It's normal

Creston knew there was something Mr Fedrick was hiding. He had the ability to see through a person's doul and know their deepest, darkest secrets, he just doesn't know how to use it properly. But now he knows he's a demon, he consciously used–tried his ability on Mr Fedrick.

"Creston, do you know why Mr Fedrick acted like that?"

Creston knew exactly why he was acting like that but he wasn't some bigmouth that'll share people's secrets just like that so he said, "Yes, I think he's just a man of theory so he doesn't believe in anything out of the ordinary. It's normal."

"..."

Later.

"Good afternoon, class. I'm here to clear your confusion."

It was a man, average height, around his mid thirties.

"Now, I'm sure you were all present in the assembly hall. Some of you may be wondering why the government has chosen to train young ones like you, how your training would be, where you would go next... and all that, fear not, I'm here to clear your confusion by explaining further"

No one said anything, class A had always been good listeners and quick learners.

"Okay. First, the demons are coming to capture us, you know, demons aren't necessarily monsters, they aren't beasts but they're "demons". Shape–shifting, mind–bending, Godforsaken angels—fallen angels. They're super good looking, cold hearted and strong, their hair is as black as night, some have black eyes, some have red. Now, the government are also recuiting more people to the military but you should understand that were not fighting a civil war against another country of humans, but demons, beings that are out of this realm, fallen angels, so yeah, we have to top up our game and train youngsters like you."

"You guys shouldn't be too young, you should be around 12–14 years of age. You would be training in tiers, to level up just one tier takes a long time, especially for beginners like you–"

"how long on average?" Creston cut in. The man didn't answer Immediately, first he looked at Creston's red eyes and squinted his eyes for a closer look. It all took two seconds before he finally answered. "it'll take about a year for you beginners to get to tier 1. 9 months at least."

The class gasped.

"how long was this going to take?" they thought within themselves.

As if he read their minds, he asked, "what? you scared? Time that was once your best friend will be your worst enemy and just like that..." the man snapped his fingers "... you'll be as old as me." He then laughed." Back to businesses!" He became very serious and now had a familiar blank expression on his face. He continued, "Now, we all believe that you young ones have in–built abilities to fight those demons, say... something similar to–"you have a bright future. It's in you!" stuff like that. During or after your training, you would know which special or ordinary ability you have and you will cultivate it– or we adults would nurture you to become a better you.

After the training, the people qualified will be promoted to the National School for Demon Exorcists where you would be sent out on missions to save humanity. Cool, huh?"

Nobody said anything. Creston just kept his head down and played with his pen. Nobody seemed to care about the man.

"wait, how dowe ordinary humans have abilities?" Darbie asked.

It was a good question.

"Long ago when humans were still slaves to the demons, it was a human that fought for our freedom. So, researchers believe that some humans have abilities in them, if not, how could that human, Zainor, long ago have won against a demon if he didn't have abilities?"

The man answered.

"What kind of abilities? Please explain more."

Sigh~

The man was getting tired of answering questions. Yes he was supposed to clear their confusion but nobody in this world liked being questioned over and over again.

"Speed, telepathy, strength, swordsmanship, night vision, mind manipulation, martial arts and so on".

The entire class, save Creston and Levi, were shocked.

When the man mentioned "martial arts" the corner of Levi's lips raised, because that was his forte. As for Creston, he knew as a demon, he was supposed to possess all the attributes and even more but he had only unlocked or discovered his strength and telepathy.

The man felt he had explained everything he needed to. He wanted to leave this hellhole called a classroom as soon as possible. He never liked children, he did his best to talk to them and tolerate them just now, he didn't want to do it any longer.

"okay, I think that's all" just as he was about to leave and breath air free from preteen body odour, he was stopped by a calm voice.

"wait Mr..."

"Maxwell Ohi"

"When will our trainings begin?" Creston asked.

"Tomorrow, on the field, 9am sharp." Mr Max answered.