"Kyro." Someone called my name. I turned around and saw a familiar face.
"Kelvin?" I asked in surprise when I recognized him.
"That's me," he replied with a smile.
"I'm glad to see you here, it's been a while," he added. I asked him why he was here, thinking he would be studying at Ganter University.
"Why do you seem unhappy that I'm here?" he said with a sigh.
"I was just surprised," I explained.
"Okay, if you say so," he replied briefly.
We were now standing in front of a room with "A-Fighters" written above the door.
"Are you in this class too?" I asked him.
"No, I'm enrolled in the intelligence unit," he replied. That makes sense, I thought.
"I'll leave you now," he said before leaving and lightly tapping my right arm.
I stood outside the classroom, and everyone inside was staring at me, including the teacher.
"Yes?" the teacher asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Kyro," I replied, meeting her gaze.
"Hm...Kyro? Okay, you're here! Come in," she said.
I slowly entered the room, looking at the different faces of students sitting down.
Most of them looked curious, but one student's gaze caught my attention - a boy with his foot raised on an empty chair.
The teacher started the class, writing on the board.
"In battle, you need to protect yourself while protecting others, why is that so? Did anyone know why?"
The room fell silent. No one raised their hand, but after a few seconds, I did.
"Yes, Kyro? Do you want to say something?" the teacher asked.
"In my experience, we need to protect ourselves because how can we protect others if we as protectors are already harmed? Can we still give our full strength to protect them?"
My classmates laughed and made comments about my grammar.
"Thank you, Kyro, you may sit. Thanks for your answer," the teacher said.
The class continued until recess.
"Okay, class, dismissed," the teacher said, leaving us in the room. I looked around quietly, observing my classmates. A short-haired girl approached me and greeted me.
"Kyro? Right?" she asked. I looked at her and responded with a "Hm?"
"Can I ask something?" she asked, seeming interested.
"Why did you enroll in the fighter unit?" she asked directly. Before I could respond, a loud noise interrupted us.
Everyone's attention turned to the commotion. A boy was yelling at another student, "Why are you still here? Recess is already over! You should have enrolled in a normal unit!"
The boy's anger was directed at me. The girl who approached me quickly returned to her seat.
"Hey, transfer student!" the boy shouted, pointing at me. I ignored him and sat back down. Then the class continues.
"Attention students. You will be given one sheet of paper. You may create the design of your weapon as a fighter. I'll check it later. Make sure you're all done making your weapon design, understood?" the teacher said before leaving.
"Yes, ma'am," everyone replied. Then, white papers started appearing on each student's desk.
Weapon design huh? Interesting.
"Abara, already made a design. Congratulations," someone said after I finished designing my chosen weapon.
My classmates suddenly stopped and stared at me. Then, more and more students started submitting their designs.
"Kyro," a voice called out. I slowly turned around and saw a guy.
"Psy?" I said in surprise when I recognized the speaker.
"Can you help me?" he asked shyly.
"I couldn't finish mine," he added.
I quietly stood up and walked to his desk.
"Is the design okay? What do you think?" he asked, showing me his paper. I looked at the paper and saw a chainsaw design.
"Yeah, it's a chainsaw," he said when he noticed my surprise.
"It's okay, Psy," I said after seeing his design.
"Is there anything else I can add?" he asked.
"Try to make it lighter to reduce the recoil you might experience when using it," I replied.
"Is that possible?" he asked doubtfully.
"Yes, it is," I said, then quickly typed something on the weapon recommendation.
"Is that it?" he asked incredulously.
"Thanks, Kyro!" A small thing.
"Colon already made a design. Congratulations!"
BELL RINGS
After class, I walked slowly in the hallway. I left before my classmates because they were still talking.
According to the teacher, our designed weapons would arrive tomorrow, and training might start then too.
The hallway was quiet as I walked. I didn't think I'd end up here, in the school where my father studied.
"KYRO!" A loud and fast shout came from behind. I stopped and saw Psy running towards me. He was out of breath when he reached me and grabbed my bag.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"I...ran...after...you," he said, panting. He took a water bottle from my bag.
"Thanks," he said after taking a drink.
We continued walking, and the hallway was quiet again. We passed by different section rooms: Marksman, Assasin, Intelligence, Support Unit, Talent, Sports Unit, and lastly, the Normal Unit.
While, a while ago, in section D, I saw Kelvin waving at me from inside the room.
"Kyro," Psy called out. I turned to him and looked at him quietly.
"Sorry, did I startle you?" he asked, laughing.
"I just wanted to ask you something," he said calmly.
"What weapon did you choose?" I looked at him calmly.
"For the Marksman unit," I replied.
"Is it a Trident? A gun?" he guessed, but instead of answering, I just turned around and continued walking.
What weapon did I choose?