Chapter 10: Class 1-Beta

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After Aevum, the ranked 1 Pillar, impliedly challenged all the pros including the students,  everyone seemed to be more motivated than before and being fired-up in the case of Class 1-Alpha was sitting in a bus listening to the two faculties in front of them. Manifesto held out a paper and started. "Estudiantes, since this is going to be a school activity outside the university, there are specific rules and protocols that the school has established that needs to be strictly followed. I will be handing each one this list of guidelines while your adviser announces something relevant to this activity."

Chameleon cleared his throat, a sluggish deep voice emanated from his mouth. "The event that we have just witnessed is something that we could find some inspiration from. All of the registered heroes have assigned a name on their own vis, and I want you to name yours too. Designation of a vis name makes the holder and the vis, itself, unique and identifiable."

Beatrix raised her hand and the adviser stopped, a gaze directing towards the blue-haired student. "Chameleon, how about our hero names? Do we think of one, too?"

The students inaudibly released a hopeless sigh while some rolled their eyes to their classmate's questions. "Ms. Beatrix, I bet you have failed to give the right answer on item 200 of your written admission exam?" Chameleon breathed rapidly as he tried to control his skin-flaring while the student looked like she was trying to recall what was in their exam as it was already a few weeks past.

"I can't recall that one." With her answer, chameleon's ears started to turn red. The other faculty, seeing what was unfolding, interrupted him.

"Señora Beatrix, assigning your hero name is usually done after passing your provincial licensure exam." Manifesto informed while he tapped the back of his co-faculty.

"Oh." She just said. "I didn't know about that."

The class began to exhale what they have been keeping for a while and Toniteus rained on her parade. "When you shapeshift to an animal, does that include your brain, too?"

"What do you mean?" Beatrix cluelessly replied to the blond guy with another question.

"Because I think when you return to your human form, it never came back with you."

Before everything went south, Dew, the blond's seatmate asked. "Oy Toniteus, my phone battery's dead. Can you charge it?" He held out his phone charger and his phone plugged in it.

The spiky-haired student now turned his attention to his side, "What do you think of me, a freaking plug?!" He yelled ravenously while he subconsciously released mini sparks from his body as his face started to turn red.

Visible yellowish static then found its way to Dew's plug, and his phone opened then a sound of 'charging' sound wooshed out. "Thanks, mate."

Everyone started to laugh at both the blond's stoic delivery of a joke and his seatmate's tiny comical play. The blue-haired student formed a pouted face while Toniteus annoyingly shouted everyone to stop. Nobody listened to him until their adviser did it.

"Shut up!!!" Chameleon hollered, making his wide lips opened to its biggest, red and orange stripes flared around him.

"Please stay cal——"

"Shut up!!!" The adviser said again, now to the other teacher that was trying to calm him down. Manifesto was slightly astonished from the anger directed to him, while the other was surprised that he lost control. He adjusted his composure and faked a cough. "I apologize for my manner, Mr. Manifesto."

"No worries, Señor." The blue-bearded teacher responded, wholly.

"Back to the topic. I need your vis' name by tomorrow. I'm supposed to have it by last week but I got sidetracked a little and forgot to collect it from you. Hahaha." He chortled and most of the students rolled their eyes. All of the teachers were given a lesson plan but the university has given them freedom on how to do their classes as long as it's relevant to their subject. However, their adviser seemed to overdo this privilege as the class found his classes were random and without continuity. Nonetheless; they still adore their impatient, sluggish, and inconceivable adviser.

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