BlackCrown 19 : The First Year I Pt. 19

It was the start of a new week which meant that many first-year students now felt more comfortable at their new home. Cliques in each cla.s.sroom were being made, and it was easy to spot a few of the loners.

Now that all the new students settled in, it was now the time for cla.s.ses to select the cla.s.s president and vice president.

There were around ten different cla.s.ses for each division, each cla.s.s having two leaders. Giving a total of sixty students who were put in a leaders.h.i.+p position.

These sixty students would then be broken down once again at a later date to determine the representatives for that year.

In the minds of many first-year students, they already knew who their representatives would be. The freshman four royals. News spread fast as three of the royals were known throughout the freshman community. But there was a mystery as to who the fourth royal was.

People always wanted to draw attention to themselves to feel proud, to gain popularity, or for another reason. With no one claiming the last position many students claimed they were the last royal. The cla.s.s clown, a famous delinquent, a top talent.

On the school's internet board, this was a highly viewed and talked about topic. Everyone had their a.s.sumptions as to who the last royal was, but the people who truly knew were not many.

The support division had Matthew as a royal. It caused many the chance to look at the support division in a new light.

Matthew's fame also spread across the freshman community like a wildfire. Along with his charming appearance, many female students took a fancy to him. It should also be known that his might in the arena drew the attention of even the uppercla.s.smen. Besides being recognized as a freshman royal he gained a new t.i.tle. Being dubbed the 'Arena Prince.' So far he has only lost two matches since joining the club.

With him leading the charge the support division was bound to be successful this year and the coming years.

Scarlet was apart of the offensive division. Her childish face matched well with her small body, but she had a hot temper. Males loved her sa.s.siness, and most of the females adored her. With her whip and her firey fighting style, she was a hot topic.

If you asked anyone who could be the perfect match for her, many would say Arthur.

Also being from the offensive division in the hearts of all the freshman there, he was their leader. His smile could melt the hearts of any female he came across. His elegant but powerful fighting style was unique in its own way.

He was the only freshman to join the student council. The student council which overlooked the future development of the students! His status among his peers rose dramatically, and even the professors claimed he had the best potential they've ever seen for a male.

From looks to power to status, he seemed to have it all. They no longer looked at him the same; he was someone they looked up to. He was not merely Arthur anymore; he was 'King' Arthur!

With both of these divisions having at least one of the freshman royals it left many suspecting the defensive division had one as well. This was a natural a.s.sumption, but if they knew the truth, they would be gravely mistaken.

Darius was standing in front of the cla.s.sroom; he would not give them a lecture. Today he was not planning on teaching them anything at all. That was because today was the day they would gain their cla.s.sroom's representatives.

The cla.s.sroom was quite noisy today, as friends met up once again to talk about their weekend and other subjects teens talked about. Although it was a Monday no one seemed tired.

In ordinary schools, kids would complain about coming to school on a Monday, and you would see many of them yawning throughout the day or sleeping. That was not the case here.

Darius clapped his hands together causing a vibration to spread across the cla.s.sroom. The students stopped what they were doing and focused on him.

Maybe it was due to the fact that they had a bit more freedom with Darius, but he was a well-liked teacher. He explained things clearly, and if you did not understand he would use real-world examples if he could.

That and his lectures did not last all day long; he taught them something for an hour or two then he gave them time to put what he taught to use.

Unlike the others in the same year as them who had to sit through six hours of constant talking, they were lucky.

"Today is the day we'll choose a cla.s.s president and a vice president. These two will represent our cla.s.s in any future meetings as well as be my aid if I need help with anything.

I have not been in a normal high school in a long time, so I'm not really familiar with how they would pick their representatives. Here, however, it is the two strongest students.

These two students will also the responsibility of directing their cla.s.smates if needed. If any problems occur in the cla.s.sroom or with one of our students, you can contact one of them."

From the looks on the students faces Darius could tell that many of them did not want to become the president or the vice president. Every year a similar situation would happen which would make the students perform lower.

This year things would be different, the chairman was going all out for this year's new students as he prepared a special gift for the representatives.

"Because of the burden of representing the cla.s.s, the chairman has allowed each cla.s.s representative the use of the essence pool. On the first of every month, they are allowed to use the pool for three hours."

"Darius, what is an essence pool?"

The name sounded interesting so one of the male students could not help but ask.

"Just as the name implies, it is a pool made of essence. Because the essence is highly concentrated, it actually made a liquid form. If a person soaks in the pool for one hour, it would be like training for three days. Any person looking to make an advancement should take this opportunity and run with it."

Instantly the looks on the students faces changed. Who didn't want an increase in power? Three hours in that essence pool would be like nine days of constant training! This was a cheat they were willing to use.

The burning pa.s.sion in all of their eyes increased, they were not willing to pa.s.s up this chance.

Seeing the faces of his students, Darius couldn't help but feel a bit of joy. He always likes a nice friendly compet.i.tion as it could help stimulate growth. Those other professors in the support division always bragged about their students.

Since Darius was the youngest professor as well as the newest, the others always looked down on him. Coming into the support division, Darius did not have much hope as even he knew how hard it was being a support user. They had a wide variety of skills, but the actual use of those skills could only be used in certain professions.

He would have been delighted to have one decent student like the other support professors. However, he had six of them!

It was not that he was discriminating against his other students, it was just that they could be compared to the average EXO support user. Their growth rate was slow, their talent could be considered average, and they put in just enough work to get by.

Inside their heads, they already knew the limitations a support user had, as well as their own strengths. A large majority of them would not be able to compete with anyone from the other divisions. The looks on their faces and the determination in their eyes told Darius that they really wanted to try harder. For once he was ecstatic to see what his students would be able to do.

Although he enjoyed all his student's charming personalities, for this freshman compet.i.tion that was coming up, Darius placed all his hope on six of them.

"Alright follow me, we are going to the practice field. Weapons are allowed, and if you do not have your own, there are ones you can use on the field."