Chapter 60：Mental State of New Espers (1/2)
Class 11 A, Heima sat in Jyorta's seat, nervous at the result. She recalled her horrifying experience from the Induction Ceremony, giving her nightmares to this day.
'Jyorta, survive!' Her expression lost; pessimistic thoughts emerged in her head, making her emotions experience turmoil. Similar to her, parents or guardians sat in the seats of their respective ward, their expressions not different from her.
Suddenly, the silent atmosphere turned chaotic as a teacher walked in, the very same lady that led the children out in the morning. She held 31 documents in her hands, her expression strict, ”Once you are done looking through the documents, please return them. Anyone who does so otherwise will be severely punished.”
She emitted psychic energy from her body, lifting 3 sets of the document each time, sending them to the designated individual within a second, repeating the process. In a span of 10 seconds, she had distributed all the documents.
Her hands shivered as Heima held the document, enveloped in a brown cover, sealed by an impression hold button. She opened it with care, afraid to damage it but, even more afraid to peek into it, lest the result turned out different than her wishes.
A stack of papers were pinned, looking similar to an unbound notebook. As she pulled it out, a set of numbers in large green font appeared, displaying the number '71'.
The moment she saw the number, Heima broke out in tears, her expression filled with relief and gratitude. She silently cried, feeling happy.
'He has survived!'
Taking a minute to collect herself, Heima pulled out the entirety of the stack of papers, trying to look into it in detail. Suddenly, she was interrupted as a powerful aura burst out from behind her, seething with rage but also with…disbelief.
The moment the aura appeared, numerous auras erupted one after the other, the parents faced with the death of their children burst out like raging volcanoes, unable to calm their emotions.
Heima and some people faced with the good news either had happy expressions or an expression of relief. A couple of people also flashed a disappointed expression.
Faculty members suddenly entered the classroom, each emitting powerful auras of their own, seeking to intimidate the raging parents and preventing the aura from leaking out into the open, lest it affected the students.
”This is a school, calm your emotions.” A man walked out, his aura masking the auras released by everyone, snuffing them out. Noticing his status as a Shifter, one at the peak of Tier 4 judging by his aura, the crowd calmed down, bottling up their emotions.
”You have 30 minutes to read the document. We will retrieve them after that.” Saying his piece, he walked away, not having any doubts that no one will dare lash out. In the previous clash of auras, he had already determined their strength and mentality and had made a judgement.
He pulled the teacher responsible for the class, asking her with a hushed voice, ”The lady sitting in the 3rd bench on the second row, who is she?”
”Oh, her?” The teacher blinked her eyes, recollecting the information, ”She is Heima Bone, elder sister of Jyorta Bone. Sir, why do you ask?”
”Nothing,” With a shake of his head, the principal walked away, his forehead filled with sweat.
'She didn't even bat an eye at my aura, as if it was trivial. She also looked ready to kill me if I acted; as expected of an Aristocratic family. They are all filled with terrifying individuals.' The principal headed to his office, looking at the final reports submitted on his table.
”The results of this month are even worse as compared to October. If we don't redeem ourselves in December, the academy would lose its position and fall lower. My benefits would also decrease and the students joining will also decrease in quality, creating a vicious cycle. Not everyone will be lucky to get a student like Ravis Macht.” The principal muttered, summoning the teacher in charge of the November batch, their Induction Ceremony scheduled on December 1st.
”The fate of our Academy will depend on the performance of your students. Increase their training session; do whatever you feel will increase their chances of survival. As long as they won't tarnish our reputation, use whatever method you feel plausible.” The principal commanded.
”Yes, sir,” The teacher replied, his gaze resolute. He too knew the importance of upholding the position of their academy. His salary, connections, and the resources accessible to him depended on it.
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A nurse ripped apart the green gown, using a wet towel to wipe his body. She switched between a regular wet towel and the one dipped into a soap solution, alternating between the two as she cleaned Jyorta's body.
Not once did she make any contact, only using her psychic energy to do her tasks. Three psychic arms emerged from her, indicating her strength as a Wave Controller, a Tier 3 Esper.
One psychic arm held a wet cloth while the other held a cloth dipped in a soap solution. The final psychic arm was used to prop Jyorta's body, moving his limbs to clean all the unreachable areas.