The Slayers
Chapter 147 (Season 4)

The classroom was suddenly silent, all due to a single hand department that was originally intended to get acquainted and familiarize themselves with others. Now, both people are in a condition that ... arguably strange, and suddenly.

"Sir Alan, your eyes are bleeding!"

"Huh?"

Alan was initially in disbelief, but he did feel the fluid flowing from the eyes down to the cheeks. Alan rubbed his cheek hurriedly, it turned out to be true, there was blood on all five of his fingers.

'Damn it, what really happened?'

Alan starts to think that there's something wrong with Johan. First, of course, the strangest is the sensation of shock that exists when shaking hands. It was not just ignorant, it was something that neither side had ever expected. If it was just a prank, then Johan wouldn't have bounced around.

The second, Alan faintly saw a figure that looked like an angel. Alan thought, was that a hallucination because of the stun earlier? He doesn't know. Third, he heard Jaldabaoth's voice suddenly. He thought it was part of a hallucination, but suddenly his body moved on its own, like it was being controlled by something. Alan thought it might be Jaldabaoth. Finally, Alan and Johan said the same words at the same time. Both of them suddenly realized and the same blood came out of different places; Alan in the eyes while Johan in the nose.

Alan started to think, maybe Johan had something in him, just like him. Something special, and judging from Jaldabaoth's tone, which was vaguely hateful, it seemed to have something to do with Alan's body.

'Angels against Devils, huh?'

Alan came to mind, would he be entangled with the war between angels and demons? If he did, his life would never be the same again.

Alan finally decided to put all that aside. Alan wants to be in the Academy for education and revenge, instead of being entangled in disputes between extraterrestrials.

Alan cleaned all the blood on his cheek and walked over to Johan. This time, he extended his hand while asking, "are you okay?"

"I'm .. I'm fine." Johan hesitantly accepted Alan's hand. The entire class instantly drifted away, but there were those preparing to catch the two if they were to crash simultaneously.

When the two hands meet .. nothing happens. Everyone in the class was relieved. Fortunately nothing happened.

As nothing happened, Alan and Johan shook hands while swinging their hands up and down. They also did not forget to be accompanied by an awkward smile.

'It's 'awkward, serious.' Think of the two simultaneously.

That awkward atmosphere was certainly also felt by the other disciples. Fortunately, the awkward condition broke because Mr. Arton suddenly entered.

"Hmm?"

However, when looking at the blood marks on Johan's nose and on both sides of Alan's cheeks. Mr. Arton thought, are these two kids fighting? But there were no marks of blows on either side's body parts. It could be, they were both healed by Ecak who was a healer and then reconciled. One more thing, maybe they used magic to hurt each other. Thinking that, Mr. Arton smiled faintly.

Indeed it was a thin smile, but the students could see the difference clearly. They all go to disbelief. It's the first time they've seen Mr. Arton smile. Indeed Mr. Arton once smiled, but even then when he saw the students tortured.

But this time it's different, they're not being tormented, there's just a scene. Indeed Mr. Arton, before going out, said that it could gelud there. Mr. Arton who thought his student's son was at odds with the new student liked that.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Sit there before*******you're boating."

All the children sat back in their own places. Everyone focused on the lesson inevitably.

'This is my first lesson!'

Alan became very excited as this became his first lesson. This was what he had been waiting for while he was still hallucinating about Academy life. Now, everything has materialized.

'What class will I get? Class fight? Alchemist Class? Which processing class?'

"Alright, boys, try to answer this one question!"

Mr. Arton started writing a formula with chalk on the board. That formula is a physics formula.

'Well, didn't you learn to fight?'

Alan wanted to protest, but he shouldn't as a new kid protest, so he held back.

"Well, you have to answer."

That physics formula makes everyone confused, of course. Alan can answer that, but he's waiting for the others.

"Which can answer, can skip the lesson of fighting."

'....NICE!'