19 (That Class...)

The professor's name was Tate, who had a really bad habit of killing names purposefully. Somehow, he was able to even butcher the name, Bob. (Don't even ask how.) Aside from that horrible habit, he had good morals and was outstanding as a teacher.

The only reason that Tate was the teacher for class Z was that of his cultivation. He was only at the spirit stage in cultivation. All of his teachings were original, and not found anywhere in the textbooks, unlike basically every other teacher.

A week had passed.

"So class, the tournament is coming up... We need three volunteers to undertake extra training from now until next week. You will naturally be participating in the tournament." Announced the professor at the beginning of class...

"Yo, 'fess! Sign me up!" Cried Jero.

"Well, Jero," said Tate awkwardly, "I was actually going to have a small tournament for people who want to participate..." He was in a bit of a conundrum. (Not really, but he felt like it was.)

"No problem boss! I'll participate in this mini-tournament!" replied Jero, a bit understanding.

"Anyone else?" Tate asked, "The tournament allows all attacks and such, as it is to represent an actual battlefield." After saying this, everyone other than three kids signed up. Those three kids were basically nerds, and only cared about theory.

"Alright, first we'll do a royale... Ten survivors... Go!" Cried Tate, confusing those who weren't ready.

Jero struck, like a typhoon, he whizzed around. He took out the weaker ones, saving the strongest ten for the finals.

"Ehh..." Tate was dumbstruck, eyes bulging.

"Alright, what now teach?" Jero asked nonchalantly, "Let me guess a tournament for the top three?" He guessed, "Teach, just put me on the team. Otherwise, I'll offset the tournament... You can see my qualifications."

"Okay..." Agreed Tate, "Everyone else, find a partner, and go at it." Although it was unconventional, it worked. Now that Jero was chosen, he got permission to head out. His real teacher said to meet him at the entrance.

"Alright, kid, you're here. So I've heard that you are doing well. Thus, I am going to leave everything to you." That familiar voice said, "Here you go, my power is now yours. That promise you made to 'her' is moot. However, to make use of my full power, you will have to comprehend it."

"Wha-" Before Jero could say anything, his master's hand was on the hood of his cloak. A blinding light waved throughout the area. It wobbled, the space surrounding ripped into wobbling holes.

'Wub' 'Wubba'

A plethora of information raided Jero's head.

"What, wobbles? King of - 'Hrrg' -" A pain wracked his body, however painful it was, it still had a wobble to it. The wobbles were soothing, causing him to fall asleep.

No one knew where he was. As space was protected by a small barrier.

"Know this, protect this world." Master's voice rang out, "That is my final wish."