Astrovoid Shower- Celestial University Book 2: A Bully Romance

Chapter 38: Sophomore Year, Start!

Sehki and Lorena spent their next couple of weeks coming up with plans for finishing up Umbra's reconstruction, visiting Shugoda every now and then to practice and train, look up on leads regarding any of the missing victims, wondering if the Justice Council was still investigating or interrogating.

"When we get the chance, let's go in Lumin's room and see what we could find," giving the campus was also being checked out.

"Right."

The end of June came, and the Shadow Brawlers reunited at the front gates, early and ahead of everyone else.

"Ready?"

"Barely."

"I don't blame you."

"Should be fun."

Arriving back at Erebus after getting their cards, they set up their belongings, headed to Nabu for food, and headed to the office.

Lorena checked the computer, finding the files Lumin received contained data on most of the students and faculty: their StellArts, potential Zodiacs and physical abilities from every professor barring Delta.

"He was trying to find potential recruits for the Horrorscopes before."

"But how did the staff get access to the freshmen?

"Either through applications, but they wouldn't get physical transcripts: only someone high up could get that intel."

Candy stared at some of the new names. "Transfer students in our year?"

They looked down and found names neither of them had much connection or knowledge about. Lorena started digging for their information, ultimately electing to leave just in case.

They watched the atrium they entered slowly growing up in number until it was packed with familiar students and new faces, leaving half of them nervous at being older than students there.

"Let's test their resolve. Go."

"Right."

As everyone waited for the arrival of the professors and principal, someone screamed. They turned back as a guy was swinging around at the crowd, begging for help as he mutated in a Mucus Void.

"Is he stage three?"

Watching no one around reaching out, his visceral screams led to his body growing similar to Taylor's corruption, everyone started to panic while the Shadow Brawlers nodded in agreement.

Cree shot him upward into the sky with an air field, Candy swung dirt and ice claws blowing him to the stage, and Sehki traveled through the shadow of Lorena's stretched arms, jumping onto it and tackling them, crashing behind the podium.

He got up, hacking and carving the Void essence off, absorbing it when he was pushed back, channeling wind to jump, avoiding its stingers, dance on its hand and kicking it back. Treating it as a quick performance, he skirted on the ground, about to finish them off when his instinct made him break.

The slash of a blade blew Sehki back, aghast at the wielder's next course of actions.

"Someone devoid of control like you has no right to exist."

Sehki had to spin, ripping out the essence, shielding, then pushing the victim a second away from Mako's blade.

"Why are you here?"

"Oh, Fenghuang's elite students have decided to transfer," swinging his blade towards him.

"He needed help, not an executioner." Spotting the Brawlers debating what to do, but the surrounding students speculating, he took a deep breath.

"And you think your little snake's enough to fix that? Those fangs could barely graze the skin of a lion."

Sehki snatched the mic. "And what's yours. Oh right, the Peacock constellation. Fitting you're more cocky than your sister. No wonder she was chosen as the heir over you," laughing.

Some students laughed while others saw Mako twitch and step in rage, as pink feathers quickly formed hovering swords. Sehki quickly prepared his defenses in time as both men charged towards each other.

"Enough!" A woman below their stature landed right between them, crossed and threw her arms with an enormous force blowing both males back to opposite ends of the stage: grinding their feet and sword to halt. Lorena gasped at her identity.

"Good morning students. Most of you know me as Fleet Admiral Ahn Mecionice: head of the Justice Council, heir to equity, and as of now, the principal of Celestial University!"

Everyone there was stunned between her voice and words before feeling blown away by two gigantic hands that formed from her arm fold. She spread out as several people walked on top of it, including familiar faces.

"Professor Scald," relieved he was healed, getting a quick wave while introducing Tychonis, Stone, Tenma, a restored Lyncis, and most of the school's additional staff: yet no Delta.

"After the attack on campus last semester and the revelation of the former principal's crimes, due to the ongoing investigation requiring several Plantery Presidents, negotiations were made. Including me," allowing four individuals that left most of the student speeches.

"Heath Spica," wearing professional clothing with flower decor. He turned to Sehki with contempt.

"Austrina Cadence," waving her light turquoise hair and prestigious dress elevated with shining pearls covering her porcelain skin.

"Akilah Bezek," wearing azure dragon accessories holding up her curly hair, metal plating for her necklace, a winged shaped gauntlet around her arms, and high heels with the front shaped akin to a dragon's mouth.

"Jia Hinata," who wore a metallic mask in the shape of a smile and her cheekbones bright as the auburn hair flowing down to her military top and dress in the emblem of a phoenix. She waved to the crowd and her son before taking her place with the students.

We have the defender of the world and the first spouses as professors?

"The spouses of the Presidents will be acting as associate professors to better bolster community morale, additional instruction, quality of life improvements, and preparation to avoid another worst case scenario. No student or professor this semester will be unprepared this year!"

Everyone on stage nodded, some in reluctant agreement as media outlets surrounded the premises to broadcast the announcement, though the students all were drowned out by the numerous questions from the student body from everything, but she raised a fist demanding silence, pointing to one individual.

"Sehki, come to the stage."