My Soul card is a Reaper-Chapter 741: The world of Irth (part-7)

The bell rang, signaling the end of the class. Students immediately began buzzing with chatter. Leiza left her seat, and walked over to Azzy's desk, her arms crossed with a frown on her face.

"What?" Azzy asked her.

"You don't want to give any explanations, ignoring me like that?" Leiza raised her eyebrows.

"So that everyone becomes too curious about who am I?" Azzy countered, not budging an inch.

It goes without saying their conversation attracted the attention of the whole class.

After a few seconds of silent staring contest, Leiza said, "Forget it. Anyway, I'll introduce you to some of my friends."

Azzy gave her a nod and stood up. Leiza led him to the middle of the classroom, where a small group of girls was already waiting. Their curious eyes flicked between her and Azzy.

"Everyone, this is Rael," Leiza said, gesturing toward him. "He's a transfer student, a family friend of ours."

"Rael!" One girl with a bob cut beamed. "So exotic! Where are you from?"

"Overseas," Azzy replied vaguely, his expression calm.

"Which country?" another girl pressed, tilting her head.

Azzy paused for a moment. "Northern Europa," he lied smoothly, his tone making it sound like an uninteresting fact.

The girls exchanged glances, clearly intrigued. "Wow, your accent is different! Do you speak multiple languages?"

"Yes," Azzy answered simply.

The group erupted into a chorus of impressed murmurs. One of them boldly leaned closer. "Do you have a hobby? Something fun?"

Azzy's lips twitched into a faint smile. "Martial arts."

Gasps of admiration followed, and the girls started to crowd him, throwing more questions his way.

"Enough, ladies." Leiza stepped in, her voice cutting through their chatter. She placed a hand on Azzy's shoulder protectively. "Give him some breathing space. He's not a zoo exhibit."

The girls laughed awkwardly but backed off, sensing her authority. A group of boys across the room exchanged sour looks, muttering to one another.

"First day, and he's already Mr. Popular."

"Leiza's acting like his bodyguard or something. Weird."

"She doesn't even let anyone near her, but now this guy?"

"Don't tell me they were in a relationship?"

"No wonder she never went out with anyone, not even Jared."

"Or maybe she has a crush on this fellow? I mean, look at him. Must be atleast 185cm. Ugh… his physique is so envious…"

Before anything escalated, the mathematics teacher entered the room and called for attention.

As he was teaching the class, he spotted Azzy paying attention to the windows. Obviously, the teacher was irritated.

"Mr. Rael," the teacher suddenly called him out, adjusting his glasses. "Since you're new, let's see what you know. Can you answer this?"

He scribbled a simple yet complex equation on the board, the kind that made atleast half of the students groan.

sin(x)+2cos(x)=1,for 0≤x≤2π.

Azzy didn't hesitate. He stood and stared at the board for a brief moment as if he were analyzing it, but in reality, his senses were activated to the maximum.

Azzy had no idea what those terms were even.

But, as someone who had experience as a teacher before, Azzy was aware that when a teacher asked a question, there would always be certain students who would mutter under their breath.

With a quick scanning, he found two such people in the class, a girl sitting somewhere in the middle row and a boy in the front row. Both of them had the same answer and Azzy's lips turned into a smile. He said, "Mr. Lestrade, the answer is 0 or 5.64."

"5.64?" The whole set of students was taken aback when they heard his reply.

With a quick glance, it was easy to point out that x=0 is an answer, but they wouldn't know there would be another answer. Even if there was, how could this new student say without placing any pen on the paper? It was as if he had done calculations in his mind.

Even Leiza couldn't help but turn her head to look at him. She wondered in her head. "So, despite being a martial artist, he was also intelligent, huh? I thought all martial artists were dumb as they spent too much time in training. Muscle with the brain, a rare combination indeed."

The class gawked, including the teacher, who gave a curt nod. "Correct."

Leiza smiled faintly to herself. Good. She felt as if she was the one being praised.

When lunch break came, Azzy followed Leiza to the cafeteria. As soon as they sat, a few girls from their class approached.

"Rael, can we join you?" one asked, holding her tray nervously.

Leiza didn't wait for Azzy to respond. "Sorry, he's busy," she said firmly, gesturing for them to leave. The girls pouted but left reluctantly.

Azzy raised an eyebrow. "You didn't have to do that."

"You're here to work, not flirt," Leiza replied, crossing her arms.

Azzy shrugged and continued eating. He piled his plate with food, unfazed by the stares he was drawing.

While Leiza stepped away to speak with someone, a group of boys from earlier seized the opportunity.

"Stuart… go…" A red-haired boy ordered someone.

One of them, a lanky student grabbed his tray a tray full of food, and walked toward Azzy.

Just as he passed through his table, he lost his balance and "accidentally" tripped near Azzy, almost sending the contents flying toward him.

In a blur of movement, Azzy caught everything mid-air: a bowl of soup, a sandwich, and a drink.

"What!"

Everyone who saw it paused their eating for a moment. His precision left the cafeteria in stunned silence.

"Here you go." Azzy then smiled, handing the tray to the stunned student.

"Uhhh… thanks…" Just as he was about to take it, Azzy's balance faltered suddenly.

He let the items slip from his grip, sending them tumbling back onto the instigator, drenching him in soup and splattering food across his shirt.

"My apologies," Azzy said coldly, his tone sharp enough to slice.

*Pfft* "hahahaha…"

The cafeteria erupted in laughter.

The lanky boy's face turned red as he looked at his uniform. "You think you're funny?" he snapped, his voice trembling with anger.

Three other boys from his table stood up and walked over, cracking their knuckles, apart from their leader, the red-haired student.

Azzy remained seated, calm as ever. "Do you really want to do this?"

"You basta*d…" One of them lunged, but Azzy rose in a flash.

His fist shot forward, landing a clean punch that sent the attacker sprawling onto the floor. The second boy charged, only to receive the same treatment, a single blow knocking him back.

"Didn't you hear anything? I trained in martial arts, you fools." Azzy commented. The third hesitated, but Azzy's icy glare was enough to freeze him in place.

As the cafeteria roared with cheers and laughter, Azzy adjusted his coat and returned to his seat, finishing his meal without a word.

The day ended, but Azzy's trouble wasn't over.

As students began leaving, a school staff member approached him. "The principal wants to see you."

Leiza, who was beside him, frowned. "Why? Is it because of the cafeteria incident?"

The attendant didn't answer, only gestured for Azzy to follow. With a small sigh, Azzy complied. Leiza wasn't one to sit back, though—she marched along with him.

Inside the principal's office, an air of formality settled in. The principal, an aging man with sharp eyes, clasped his hands together as he stared at Azzy.

"Violence is not tolerated in this academy." His voice was steady, but stern. "I don't care about your background, nor your abilities. If you cause trouble, it will reflect badly on our reputation."

Leiza scoffed, stepping forward. "He was defending himself! What was he supposed to do—let them humiliate him? And you are talking about background, Mr. Principal, when you were being biased against Mr. Governor's son."

The principal's gaze flickered to her. "Miss Leiza, I appreciate your reminder, but this matter has nothing to do with you."

"You…" Leiza was about to flare up but then Azzy exhaled through his nose and turned to Leiza. "Wait outside."

Leiza blinked. "What?"

"As Mr. Principal mentioned, this has nothing with you. I made the mess, I will solve it by myself. So, please wait outside." Each word was so stressed that she felt like his voice carried a quiet authority. As someone who was born into a wealthy family and commanded dozens of guards, she was aware of such tones. At that moment, she felt like this boy had indeed gotten used to authority. It made her wonder whether this boy wasn't just a simple member of the dojo but probably a successor to the Dojo master.

She hesitated but eventually left, though her mind raced with questions.

Inside the office, the door clicked shut. What followed… no one knew.

Minutes passed.

Then, the door creaked open again.

Leiza, leaning against the wall outside, straightened as the principal stepped out—his entire demeanor shifted.

"Thank you for your time, Mr. Rael," he said, bowing slightly. "If there's anything you need, please don't hesitate to ask."

Leiza's eyes widened. What?