'Huh?' Klaus looked at the green-haired boy, then at Jyrana, then at the teacher.
"Well, you can go first then, Pollo," many of the students chuckled for some reason as soon as Aurelion said that.
'Are they making fun of him or something?'
Jyrana leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "He is the son of a minor noble…he just always acts out, ignore him—"
"Alright, we can spar first," Klaus, completely ignoring Jyrana's advice, stepped forward and pulled up his sleeves like he was getting ready for a fight.
"You must have lost your mind, huh?" Pollo took his sword out; it was a long blade, much longer than anything Klaus had seen before; it was probably longer than a katana.
However, before he could instantly launch forward, Aurelion stopped him and waved his hand, "the rest of the students take a seat in the spectator area." Instantly, the students started taking seats after walking up without a complaint; some even started betting; however, Aurelion shut it down instantly.
