Disbanding

As Kepyun and Sakar made their way across the campus in search of breakfast, they encountered Olga standing in front of what appeared to be the refectory. Recognizing a familiar face and ever incapable of curbing his instinctive comments, Sakar greeted her in his typical, unfiltered manner: "Good morning sexy legs."

Both Kepyun and Olga were momentarily stunned by the remark. Olga's expression quickly shifted to one of disapproval.

"Did you just call me 'sexy legs'?" she asked, her voice tight with irritation.

"Did I? Sorry, didn't realize," Sakar replied, attempting a casual apology though he fully knew what he had said.

"Don't do this again. There won't be a second warning," Olga warned sternly, making it clear that such comments were neither appreciated nor tolerated.

Kepyun, whose mind was more on his stomach than the unfolding social dynamics, quickly changed the subject to something more practical. He reached into his bag and pulled out some dried meat. "I have some dried meat. Let's eat together. It would satisfy our hunger. Where is the other girl?" he asked, hoping to steer the conversation away from potential conflict.

"She is a druid. She can find food easily," Olga responded, her tone still cool from Sakar's comment but warming slightly at the prospect of a simple meal.

"Let's dig in," Kepyun suggested enthusiastically, eager to alleviate his hunger.

They began to eat the dried meat, which proved to be surprisingly tasty. The quantity wasn't abundant, but it was enough to stave off their immediate hunger. Impressed by the quality, Olga couldn't help but inquire, "Where did you buy this meat? It is delicious."

"I checked almost every meat seller in the city. This one was the best. The name of the shop was 'Neat Shop'," Kepyun explained, proud of his discovery and happy to share it with his new teammates.

After their quick meal, they packed up and headed back to their task of moving furniture.

As they arrived at the site where they had left off the day before, Kepyun, Sakar, and Olga were surprised to see that half of the remaining furniture had already been moved. Puzzled, Kepyun asked, "Who carried them?"

Sakar, always one to consider unconventional possibilities, suggested, "What if they are stolen?"

"There is no such possibility," Olga dismissed the idea promptly, confident in the security of the campus.

As they debated, Wrath arrived, her presence bringing a sense of resolve to the mystery. Olga, noticing her, asked directly, "Did you carry those?"

"Yes," Wrath responded simply, her tone flat.

"Why did you do that alone? We got to do it together," Olga expressed her concern, feeling that the task was meant to be a group effort.

Wrath's reply revealed deeper frustrations, "I will appeal to the principal after that about the party. I don't want to be a part of it." Her dissatisfaction with the team was evident, and she seemed determined to find a way out.

Olga was taken aback by Wrath's blunt declaration. She pondered internally, *'Should I do the same? Would it work? Is my party a bad one?'* Despite her doubts, she decided to shelf these thoughts for the moment, recognizing that such decisions needed more reflection.

Sakar, observing the capabilities of his teammates, especially Wrath's initiative, felt a growing pressure to enhance his own strength. He thought to himself, *'These people are too strong, I have to get a spirit immediately.'* His resolve to become a shaman and find a spirit to contract with became more urgent, as he recognized the need to match up to the others' strengths.

As the group finished their task of moving furniture, they realized they were quite hungry. The campus itself didn't have any available food, so they decided to leave in search of a meal. But first, they agreed it was necessary to report their completion of the task to Miss Sorella, the principal. They made their way to the management building, where the furniture had been placed right outside, marking their completion of the task.

The building was large, but Sakar, having been there before, led the way to the principal's office. Taking the lead, knocked gently on the door. A voice, softer than they remembered, responded from within, "Come in, kids." They entered the room, still adjusting to the formal setting.

As they gathered inside, Olga glanced at Kepyun, curious about his unique perception of Miss Sorella, and whispered, "Do you still see muscle?"

Kepyun, without hesitation, affirmed, "Of course I see. Don't you?" His question seemed genuine, as if he couldn't understand why others didn't see what was so obvious to him.

Miss Sorella, overhearing their whispers, interrupted, "Don't dwell on that, little girl. Just tell me why you came." She stood from her desk, her presence commanding yet composed.

Sakar stepped forward, taking the initiative to speak. "The punishment to carry the furniture is over," he announced plainly.

Miss Sorella replied with a hint of amusement, "You know that I can see such things from here. Why did you bother to tell me that thing?"

This comment puzzled Olga, who turned to Sakar and asked, "How can she see? Why do you know such a thing?"

Sakar's response was brief: "Long story."

At that moment, Wrath, who had been relatively quiet, took a few decisive steps toward Miss Sorella's desk. The room tensed slightly in anticipation of what she might say or do.

Wrath's statement was firm, reflecting her preference for solitude over teamwork, which had been evident in her actions and demeanor. Facing Miss Sorella, she explained her stance with a straightforward clarity that left little room for doubt.

"I don't want to be in this party. I work solo so your claim about the dangers we pose to other students doesn't work for me," Wrath asserted confidently, challenging the principal's reasoning for grouping them together.

Miss Sorella, ever the mediator and trying to understand the root of Wrath's reluctance, pressed further for clarity. "Why don't you want to be in this party?" she asked, her voice calm but insistent, seeking to uncover any underlying issues that could be addressed.

Wrath's response was just as direct, revealing her longstanding preference for independence. "I worked alone up to this time and I plan to keep that," she stated, her tone resolute.

Wrath's declaration caught Miss Sorella's attention, and the principal considered her request carefully before responding. "OK, I will give you guys three months to enter another party. If you can't find a suitable one for you, you three will form the party," she decided, setting a clear timeline for the others. Then, turning back to Wrath, she added, "Wrath, you will be solo. Until the end of the year, you are forbidden to be a part of any party."

With that, she dismissed them, "Now, you may all leave."

The three left the office with visibly relieved expressions, glad to have some resolution, albeit temporary. As they were about to exit, Sakar paused and turned back to ask Miss Sorella a final question. "When will school lessons start?"

"Oh, next week. Why?" Miss Sorella looked mildly curious.

Sakar frowned, perplexed. "Miss Sorella, you know the ladies from the orphanage, they told me that the school was supposed to open on Monday, yesterday."

"It seems like you are not the only prankster then," Miss Sorella responded with a slight smile, revealing that the misinformation might have been a playful deception on their part.

Realizing he had been pranked before even the 'naked ladies' incident had unfolded, Sakar felt a mix of irritation and amusement. He turned to Olga and Kepyun, seeking their reasons for their early arrival. "Why did you guys come early then?"

"I came from afar so I left the place early," Olga explained, her reason straightforward.

Kepyun nodded in agreement, indicating a similar circumstance on his part.

Wrath, however, remained distant and curt. "None of your business!" she snapped before exiting the room abruptly, her response sharp and leaving no room for further inquiry.

As they left Miss Sorella's office, Sakar, still unsure about how to spend the upcoming week without structured activities, turned to the principal with a practical concern. "What will I do for that one week?"

Miss Sorella's response was dismissive, hinting at her hands-off approach to student management outside of formal school activities. "Do whatever you want. I don't really care. Just don't trouble me." Her tone was indifferent, suggesting that as long as Sakar didn't cause any issues, she was unconcerned about how he spent his time.

The trio exited the office and continued discussing their situation as they left the building. Olga, pondering the implications of their meeting, voiced the question that was on everyone's mind. "So what are you two going to do? About entering another party?"

Kepyun, ever laid-back about social configurations, shrugged off the urgency of the decision. "I don't really care since I am fine by myself. But some company would make it better," he admitted, open to companionship but not dependent on it.

Sakar, always quick to find a silver lining, chimed in optimistically, "I am fine with being at the same party with you two. A pretty girl and a strong guy, what more would I want?" His comment, though light-hearted, reflected his straightforward desire to maintain the current group.

Olga, however, was more cautious and perhaps ambitious. "I will try other parties first," she declared, indicating her intention to explore all her options before settling, not fully satisfied with the current arrangement.

Sakar felt a twinge of disappointment at Olga's response, but he respected her decision. As they walked back to their dorms