Transmigrated With A Resolution System

Hesitation to seemingly simple questions was something he always frowned upon. This was nothing more than allowing second thoughts or fear to invade into the mind. The stuttering that could follow, also added flame to the already crumbling patience.

Knitting his brows, he shook his head. Considering this as another wasted opportunity, if Lank didn't meet him up at the library.

"You don't need to explain anything." He replied coldly, looking to the left side where all the other students stood.

"It would do you all a favor if you don't mention anything that had transpired here, we wouldn't want a rumor of a certain stench coming from this department, am I right?" He gave an eye shut smile.

"Did he just low-key threaten us with–"

A hit to the side stopped the male who had wanted to whisper the rest of his question to his friend.

"I'm sorry, but could you be quiet on this subject?" He cautioned in a whisper, sweat dropping at the glare he had to endure because of the sharp tongue of his friend.

He had a forced smile, "of course we won't, we never gossip. We know what to talk about and what isn't supposed to be mentioned." He agreed, hoping to get on the good side of Nix.

The rest all nodded their heads in agreement, sharing awkward glances at one another.

Lank and Gia on the other hand, were fixated to their spot, mute and in awe at the domineering aura he possessed over their department.

'Are we like some sort of puppet he can control at his disposal?' Gia gritted her teeth.

'He must really think he's a fire god. Isn't this called bullying?' Lank folded his arms, clearly not pleased that he had been outsmarted in his own game.

"It was a pleasure interacting with you all." He smiled, his features lightening up.

"Especially you," he pointed at the female who had conjured up a confetti, the moment he had stepped into their class. Even though he had hated it at first, he had come to realize the beautiful intention in just that action.

"Eeee!" The female squealed in delight at the acknowledgement.

He gave a quick glance over at Lank, sighing.

Maneuvering his way towards the door from where Gia stood, in a fluid motion.

Gia shook her head, confused at what she had witnessed. It looked like the moment she blinked, he wasn't in front of her anymore.

"What the hell?!" She looked behind her, he was already at the door post.

Halting, he looked over his shoulder. "I hope you all grow to be stronger and prepare for the worst that's yet to come. But if I were some of you, I would easily stay laid-back and do nothing, there are some benefits to doing that too."

With those final words, he walked to the right in the direction in which he came.

"What does he mean by that?" A female tilted her head in confusion, her index finger placed over the corner of her lip.

"Did he just tell us to give up?" A male questioned.

Lank made use of the confusion to get the jacket from Gia, wrapping it around his waist, he dashed out in an instant.

"Hey!" Gia hollered at him. She had no intention of giving him the jacket, ever since the time he had shown little regard and trust in her powers when she had offered an alternative.

"I will hand it to you once I'm done with it!" He responded, his voice barely audible to her because of the distance he had covered in a short amount of time.

"You suck!" She hissed, raising her hand in the air, raining profanities.

"Miss Gia!" Mr Zhao's deep voice startled her. "Mind your manners!" He chastised.

Gia's mood dropped instantly, she regretted speaking with Lank.

Nervously chuckling, she put her hands behind her, turning to the left, then the right in quick succession. Operation puppy dog eyes in motion.

"I am so sorry, Mr Zhao. It was a mistake that would never happen." She batted her lashes, clasping her fingers tightly as she pouted.

Mr Zhao shook his head at her antics, he was in no mood to discipline anyone today.

"What are you all still doing in the class after the teaching hour?" He yelled at the rest.

Scurrying out in fear, the students began to gradually disperse, the class devoid of students; except Gia who stood at the doorpost awkwardly.

"You're standing here, why exactly?" Mr Zhao looked down on her.

"I would just go get my book..." Gia's voice trailed as she walked in, picking her book, walking back to the door, she made a quick run for it. "I apologize for my disturbance, Sir!"

"Hormonal youths." Mr Zhao commented, shaking his head, walking away in the opposite direction.

Once she was certain that she had been able to go out of the sight of Mr Zhao, she slowed down her steps, walking at her regular pace.

Holding her book made her remember the activities they had done in class, before the whole incident of Nix coming into the picture.

A smile made its way to her lips. She was so proud of her accomplishment. She had become the first in class B to make a breakthrough in her practice, and she felt so happy.

She was so excited to have made it, that she whooped in joy. "I really did it! I did it."

"Fancy meeting you here!" A female voice could be heard behind her.

"Senior Ayanami?" Gia looked behind her, wanting to be sure she was the one in question that was spoken to.

Confirming the theory, she looked at her senior who had her long straight black hair which reaches just below her waist, turning a blue color as it passes her elbows, parted in the middle and sideswept from the right behind her ear.

She has a soft-looking, pale purple eyes that appear a lighter color around the rims of her irises, slanted downward toward the sides of her face and framed by notably long eyelashes.

She wears a white kimono with a blue feather pattern, the lining in blue, secured by a sky blue and white hanhaba obi with an black-threaded obijime and a sky blue obiage. Over this, she sports a long, dark-blue haori that reaches her calves, as well as a pair of zōri with blue straps and white tabi socks, wrapped with thick pieces of black material.

Gia looked puzzled as to why an upper rank A would be talking to a lower rank B, like herself.

"Oh let's cut the whole senior shenanigans. It's Ayanami to you." She said with a laugh. "Besides in the general class, all are of the same rank, am I right?"

"I just wanted to say, welcome to the club of Mr Gaviel's favorite students!" Ayanami winked. "You're one step further into joining our class!"

"Thanks. But isn't 'favorite' a little over the top?" She replied with a raise of her brow.

She didn't know what to believe with the response gotten from Ayanami. She was no where as worthy to earn that position.

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