What Master Wants

Long hair, short hair, bright smiles, contrasting expressions, focused expressions, before Seth stood a group of really young people, all dressed in a get-up of white and blue tracksuits. Though his dressing wasn't much better, considering his appearance, upon seeing the damn teens before him, Seth's mouth twitched.

"You brought my students?" Seth asked, his voice low and carrying over to Leah with his soul sense.

"You mean my students. You lost the right to call them that after suddenly upping and disappearing." Leah replied, speaking to Seth with her soulsense.

Hearing the woman's words, Seth shrugged his shoulders. Whether or not he could call the bunch of stupid kids his students didn't concern him, and he had simply called them that out of habit, besides, none of the ones that interested him were present

"Well, you can tell them to go rest. I'll handle the competition like I promised."