My Soul card is a Reaper

"But, still, isn\'t everyone from grade-10 afraid of him?" The third guy supported Azzy.

The second guy commented, "It\'s just because he is the disciple of principal."

"Nah, that\'s just a rumor." The third guy shook his head. "It\'s because he owns a platinum grade beast."

Upon hearing their argument, Kyle\'s eyes lit up. He didn\'t expect to find an Arcana master with a platinum-grade beast.

Kyle immediately left his seat and walked towards the front.

They wondered whether he wanted to leave or something. However, to their surprise, he turned to the left and then walked towards the desk where only one person was sitting.

They realized where he was going.

"Lark…" A classmate named Lamar, tapped his shoulder while he was busy listening to Ronald\'s explanation about their Academy.

Lark turned his head and the classmate pointed his finger towards their left.

As Lark looked in the direction, he saw Kyle was walking towards Azzy.

"Do something. If he were to talk with Azrael, you know the consequences won\'t be good." Lamar whispered to him.

Roland heard the whisper and glanced at Azzy. He wondered whether this rank-5 student is a bully or something.

Remembering that his friend was obviously strong enough to go against even a peak-rank-5, he didn\'t think too much about it and continued with this explanation of how things run in their academy.

Right then, Lark called him out. "Mr. Ferlet."

Everyone stopped talking and looked at Lark who spoke loudly. Azzy glanced at lark for a fraction of a second before he resumed with his work.

Apologizing to the others, he then said, "If you don\'t mind, can we talk about something."

"Sure… just give me a minute." Kyle nodded and then continued to step towards Azzy and stopped before him while Lark left his seat and hurriedly went towards the both of them.

"Hello, I\'m Kyle Ferlet."

Azzy stopped writing and raised his head, "Azrael."

After mentioning his name, he concentrated on his formula practice, once again, implying that he doesn\'t wish to talk anymore.

Kyle thought Azzy was arrogant but he didn\'t get angry. After all, according to him, owning a platinum-grade beast gives the right to be arrogant.

He asked politely, "I wonder if we can have a friendly spar in the afternoon free time."

Continuing to write, Azzy answered, "You are too weak. You will die within a minute. Better if we don\'t spar."

Kyle\'s smile was frozen. "What did you say?"

Azzy didn\'t respond to him and concentrated on the next question.

*bam*

He slammed the desk before him and growled, "What did you say? Say it again."

All of the cheerfulness he put it on outside was completely gone and was replaced with anger, just from the comment.

Suddenly, the classroom became silent. Everyone stopped talking and turned their heads towards the both of them.

Lark closed his eyes tightly and muttered under his breath, "Damn… I knew this would happen."

Raising his head, Azzy calmly replied, "I don\'t have time to entertain you. Go and play elsewhere."

As Kyle clenched his fist, Lark quickly came to the rescue and grabbed him. "I apologize, Mr. Ferlet. Don\'t mind him. Azrael doesn\'t know how to socialize."

"Kyle…" Followed by Lark\'s apologies, Roland called him while standing up from the seat.

Kyle looked at him.

Roland simply said, "Don\'t cause trouble."

Kyle then turned his head to look at Azzy and found him, no longer paying attention to others.

He snorted, "Don\'t worry. I won\'t shame our academy by making a fuss out of nothing."

As he returned to the seat, the cheerful baldy slapped his shoulder, "cool down, will ya. Not everyone is competitive like you are."

His statement irked him only further but reminding him where he was, Kyle was able to regain his coolness.

Meanwhile, Lark tried to talk out of Azzy. "Azrael, didn\'t you hear Teacher Rubin? What will you do if they complain to the instructor?"

"You are the class representative," Azzy commented without raising his head. "Don\'t you know that this isn\'t a free time that anyone can chat and freely roam as they want… If you can\'t control the classroom, then atleast, make sure there\'s less noise. It\'s disturbing my studies."

Lark was stumped by Azzy\'s reply. He wanted to make a point to him to behave himself so that none of the guests would blame their academy because of him. After all, his neck is also on the line.

But, instead, he got himself lectured by Azzy in return. What could he say about it when Azzy was right…

"Anyway, please try not to offend anyone from these big academies." Lark requested him, and then, returns to his seat before apologizing to Roland and Kyle, once again.

Fifteen minutes later, the bell rang and the first period started with Geography.

Maybe, it\'s because their academy doesn\'t focus much on regular studies or maybe, it\'s because they lack the knowledge. For whatever reason, the three students weren\'t able to follow the teachings and felt the subjects are very hard to follow.

After the class is over, Drake even admitted that their lessons are tough. It made everyone a little bit happy on the inside.

Soon, the morning classes are over and Azzy went back to the dorm to fresh up and then, returned to the building for lunch.

Because of the earlier incident, Gideon decided to stick with Azzy at all times to prevent any further issues.

However, just as they stepped inside the cafeteria, Azzy found it was bustling with noises.

Both of them walked towards the line before the counter.

"Azrael…" Suddenly, a familiar cheerful voice was heard from nearby. Azzy immediately turned towards the left.

There, he saw Claire and her friends sitting together. Right now, Claire\'s face doesn\'t seem good. However, his attention wasn\'t on them but on the girl that was sitting with them and was waving her hands.

His eyes widened in shock and looked at her once again. "Barbara? How?"