Eager to get revenge

Sensei Josh paced restlessly back and forth in his dimly lit office, his face slick with sweat, his expression a volatile blend of anger and fear. His movements were sharp, jerky, every step brimming with an emotion he barely contained.

"How the hell did that bastard survive?" he muttered under his breath, clenching and unclenching his fists as he continued to pace. "I did everything. I swapped the portal devices, set the path, made sure his group went through that portal. So why isn't he dead?!" He let out a roar of frustration, grabbing the edge of his desk and flipping it over, scattering papers, ink bottles, and pens across the floor in a violent crash.

"That bastard killed my son," he hissed, voice cracking under the weight of his hatred. "I can't stand seeing him breathing, walking around this academy like he's untouchable. I tried everything—I even threw him to the mutants, hoping they'd rip him apart. But somehow… somehow, it didn't work."