Introduction Arc: Chapter 3.
The whole class went smoothly as the teacher mainly provided the history of the school, the proper class schedules, and the nomination of the class body.
"I should've run for class president..."
Lyle mulled, slightly disappointed about his inability to speak up during the nominations.
"I don't expect to win but it would be nice to know how it would feel to have someone vote for you." He mulled while staring at the window, watching several students exit the school's gate.
(The president is Mary Anne Grace and the first nomination since she had the most amount of talent, her opponents were Freya May and Loid Ferener.)
(Weirdly, this school allows two vice presidents, and those two are Loid and Freya.)
(The class secretary is someone named Jay Torres, and while the class vanguards are some names I don't recognize. Eya Herfin and Nat Oals.)
(The head Sweeper is Rose Herms and I swear I've heard that name before.)
The day was uneventful yet insightful and it was now time to go home. Lyle had learned a lot, mainly the history of this school. He was preparing to head back to the dorms but then paused, hearing an interesting conversation.
"What's a class vanguard and a head sweeper? I've forgotten." A female short-haired student asked another student. They were Lyle's classmates.
The taller and knowledgeable student, adjusted her eyeglass as she explained.
"Class vanguards handle the class behaviors. Making sure we are not activating our magic and martial during class hours. Also, making sure that we are seated properly."
"The head sweeper makes sure that our classroom is clean and they can elect their own team of sweepers. They can elect two, I think?"
Lyle approached the two, yearning for answers, and inserted himself as politely as he could.
"I apologize for interrupting your conversation but why would anyone volunteer for these class bodies? Are there any advantages or benefits?"
The short-haired student agreed to Lyle's question. "Yeah, are there any benefits?"
The knowledgeable student perked up, adjusting her glasses again and momentarily pausing before answering the question.
"W-well, for the benefits. The elected class bodies receive a slight boost to their grades and they can also earn some library and cafeteria points."
Lyle nodded his head, listening to the explanation.
(Huh, I must've forgotten that. It really isn't a major plot point in the novels. Though earning some cafeteria points does sound good.)
Lyle thanked his two female classmates for the time.
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The two then whispered to each other, glaring at Lyle's back.
"He had three worldly talents. He's probably one of the strongest here."
"No doubt about that."
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Before heading back to the dorms, Lyle Cass diverted to the restroom. Planning to meticulously check his person.
An audible sigh escaped.
"So....this is what I look like."
Lyle observed his reflection, touching his face and caressing his hair. A single frown formed. The new appearance was not to his liking.
(Why am I short and why is this guy way too unassuming? Nothing about this guy stands out. His eyes are brown, his hair is black, and his body is way too skinny.)
(Last of all, he's not even the least bit handsome.)
Lyle defeatedly washed his new face, slowly becoming depressed at the fact that he was stuck with an unimpressive avatar.
(This face is a 7.5/10 at best. I am way more attractive and taller in real life than this mug.)
Lyle accidentally splashed some water on his white pants, he tried to dry it off until he realized something. He went inside one of the stalls and checked his private part, peeping inside.
".......?"
The stall door violently opened as Lyle's eyes were bulging. He robotically marched to the sink and washed his face again, not even blinking when the water hit his eyes.
(His rod is even bigger than mine. Huge! Who the fuck is this guy!?)
⟐ One hour later.
Lyle slowly opened the dorm door. Displayed on his identification card was also his dorm number. A fact that almost slipped pass him.
The dorm room was decent and welcoming. The space inside was tolerable and there were two bunk beds and four cabinets. The fact that Lyle would be sharing a room with three other students was exciting yet nerve-wracking.
"If today was the first day of class then yesterday must be the assigning of the dorms. That means my clothes are already here and I've already introduced myself to my dormmates."
"I don't remember anything and I am a Class-A student. Shouldn't I get a dorm of my own?"
"Ah well, whatever. Time to crash. I feel sleepy."
⟐ The next day.
The sun's early morning lights emitted a comforting warmth as it positioned on Lyle Class' face.
He woke up to the mumblings and quiet chatter.
Unbeknownst to him, his dormmates shortly arrived after he slept. The three of them stopped then stopped their chatter.
It was already early morning. The alarm clock next to him displayed the time. 8:14 AM. Class starts at 8:30 AM. No matter what he did, he was going to be late.
"Senior Cass." One of his dormmates spoke up.
A young meek student, wearing rounded eyeglasses. His face was covered with freckles while his hair was black and wavy.
"The head dorm administrator said that you were mistakenly appointed in this room. You're supposed to have a dorm room of your own. We asked around like you've said."
Lyle blankly stared at the trio, they were all avoiding his gaze by staring at the floor. No one was looking at him in the eye. A confusing development.
"Y-yeah. Thank you." (For a second. I thought he was a nerdy girl.)
The bespectacled young man was surprised upon hearing the gratitude. The same could be said for the two young students behind him. Already wearing their uniforms.
"They're looking into the error and they'll have you transferred to your own dorm room in a month."
The tone was fearful yet respectful. Lyle wracked his head, coming to one single conclusion.
(This Lyle Cass guy must've been an asshole. Ordering a bunch of students to do his bidding. If I've to guess, these three must be in Class C or lower.)
Lyle nodded his head again, thanking and telling them to leave since they were going to be late. The trio were surprised yet again but instantly accepted, rushing outside to go to their class.
"Poor saps."
⟐ Forty minutes later.
Lyle was now in an open field, behind the school.
The school's grounds were massive, encompassing a whole forest and mountain. It was also the first time that Lyle had seen the architecture of the school.
It was massive, a behemoth. A castle and a fort combined hardly justified it. In the distance were awes and clapping, squinting his eyes, he spotted his classmates.
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An explosion echoed across the clearing followed by audible murmurs and whispering. Mary Anne Grace had effortlessly defeated a training golem. Her prowess in full display.
A rapier sheathed in her hilts as Mary walked past the awed crowd.
Madame Cassie Cydonia and another instructor clapped their hands in unison at the dashing display.
"She'll dominate both the martial and magical tournament." The teacher added.
"No doubt and when will it take place again?" The instructor agreed.
"Early December."
Sensing that the crowd of students were getting rowdy. Madame Cassie released a torrent of hostile intent, instantly erasing their cheers while a lone figure in the distance caught her eye.
It was Lyle Cass. The schedule delinquent and they were tardy again.
Madame Cassie clicked her tongue but ignored him. Thinking that the student deserved another chance, some leniency since the classes just started.
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Lyle Cass tapped at one of his classmate's shoulders. A male student wielding a large silver staff with an icy orb placed at the top.
"What's this aptitude test about?" He asked, smiling.
"It's you... you're late again. Madame Cassie won't take kindly to your tardiness. Just so you know."
The reply wasn't what Lyle expected.
"We have standards here in Class A-1 yet you're acting like you're from section two or three. We're this country's top-talented students. Please, act like it."
(Who the fuck do you think you are you fucking piece of shit to talk to me like that!?)
Lyle thought, grating his teeth yet forcing a polite expression.
"The aptitude test is about testing our capabilities in our martial or magical skills. The test consists of you trying to deactivate the training golem by any means necessary."
"I am Swift Hailen, the sole son of the noble Hailen family. You remember that." Swift Hailen turned his back, uninterested in continuing the conversation any further.
Lyle Cass intensely grated his teeth together, eyes almost bulging, and fists clenching at the audacity of the young smug noble.
(You little piece of shit. You're lucky I am committed to roleplaying.)
"I am next!" A loud voice declared, stepping forward and facing the golem.
(Oh I remember this. I forgot the name of that student but he is a talented summoner. He summoned a golem, several times stronger than the training golem but lost control of it and Mary along with some students tried to take it down.)
Lyle thought, patting his stomach. He forgot to eat breakfast.
"I better just watch how this goes."