At the intermediate academy, there were around a hundred students within each grade, totaling up to a rough figure of seven to eight hundred students in all. Compared with the intermediate academy, the group at the advanced academy was significantly smaller as there were close to two hundred students. Students in the advanced academy were divided into three grades. It was thus an arduous task to get into the advanced academy that only had a small succession rate of 20% of students coming from the Intermediate Academy.
Zike Sea Academy's President was a senior who looked to be about sixty years old. He had a medium build and didn't look that exceptional. He gave off a bookish atmosphere with his head full of white hair and pair of eyeglasses.
"Welcome to the academy, students. Every single year at this time, I feel a bit sad that students from the intermediate and advanced divisions have graduated, and have left us. However, some of the intermediate students will enter the advanced academy in addition to our new students."
"As I see it, academies are like the blood of society. It receives individuals into the academy and later delivers them into society. In the near future, I hope all of you can..."
The President was very eloquent in his speech. In fact, he didn't even have a script to read off of. He spoke excellently for a full hour before he brought his speech to a close.
The pinnacle of the opening ceremony proceeded right after the President's speech – class assignment.
Students who did not need a class assigned to them were slowly making their way out from the crowded plaza. Fresh faces from the advanced academy left towards their academy for their own class assignment. What was left within the plaza were the new students of the intermediate academy.
"We will proceed with the class assignment. It is known that within Zike Sea Academy, the smaller the class number, the more prestigious class. Though that is a fact, we too hope for exceptions where students from the last class will work harder and perform better. We have a total of one hundred and eight new students today, divided up into five classes. The students whom I will call up next are in class one…"
"Class five, Noah Gray, Elijah Greenwood, Akash Beaufort, Sebastian Lee..." Vice Dean William called out at this moment Akash understood the meaning of the worst class he notice the other students they wee in the back of the line while the other student were excited some looked like they were going to die.
But for class five none of them looked excited it was if their spirit was pulled out of their bodies knowing that they don't have talent already sucked for them.
"Class teachers, please direct your students to their classes and help them familiarize themselves within the academy."
At that moment all the teachers walked to their classroom. The last teacher that walked up the aura that came out of his body was frightening.
This teacher, however, stood at a staggering height of over 1.9 meters along with a pair of lanky arms and a thin waist. White trousers accentuated his long legs. Though he looked thin, the combination of that along with his brightly lit eyes, well-set nose, and thin lips gave off an image of height and intelligence. The mass of hair was swept to the back of his head. A random current of wind caught on his lake-blue tresses and rested them on his waistline, affirming the length of his hair.
His pupils were of a smoky deep blue and the color matched well with his blue hair, giving off a strange temperament. His face was expressionless, his gaze icy.
"You lot follow now," the voice said coldly to his class five said and he turn around with a care in the world and the students followed.
"His so handsome," someone whispered.
When they entered class five it wasn't a bad class but other classrooms were much nicer then this one. At this moment Akash looked around and Noah tapped his shoulder.
"Guess I heard remember about our teacher his known as the Murderous Blood Ice King."
"What kind of nickname is that?"
"Rumors has it, when he is angry his eyes turn red."
"Wow his that scary huh who cares."
"Well I care don't want to die today," Noah snapped at Sebastian who rolled his eyes and he huffed out.
"I don't think that will happen."
All the students sat down and the teacher tapped his finger and snapped his finger as a screen appeared in front of him.
"Forget what the headmaster just told you, in my eyes you guys are trash but I can turn you all into something other then trash," the teacher said coldly.
"See his so mean."
"Now Noah what did you just call me."
"Teacher."
"No before that..."
"Huh...."
"His talking about Murderous Blood Ice King."
"That's right remember that nickname I won't be your friend if I see that you aren't worthy my time I will kick you out of this class and school so do work hard now you will introduce yourselves, tell us about yourself, goal, martial spirit, warrior spirit, my name is Kamerson Rosette, now go."
"Noah Gray, martial spirit Titian Ape, warrior spirit Thunder Titian Ape, my goal is to become a strong battle warrior, soul power 11," Noah said.
"Elijah Greenwood, marital spirit mirror, warrior spirit water spirit, goal is to become front line fighter, soul power 11."
"My name is Akash Beaufort, martial spirit Lyu Grass, warrior spirit, level 1 tiger fox, soul power 12, as for my goal actually I haven't thought about it."
"That's a trash spirit, no wonder you have no aspirations." A comment escaped from the mass of students seated within the classroom.
Sou! A piece chalk flew precisely into the mouth of said student, like a guided missile being aimed at its target.
"Ou!" The chalk had some spiraling force as it went into the throat of the student. He started retching immediately.
"There are no trash martial soul in this world. Rather, there are only trash people. Consider your own morals first before calling others trash. If you aren't a piece of trash yourself, would you have landed in class five?"