studiobondurri Chapter 22: Academic Schedule
Chapter 22: Academic Schedule
Chapter 22: Academic Schedule
The classroom was silent for a few seconds as they all just looked at each other in surprise! They couldn't really wrap their heads around the fact that the first adult to speak to them was saying something like this! It was too morbid!
Scar frowned and spoke in a louder voice!@@@@
"I said, is that understood!?"
"Yes, Mr. Scar!"
The class quickly answered when they sensed the anger in Scar's voice and Scar looked over all of them before nodding and bringing out a tablet from under the table while speaking.
"I'm going to take roll call and give you a rundown of what life is going to be like here in high school. Everyone put your hand on the screen in front of you."
On the desk in front of each student, a square box on the table slid out of place and revealed a screen that showed an area to put their hands. Each student put their hand on the scanner and the tablet in Scar's hand showed him which students were around and which ones were absent. Scar nodded when he saw that there were no absentees.
As Scar scrolled through the names of the students, he stopped when he got to a particular name and his brow furrowed before he looked up towards where Azrael was seated. Azrael met Scar's eyes with his own impassive gaze and the both of them stared at each other for a few seconds before Scar finally turned away.
"But after seeing things in the school myself and fighting on the frontlines, I realized exactly what it was that we're trying to do here. I understand why we are taking such young children and making them into machines. You see, at your age, you're at your most malleable. It is easy to manipulate such young, trusting children."
Scar's piercing eyes traveled across the classroom and there wasn't a single person that wasn't looking at him like he had lost his mind! A teacher saying such things to his students was unheard of in the first place, but the fact that he was saying it to them on the first day of school was even worse! These words were what would shape their outlook for the rest of the year and Scar was systematically breaking down all their fantasies about a nice, enjoyable youth.
There were no rainbows to be seen in their futures.
Scar continued like he hadn't just said something entirely traumatizing to the children.
"So, as the one who would be responsible for ensuring you are properly groomed into the killing machines that you were born to be, I'd like to once more welcome you to Divine Demigod Academy. May our time together be very fruitful. Now, to the scheduling. The first years are divided into two classes. This class, known as A Class, and the other B Class, which is handled by that bit – I mean, by my colleague, Terra. The school authorities were the ones in charge of handling class selection, so don't whine to me about anything. The first-year students, you guys, are going to have academic lectures from Mondays to Wednesdays. Regular things that you need to know in order to survive. History, language, arithmetics, grammar. All that would not be handled by me, so you can look forward to it.
"But from Thursday, your asses are mine. The last two days of the week will be combat assessment and Daemon studies. That is what I will be handling. I am going to give you the perfect rundown on how to tear any daemon you see into pieces and then I am going to beat each and every one of you to the ground so that you will have the skills needed to actually carry out what you have learned. And finally, twice a month on the weekends, say goodbye to your friends and families because you are all going to be spending those two days in the training facility putting everything that you had learned for the past two weeks to the test. Any questions?"
Scar looked around to see if there would be anyone, and he clicked his tongue when he noticed a girl raise her hand from the front row. Scar recognized the girl as Jane Ashton, one of the highest-ranking students in the year with perfect grades, perfect attendance, and an S Rank in her Divine Potential.
The typical perfectionist.
"What is it?"