242 Fish Slap

Five of over a dozen doors had swung open, all at the same time Cerlius's peers had opened theirs. Five instructors strolled past the long rows of white stone benches and tables to the open wall, then kept walking.

The instructors sat down on invisible benches, appearing to be floating in the air. One of them pulled out a device Cerlius had never seen before, one with a hollow, metal barrel that had a trigger and a handle at the base. They all eyed it with great interest, passing it around for each to hold it.

The dozens of students pressed forward. A crowd of gray robes flooded in, Cerlius and his class among them. Most if not all of the robed individuals were younger than Cerlius but his attention was on mimicking the rest, so he sat and waited.