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To be honest though, there's really no need for him or anyone to remind her of her weakness since Xena herself had first hand experience with her weakness when the Princess of Fern accidentally dragged her diamond bracelet on Xena's arm and instead of leaving a paper cut scratch mark, the diamond easily penetrated into her skin and drew a nasty gash across her arm. Xena tried pushing it away the moment she felt it pricked her skin but her fingers went completely limp when in contact with the bracelet.

Ever since then, Xena took her weakness very seriously and never step within the perimeter of the shinny mineral. Frankly, her weakness kinda made sense since diamonds are the strongest mineral on Earth. She just hope no scumbag uses diamond weapons in the battlefield or else she'll be deader than deader.

Xena let out the sigh she held back earlier as she walked to the bench and downed a bottle of water to soothe her burning body. She was about to slip her shirt back on and join the others for lunch but her eyes trailed to the bokken on the ground. She contemplated for awhile before she put her things away and went back to the field, picked up the bokken and resumed her training.

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"When combined with the yield amount of potassium....", the teacher's voice breezed pass his ears as he stared at the scribbled whiteboard with his face resting on his palm. Sure, chemistry is fun and all but he just couldn't find the interest in sitting in class for hours so he started spacing out. He really wished he could grow up quicker and get out of this schooling life and take over his father throne as soon as possible because his power is itching to burst out.

He took a quick glance at the clock and groaned when he realized it had only moved by an inch. How he wished he obtain the Time Power so he could fast forward the class to break time. Speaking of Time Power, he lifted his head up to scan around the room and found many peers boringly resting their heads on the table like him.

Then, his lips tugged into a sly smirk when an idea lit his mind up. He quietly crumbled a piece of paper under the table while his hands were still on the table with his fingers curling into his palms like the motion of fisting. He looked over at one of his peers whom they nicknamed the class clown and flicked his fingers, making the crumbled paper flew across the room and hit the back of his target's head.

The sly boy quickly averted his gaze back to the white board as if he didn't just start a war. The class-clown-boy sprung up from his seat and whipped his head around to catch the culprit but annoyed when no one was giving his any response. "Hey! Who threw this at me!", the boy shouted with his squeaky teenage voice. "Jungkook, do not disturb my-", before the teacher could scold Jungkook, another crumble paper hit another boy across the room, making him jumped out of his seat as well. "Yah Jungkook! What the hack?! I wasn't the one who threw at you, shit ass!".

"STUDENTS! LANGUA-", the teacher was cut off when stationaries started flying across the classroom. Soon, all of the students joined the stationary-throwing-fight while the teacher screamed at them but no one listened. To be honest though, she should just chill and let them battle considering the class she was teaching didn't have the best reputation. As you can see. Education here was different and age doesn't matter much when it comes to schooling due to the phenomenon of power, meaning there'll be behaviors ranging from age 12-17 in one single class and dang it can be chaotic when you shove all the troublesome ones in one class.

While his peers fought, he stayed under the table with his motioning fingers as he controls the objects and sent them flying at some random student while he evilly snickered. It wasn't long before a boulder crashed through the wall of the classroom and shattered into pieces before being thrown at students. "OH MY CRISIS! JEON JUNGKOOK NO POWER IN THE- AHHH", the teacher ducked under the table when a rock flew her way.