The Joker

Cib: Ugh. Fuck. Another boring day. In this peaceful boring school. With a "peaceful" boring professor. What's the point of being in a prestigious magic high school if we can't even use magic freely.

Grey: Uhm... It's so that "peaceful" students like us be protected from sadistic students like you...

**Both Staring At Each Other**

Cib: I'm being rhetorical. It's a joke...what the— (want to punch Grey so badly)

Grey: No, you are not. You're the joke tho... (smirks evilly)

**Both Stare Intensifies**

Cib: Anyways...how's your preparation for the upcoming practical exam? Your opponent should be easy... *It's you, what could possibly go wrong*

**Footsteps From Hallway**

Grey: I know but—

**Door Opens**

Professor Walrus: Okay. Class, take your seat.

(Whispering) Grey: —But I heard he's from one of those Family of champions...we never know.

(Whispering) Cib: Humble bastard...

**Opens Book**

Walrus: Today's lesson is about history. 'The Continental War.'

**Student Raises Hand While Yawning**

Veros: We already know that, professor Walrus. It is well known after all. Who wouldn't know about the great "Magic Stealer." Can't we just take—

Walrus: Okay...

Veros: —a break?

Veros: Yes! Thank yo—

Walrus: Okay, you go narrate the story :DD

**Class Burst Into Laughter**

Veros: ...

Walrus: I'll give you additional individual points, don't worry.

**Veros Inhales**

**Exhale**

**Smirk**

**Veros Started Narrating** ...

"Over a thousand years ago, a war between 5 continents of the World broke out. Humans of the North, the instigator of war; Sirens from the South; Elves from the East and West. They have each summoned their champions. But with each continent's military prowess being equal. The war won't end. So, the North has thought of committing the taboo. They summoned the Angel of Death. Azrael. At the expense of a million lives, Azrael turned the tables of war upside down. The elves were on the verge of annihilation, and the sirens have gone back under the sea."

**A Girl Knocks on The Table**

Mila: Dude. You forgot the fifth continent... (in poker face)

Veros: Uhm... I was just about to tell...? (wtf)

Mila: :D

Professor Walrus: Please continue...

**Veros Continue to Narrate**

"Only 1 continent remains. Opposing the North. The floating continent. Magia. A continent loved by magic. With its impenetrable defense, even Azrael can't break it. They were in a stalemate. But the magic council governing Magia knew they were on the losing end. They can't do anything besides hiding behind the magic barrier and waiting for a miracle. Also. They fear the North might sacrifice another million lives to summon an Angel of death again..."

**Chattering Sounds**

(Whispering to Mila) Gaia: Here it comes...

Veros: Ehem...

**Clears Throat**

*Narrates Again**

"A decade has passed, and it's as what the magic council has feared. Another Angel has been summoned. Azazel. Along with its army of Nephilims, they shattered the barrier as if it were just a mirror. Now, Magia is on its last stand. Dead bodies everywhere. Buildings are falling while burning. The sky's so dark because of the smoke. Magic fireballs and lightning were being cast nonstop upon the Northern army. Their soldiers' shattered bodies are flying all over the place. But they have the numbers. And 2 angels of destruction. Azazel and Azrael. They reciprocate by casting countless projectiles of light, destroying everything in their path. The war is seemingly ending in favor of the North. Until. A loud screech similar to an infant crying was heard. It was so unbearable for both sides that they ceased their fighting momentarily to cover their ears until it was gone. Everyone was clueless. But they know it came from the North's rear side. They all turned their heads toward the direction of the sound and were shocked. Azrael is dead. His chest was pierced with a big projectile of light similar to the spell he was casting. He was full of holes and almost unrecognizable. And in front of the dead Angel. There was a boy. Floating and emanating immense light. His hands are in the air, preparing to cast the unthinkable. He showers the projectile of light upon their enemies that only an Angel of destruction should be able to use. With that, the tides were turned in an instant. Azazel who witnessed everything from a distance feared his demise and ran with its tail between his legs, abandoning his army of Nephilims. Magia's army was still confused. But still, they cheered nonstop after realizing that their days were yet to end. The boy who saved the day was later identified as 'Zed Runebreaker.' A commoner with a unique magic that steals someone else's. He was just an unknown commoner with unknown magic studying at Magia Central Academy until that day. The day he embarked his name in the annals of history. 'The Magic Stealer.' Fur—"

Walrus: Woow, you are very good at narrating. I'm impressed. (proud sensei here).

**Whole Class Agreed**

Veros: T-thank you... (blushing but frustrated because he was interrupted again)

Veros: Anyways...

Walrus: Oww, there's more??

Veros: Yes :DD

**Class Laughs**

Walrus: I'm just kidding. Please continue. haha...

**Veros Sighs**

**Proceeds in Narrating**

"Furthermore, everything was settled and became peaceful following that event. The North's imperialism was demolished, and everyone involved in instigating the war was either executed or apprehended. The Five Continents then made a pact to never raise war against each other. And to fortify that. They made the Magia and its Magia Central Academy as its center. The 12 Zodiac Council has been established in Magia. And every year, each continent would send qualified students to be nurtured in Magia Central Academy to eliminate divisiveness among the future generation."

Veros: ...

**Whole Class Claps**

** A Boy Whistled Loud AF**

**An Eraser Flew in The Direction of The Boy Who Whistled**

**He Used a Barrier to Block It**

**Professor Clicks Tongue**

**Class Was in Silence**

Cib: Whistle Boy, you know it's forbidden to use magic without permission? Right? HAHA (laughing his ass out)

**Professor Sighs**

Whistle Boy: Shit... (nervous af)

Prof. Walrus: To the principal's office. Zeph (Whistle Boy).

**Whole Class Rolling on Floor Laughing**

**Cib can't find his ass...**