The words weren't shouted.
They weren't dramatic.
They were simple. Honest.
And the effect was immediate.
BOOM.
The entire classroom exploded.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
"IT IS HIM!!!"
"THE SWORD IMMORTAL!!!"
"I KNEW IT! I TOLD YOU ALL! I CALLED IT!"
"WE'RE IN THE SAME CLASS AS HIM!!!"
"OH MY GODDDD I'M GONNA DIE!!!"
"TAKE MY MONEY! TAKE MY FAMILY! JUST SAY HI TO ME!!!"
"I'LL NEVER SKIP CLASS AGAIN! NEVER!!!"
"THIS CLASS IS BLESSED! BLESSED!!!"
"I'M GOING TO NAME MY FUTURE SON, ELIUS THE SWORD IMMORTAL!"
"AND MY DAUGHTER SWORDY!"
Even the teacher's desk began to shake slightly from the sheer force of energy and noise bouncing across the walls.
People were hugging.
Crying.
A girl dropped to her knees, clasped her hands, and began praying aloud.
"Thank you, god of sword, thank you for letting me breathe the same air as you…"
