I Became an Academy Game Character

First Class (2)

The atmosphere in the classroom suddenly turned cold.

Why did the atmosphere change like this when Reglia hadn’t even used her power?

It was because someone had the courage to rebuke Kena for being noisy.

‘And that courageous person would be me.’

While everyone’s attention was focused on me, there was a fierce glare staring at me with narrowed eyes.

With the blazing red hair and eyes characteristic of the Freya family, Kena had delicate features, but her sharp gaze was so distinct that it overshadowed her beauty, and when she frowned like now, it gave the impression of looking at a fierce beast.

“What did you just say?”

She seemed to be asking while forcing a smile, but as mentioned before, her sharp eyes made it look like she was sneering.

While some of the more timid students lowered their heads in response to her face and atmosphere, Kena ignored them and focused solely on me.

“I said you’re noisy.”

“Ha, so I didn’t hear wrong?”

“That, that crazy bastard!”

“How dare you speak such nonsense to Lady Kena!”

The lackeys? beside Kena seemed about to shout something at me, but Kena stopped them and approached me first.

Thump. Thump.

With the room silent, Kena’s footsteps sounded particularly loud.

Since I was sitting down, I naturally looked up at her, and she naturally looked down at me as she spoke.

Keeeeeng.

‘See that?’

I inwardly sneered as I felt the sharp magical power making my skin tingle along with the heavy atmosphere.

She’s openly threatening me like this?

She probably did this remembering when I caught the Sand Snake.

“What do you think you’re…!”

As Reglia tried to stop Kena’s threat, I was faster in releasing my magical power.

Sorry, Kena. My magic stat is 30 right now.

I might have the highest total stats among first-years at this early stage.

Crackle.

“……!!”

“Oh my…”

“You…”

I literally crushed Kena’s magic that was trying to pressure me.

Reglia was surprised by this action while Kena frowned.

Her already fierce eyes now looked threatening like sharp blades.

While others were staring blankly at us, not understanding what was happening, I casually looked at her and threw out a comment.

“Is that all?”

Whoosh.

My provocation must have been successful, as heat began to rise around her and small flames started to appear.

This wasn’t something she deliberately created, but rather the characteristic of the Freya family manifesting naturally as emotions intensified.

‘For now, it’s only appearing slightly on her shoulders.’

The Freya characteristic where the intensity, strength, and range of fire increases with emotional turmoil.

Looking at the current state, it seems this level of provocation only caused minor anger.

While I was lost in thought observing Kena’s flames, Reglia appeared in front of me as if to block Kena, saying:

“You, put out that fire right now?”

“Reglia. I was having a conversation with my friend behind you, why are you blocking?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. You call threatening with magic a conversation? And I said put out the fire right now, you troublemaker.”

As expected of Reglia.

She was true to her role as the one who most actively stopped Kena’s actions.

But then something unexpected happened.

“Besides, you’ve already been exposed just now. Why try to act tough again?”

“You…!”

Reglia was referring to how I had crushed Kena’s magic.

She was sneering at him as if she had caught him at just the right moment.

Kena responded to that cold winter-like sneer with hot heat.

However, the intensity was too high to melt that winter with this heat.

“For the sake of the Freya family, stop here and go back. Otherwise, not just you but your family’s image will take a hit?”

“You think I’ll lose?”

“Isn’t it obvious? Can you catch a Sand Snake by yourself?”

“……”

Kena couldn’t answer that he could catch one.

“Can’t answer that, can you? Then why are you acting like this?”

“Shut up.”

“Sigh… How do you keep growing older while your head remains just a decoration?”

Reglia pressed her forehead, genuinely getting a headache.

Disgusted by her behavior, Kena turned to go back to her seat, but suddenly turned just her head to glare at me and said,

“See you during sparring time.”

Sparring time, huh.

Since we do basic training at the Academy, there are quite a few times when students spar with each other, and Kena will probably use this time to come at me.

At least she has enough sense to suggest fighting during class.

Not knowing that this is exactly what I wanted.

I secretly smiled and quickly checked the time on my smart watch.

‘Shouldn’t they be here by now?’

I tilted my head, thinking about the homeroom teacher of Class 1-A who hadn’t shown up yet despite it being class time.

“Look at that, picking fights again without knowing the opponent’s strength.”

“Shut up!”

“The one who needs to shut up is you, Kena.”

‘What? Were they already waiting here?’

A man who suddenly appeared in the center of the classroom instead of coming through the door.

As expected, just like in the game, our Class A’s homeroom teacher was Garein.

“How loud do you have to be for your voices to be heard from outside?”

“Professor Garein?!”

“Could Professor Garein really be our homeroom teacher?”

The students became quite noisy when they saw Garein, whom they had seen at the entrance ceremony.

Well, considering his reputation, this reaction is understandable.

If anything, it was strange how quiet they were during the entrance ceremony.

“Everyone be quiet and take your seats. I’ll take attendance.”

The classroom instantly fell silent at his calm and heavy voice.

And so began Garein’s attendance check.

It’s not just my imagination that this reminds me of yesterday’s entrance ceremony.

In the game, attendance and classes could be skipped, but since this is reality, Garein’s mouth didn’t rest while calling out all the names of the students in the class.

“Joria Hon.”

“Here!”

I learned the name of the student next to me, and behind, in front, and diagonally.

I slowly nodded while memorizing the names of my classmates.

“Mir.”

“…”

At that moment, when Garein called Mir’s name, a quiet silence fell over the classroom with no response.

As students tilted their heads and looked around searching for Mir, Garein’s face twitched slightly as he called Mir’s name once more.

“Mir.”

“…”

At this moment, everyone realized the situation.

Oh my, could someone really be late on the first day!

As I was about to wonder about this since such a thing never happened in the game, someone entered the classroom through the back door, panting heavily.

“Huff, huff… I’m, I’m sorry!”

That person was none other than the student Garein had been calling.

It was Mir.

Whatever her circumstances might have been, to Garein, she now had the image of a student who was late on the very first day.

“Impressive. Being late on the very first day.”

“I’m, I’m sorry!”

Perhaps because of this, his voice was lower than usual, making the student sitting in the front row shudder for a moment.

Oh dear, why did they have to sit in the very front row.

“…Let this be the last time.”

“Yes! I’m really sorry!”

“Take your seat.”

Garein, letting it slide since it was the first day of class, calmly began speaking while looking at the classroom full of students with no empty seats.

“First, let me introduce myself. I’m Garein Zighart, and from today I’ll be the homeroom teacher for Class 1-A. I look forward to working with you all for the next year.”

Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap.

As the students’ applause continued, he raised his hand.

The applause stopped abruptly as if on cue, and Garein nodded before explaining the upcoming class policies.

“Our basic goal is to hunt monsters. As such, our basic classes will focus on understanding monsters and practical training, including individual training suited to each of you and time spent handling magical power. If anyone has questions, raise your hand.”

“Um, Professor?”

“What is it.”

“How can I become a direct disciple?”

Direct disciple.

It’s a term referring to a kind of successor who receives not just the common teachings that professors give to students, but all the knowledge that one has cultivated throughout their lifetime.

Since they pass on everything they know, they set various conditions and exercise great caution in selecting disciples.

For reference, Garein has a total of 2 direct disciples – one is traveling the world building their reputation, and the other is currently in their third year.

“You’re asking the obvious. If you have talent and catch the professors’ eyes, you can become a direct disciple anytime.”

“Direct disciple…”

“I really want to become one.”

As the students let their imaginations run wild with expectant faces, Garein had already finished gathering his things, preparing to leave the classroom.

“Well, that’s all for our discussion. Everyone, follow me.”

“Where are we going?”

“…We’re going to meet your partners.”

Partner. At New World Academy, there was only one thing that word could mean.

‘It’s time to get our personal weapons!’