LIGHTNOVELWORLD Chapter 11: Chapter 11: A New Male
Azrael left the room and quickly made his way to his class.
"Azrael! Wait up," a loud voice called from down the hall just as he was about to walk through the door into the classroom..
"Yes madam CJ! How can I be of any assistance to you today?" Azrael asked.
"Well, there is a new commer, a male for that matter and I was told to ask you take good care of him during his stay here." Madam CJ responded with a bright smile
"Wait! What? How come? I thought no male apart from me is ever allowed to step their foot into this place?" He threw an ocean of questions at madam CJ.
"Ooh my boy, am only following orders given to me, just as every other person in here does, so I would advise you just do as you are told and keep your nose out of businesses that doesn't concern you!" She responded as she left.
"Ooh well you are right madam CJ, but this matter certainly does concern me. I see what mother and the rest are trying to do here, I will surly get to the end of this one! Not giving up without a fight this time," Azrael whispered to himself as he headed to the main entrance where the supposedly new guy was.
"Hi! You must be Azrael right? I've heard so much about you," the new guy said in a cheerful Mannar to Azrael, extending his hand for an handshake.
Azrael took a minute to look at him, disgust visible from his expression as he asked. "And you are supposed to be....?"
"Ooh sorry about that, let me formally introduce myself, I'm...!" Azrael interrupted the boy half way.
"Nobody fucking asked you for a formal introduction young man, I just asked a simple question can you fucking give me a simple answer."
The new guy became a bit afraid from Azrael's attitude, his body starting to shake. "Uhmm! Uhm... Sorry about that, my name is Adam!" He finally gathered the courage to responded.
"Adam very well then, let me make somethings very clear to you here." Azrael added.
"Firstly I don't know why the hell you are here and I don't give two flying fucks to know the reason why. Buy you don't ever mess with me or my business do I make me self clear? Or else, I'm gonna make you regret your miserable birth."
"Fully understand sir! And I promise I never had any intentions of doing such!" Adam responded his voice barely audible.
"Nice, you are a fast learner! I like that, I think we both are gonna end up being great buddies!" Azrael said.
Azrael clapped him on the back, a grin on his face. "No worries, buddy. Come on, let me give you a tour of the entire school. Oh, I forgot, we have a class now. But don't worry, we can have the tour after the class."
Together they hurried to their class. As they entered the room, they found it already occupied by eight other students, making a total of ten, including them. At the front of the class stood the teacher Azrael had seen earlier.
Azreal and Adam quickly found their seats as the teacher began to address the class. "Welcome, all of you. And for those who might not know, my name is Madam CJ, your martial arts teacher, and today we are here to train, very extreme training. "
Madam Cj's presence commanded respect, and the air in the room seemed to shift, charged with anticipation. Adam couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and curiosity about what this training would entail.
The teacher continued, " The inter-academy martial arts tournament is tomorrow, we've trained so much for this day and we can not afford to lose at any cost."
Adam turned to Azrael and asked, "Wait! The tournament is tomorrow? I don't remember anything, what am I going to do."
"That's a big problem, if you don't remember any of the training, or haven't gotten any before coming here, then how will you be able be win the tournament?" Azrael added. "I have an idea, Madam CJ will help."
"you all follow me, we will go to the weapon hall where you will have a chance to choose a weapon that fits you best," Madam Cj annoced.
Immediately, the whole class followed as they all headed to the weapon hall As they stepped through the heavy, ornately carved double doors, the room unfolded before their eyes like a treasure trove of lethal artistry.
The hall is bathed in a soft, ethereal light that emanates from enchanted sconces mounted on stone pillars. The air is thick with the scent of polished wood, oiled leather, and a hint of metal.
The chamber stretches out in a seemingly endless expanse, with high, vaulted ceilings. Rows upon rows of weapons are meticulously displayed on racks, shelves, and weapon stands.
Swords of various shapes and sizes are a prominent feature, their blades honed to a razor's edge, some adorned with precious gemstones set in intricately crafted hilts. Battle axes, their gleaming heads adorned with wickedly curved spikes, hang alongside war hammers with ornate designs etched into their heavy heads.
Bows and quivers filled with fletched arrows line one side of the hall, showcasing the archer's art, guns of all types lined up on one side.
"Wow! This is incredible," Azrael lamented.