"Tch, damn them!" The loud roar of frustration could be heard from none other than Eiron himself, who currently had his eyebrows scrunched up, his hand wrapped into a fist as he, along with a group of close to 100, stared at the ones who stood on the beach, their hands at the back of their heads, with their bags in touch of their feet.
"Tch, Class A brats! How arrogant can they be? Sitting down in front of us, with the bag clearly laid out. Is that how much they disdain us?" Various murmurs not much different from that could be heard, yet none dared to move as if they had all been rendered immobile, encircling the Class A students in some sort of circle.
RUUUSTTTLEEE
Suddenly, the sound of gentle rustling could be heard as Eiron slowly turned his gaze behind him, seeing a familiar face just a few meters from him, and he automatically retreated in shock, crossing a twig behind him and slamming his butt on the ground.