Ancient Pasts - Tbate

Friendly Meetings

Cathan Leywin Pov

"Easy... take it slow. There you go. " Arthur supported me back up. It'd been exactly one week since I had gotten injured and also since the last time I'd walked. Even with mana circulating throughout my body, strengthening my limbs, I still felt sluggish.

"Caw..." Azrael looked at me with as close of a concerned face he could have for a raven-like mana beast. He was flying beside me instead of perching on my shoulder, afraid that I wouldn't be able to hold him up.

Arthur came over to my hospital room as soon as his first period was over. After slowly getting used to walking, I stopped leaning on Arthur for support and used my spear as my walking stick.

Arthur wrapped the handle in a white bandage both for comfort and for safety from suspicious eyes. Here I was, a thirteen-year-old, already using a cane to support myself from falling.

"I'll heal fast with the help of my assimilated draconic body," I stated.

"Alright. Azrael, can you help Cathan up the stairs?" Arthur asked as he opened the door.

"Kraw!" Azrael nodded in response.

"I heard we have a new professor today!"

"Anyone should be better than Professor Geist, right?"

"You never know we might get an even more dangerous weirdo this time."

"Hey, isn't that the disciplinary committee officer that beat Geist?"

Sylvie followed close behind as Arthur walked to the middle of the room, taking small hops towards the moveable podium placed in the center of the small stadium.

Azrael used his body to push me up the stairs. I sat down next to Feyrith and Kathyln. Both were confused as to why Arthur stood on the podium rather than sitting next to us.

By this time, the conversations amongst the classmates centered around me diminished as more and more of the young mages began wondering what Arthur was doing standing on the professor's podium.

"I'm not sure how many of you know my name, but I believe that most of you at least know who I am. My name is Arthur Leywin, a disciplinary committee member and your new professor. Let's get along."

I counted down in my head, predicting when the class would erupt. Almost perfectly in sync, the entitled students that filled the classroom stood up in disbelief and some in anger as they shouted to stop kidding around and get back to his seat.

"You expect us to believe that a brat like you is our new professor?" one of the second-years exclaimed.

"Stop messing around and get back up here! Who do you think you are?" one short first-year barked.

"Mmm... would you guys believe me if I said that Director Goodsky appointed me to be the professor for this class for the remainder of the semester?" Arthur quizzed.

"Get real!"

"Stop joking!"

"Shut up!"

Another round of protests resounded within the room as the students grew rowdier. Looking to my fellow committee members, I could see Feyrith's sharp face, filled with a mixture of disbelief and doubt, while Kathlyn wore a perplexed expression.

"Don't get so cocky just because you beat the old professor! Do you think you could've won if Princess Kathyln and Feyrith didn't tire him out?" a different second-year jumped down and landed on the stage with a loud thud.

The student had a pretty big build, and judging from the poor circulation of mana in his body, he was probably at the level of being able to augment only some of his body.