A heavy silence settled over the students with everyone lost in deep thoughts.
Shojiro, visibly frustrated, kept his gaze fixed at Hamlyn, “Then what do you think Hamlyn? Are you saying we should search every single beautiful flower on this island?” His tone was sharp and rude.
Hamlyn met Shojiro's glare with equal intensity, both remained silent, staring at each other. Meanwhile every other student was observing the tension between them.
“Hamlyn?” Teacher Sarah calls out calmly, drawing Hamlyn eyes on him. “What do you think we should do then?” She asked.
Hamlyn took a moment before replying “We will search a few Azalea but let's not put all our focus in it,” he suggested, “We should consider a few more flowers which somehow can fit with this clue.”
“How so?” Asked another student, “Every flower is beautiful and rare, we went with the most beautiful one, now what?”
Hamlyn appeared thoughtful while everyone else kept their confused eyes on Hamlyn expecting an answer.