard to tell what he was thinking as he stood there, a full head shorter than the young man across from him and three times narrower. At least in terms of size, it was a complete mismatch.
In the crowd of academics, Sawyer sneered. It wasn't hard, even for an idiot like him, to tell why Theron was out there. What he didn't like was that the young boy had the same annoyingly calm expression.
Sawyer really wanted to know just how long he could keep that up for.
Wasian wasn't just a second-year Flux Mancer; he was also a Sixth Resonance Bronze Mancer. That was already well ahead of schedule for his age, even in a Sect, let alone here.
By comparison, Theron was only in the Fourth Resonance, and he was a Water Mancer to boot.
"If you're—"
"A moment, please, Teacher Dulcow," Theron interrupted.
The Sergeant froze, and the military stream students straightened up just a little bit more. The last person to call Dulcow "Teacher" had been made to run a hundred laps around the field.