Chapter 25
Chapter 25
The bell echoed softly through the corridor as students began pouring out of the classrooms. Ezra walked calmly through the arched stone halls of ESA’s western wing, his gait unhurried, his presence composed.
By his side walked Renji, hands folded behind his head, slightly grinning.
"That was so interesting, man," Renji said, breaking the silence. "I really love strategic and history classes. Professor Vane’s voice might be dry, but the content? Fire."
Ezra didn’t respond immediately. His eyes lingered briefly on a window—the sunlight casting pale gold across the academy’s old marble pillars.
In truth, history had always interested him. Even in his past life, as a science major, history was something he respected. Strategy and patterns of old wars often revealed more about humanity than numbers ever could.
"Agreed," he said at last. "It was... well-structured."
Renji chuckled. "That’s your version of ’fun class,’ huh?"
Ezra didn’t answer. But Renji had grown used to that.
They walked a few steps before Renji brought up something more unexpected.
"Hey... Ezra, do you know much about the Oni?"