Trap cards
Nero got out of the car, leaving his melancholy behind. Did it make his emotions cheap that all it took for his mood to improve was a slab of wood? But then again, wood was the most expensive material around. It wasn't exactly cheap.
Nero had to keep himself from smiling as he walked to his school. It wouldn't be appropriate to be caught grinning right after he learned they were at war. In his defence, how cool was the wooden plaque?
But Nero controlled himself and quickly made his way to school. Unfortunately, he had no time to waste, or to stop by class and show everyone.
School was, well, school. There were countless kids crammed in classes, with a few of them roaming the halls. He was not sure how exactly, but he was certain that school would also undergo some changes. Combat classes might become a bigger part of it, or emergency drills.