Principal Leyman: "Next, Class 2-B, headed by Mrs. Haldeen! I have a delightful pair of twins to introduce today. Come forward, both of you.

Fana: "Hi! I'm Fana! I'm 13 and a half."

Reggie: "'Sup everyone~ the name's Reggie and I'm also 13 and a half."

Fana: "Obviously Reggie. We're twins!"

Reggie: "Oh yeah~ Hahaha!"

Traces of chuckling could be seen or heard from the crowd - clearly in response to the twins' words. Their bright, yet contrasting personalities and lovable charm appealed to the masses.

-The parents fell in love with their silly back and forth banter.

-The students equally fell in love with the young twins' hyper- vs -stubborn combo – The girls' natural conversations almost feel like stand up comedy.

-The hater reporter herself, the same one that became talk of Herotopia for her blatant attacks on Hero High, also found herself unnaturally blushing from their silly comments and cute ways of including the audience into their routine – like discussion.

And while they spoke...

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{A few moments ago... Teacher gathered us up. I originally thought he would use his super handy teleport ability... until he told us to run.}

Noel: "...Hey.."

Ophelia: "Um...teacher..can't you just-"

Mr. Abrams: "No. running is helpful, ESPECIALLY for non-combatant brats like you that plan on entering a battlefield yet only running away and aiding the wounded. Run, run like your lives depend on it until we get there!"

Noel: "...*mumbles* I can't believe you're making a 12 year old run for his life. Wouldn't the reporters attack this school if they found out..."

Rise: "Stop complaining about a little jog, moron. Age is no excuse! Where I came from, you'd have to run at least 5 miles by 10 years old in 20 minutes. That's every mile in 4 minutes!"

Noel already didn't really like this guy, and now he was bullying him?

{Hmph, who cares how slow you are! The WHOLE entire point of my speaking is to appear like a normal kid! Brother said most kids normally complain about having to jog or exercise, and warned me not to act seriously or threaten people. Obviously, that means Aeron is suggesting for me to 'blend in'! Complaining is a normal thing to do so I'll complain! Just like normal people...!}

Mr. Abrams: "Oh? Where did you live before this, Rise? I believe the school was told you lived close by."

Rise: "...I ….uh, did. It's just, err, people in my old neighborhood liked to spartan train their children....all of them."

Mr. Abrams: "...(...Come up with a better... haah. Another brat to keep an eye out for. I knew it. I was given the worst class, for sure.)"

10 minutes soon quickly passed with their group moving from the Assembly Hall, heading to an open field where a stage and some chairs had been set up for everyone.

Aria: "Ophelia, how is your knee holding up? Is it okay?"

Ian: "Yeah, my bandages are still fine, right?"

Ophelia: "Yeah, they're perfectly fine. Thanks, you both, for asking."

A series of blushes and laughter followed these three, while Oliviera complained non-stop about her organs failing.

Oliviera: "HEHH... HEHH... HEHH... SOMEBODY...CARRY ME!!!"

Aly: "Bitch no. Do the work yourse-"

Oliviera: "Not... you. Somebody....Who.... doesn't look...like they'd drop me!"

Alyandrea: "Are you callin' me weak?!"

Oliviera: "NO... just....UNTRUSTWORTHY!!"

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Wayne: "Sorry Oliviera! I'm having a bit of trouble myself."

Aria: "I - I can't!"

Elijah: "Sorry, Oliviera! Try to tough it out some more!"

Rise: "...No. You could use the run anyways."

Noel: "...I could help-"

Alyandrea: "No, it's alright Noel. She's just being a pain's all. She can keep going."

Oliviera: "Don't...HUFF...speak...for ...HUFF...me...."

Ian: "...You're not HONESTLY expecting an answer from me, right? Because the answer's a definite no."

Oliviera: "...HUFF....HUFF...No, I'll...HUFF...HUFF...probably squish you."

Ian: "Grrr, don't make fun of me! At least I'm-"

Oliviera: "Ophelia... Ophelia please, as fellow girls with 'O' names. SAVE ME WITH YOUR STRONG AND EXTREMELY WELL DEVELOPED MUSCLES!"

Ophelia: "Sorry, but I can't. My knees are injured and I can barely do this jog myself.

Oliviera: "..."

Mr. Abrams: "You know... the more you talk, the greater your fatigue will be. Keep talking, and you'll get tired much quicker. Oh...looks like we're almost there."

It was a rather straight run after making only a single diagonal turn. Yet, another 2 minutes had just passed before they were forced to stop. Blocking their advance, was an old man, and two boys.

The happiest with this turn of events, of course, was Oliviera.

Oliviera: "Oh thank the Gods above! Ahahaha, Hahahaha....... uuu......uuwaaah!! I never thought I'd miss feeling the soft grass!"

Ian: "...Poor grass."

Oliviera: "Hey! Watch it shrimpie! I have a blog with 20K followers and I'm not afraid to use it against you!"

?: "Professor Abrams! I finally found you! Hohoho!"

A wily old man with an arched back strode on over extremely slowly using his cane with a pair of kids in tow. One appeared yawning, as if to make his sleepiness apparent. The other...only had a distinct observation for everything in his sight.

He appeared to be curious about everything surrounding him. Be it about the uniquely-colored birds, the flying children that were being dragged down by a teacher equally capable of flight, or even the magic runes inscribed into the wall – he was constantly asking questions to the poor, tired boy that could only take it while exuding an occasional yawn.

Following afterwards, the questioner would give out a judgmental comment or two before turning his attention on something new, while the answerer cursed their slow pacing for making him even more tired, which in turn forced him to put up with his classmate's inquiries.

Mr. Abrams: "Ah, Mr. Reeds! Did you get the Principal's update already? And why are you the one bringing these two children to me and not the other two, Mrs. Haldeen or Mr. Pierce?"

Mr. Reeds. "It's precisely because Principal Leyman had reached out to me, that I was notified to my... change in status. He also told me I'd be meeting up with you shortly, and for me to bring these two instead of the teachers they were with because of the Assembly running ahead of schedule."

Mr. Abrams: "That fool, he should've just had the woman come next year instead! This year was supposed to be your chance to fulfill your daughter's-?"

Mr. Reeds: "Yes, well...hohoho.. we can't always get what we want. More than anything, I just... wish to help the future generation's promising seeds sprout into wonderful buds, rather than suppressed, beaten-down ones."

Mr. Abrams: "..."

Mr. Reeds: "HAHA! Don't look at me like that, Mr. Abrams. I'm perfectly fine without it. It was a silly little dream the two of us had, that's all. In fact, It may prove to be a form of release."

Mr. Abrams: "...If you're already resolved, then who am I to stop you. Kids, listen up! This here's Mr. Reeds, he will be your second homeroom teacher assigned to Class 3-C. My assistant."

Were they listening though?

Well...some were. Mainly Elijah and Noel.

Wayne and Ian were busy trying to 'pull' Oliviera up by her hands while Alyandrea pushed her from behind... all due to her claiming she couldn't stand anymore.

Ian: "See...HRRRK...I'll. Prove...MMMPH...to you now..! I...HEEEEENG...am...not...WEAK~!"

Wayne: "Nice resolve, Ian! HMPH! We just...need.. to...try harder! We...can do this!"

Oliviera: "That's right, try harder! You can't just NOT lift me up after offering to! Ian! Grrr, switch with somebody stronger! Even that skinny girl with glasses might be better!...I mean.... maybe... maybe not."

Alyandrea: "Hnnnng! Hnnn! Girl you weigh a ton! Lose some.....Hnnnng! Weeeiiiighttt!!"

Oliviera: "I did! That run just nowww owowow! IAN! THAT HURTS! You're pulling my arm!"

Ian: "Hrrrrk! I'M SUPPOSED TO!"

Ophelia: "Um....Maybe I should hel-"

Aria: "Nope! Take care of your knees first. The teachers can lift her if nobody else can."

Oliviera: "Hey! I heard that! What do you mean IF NO ONE ELSE CAN?!"

Alyandrea: "Pffft- Wait... stop...don't say things that'll make me...laugh..."

Elijah: "Haah, what a wonderfully strange few years this will be..."

Mr. Reeds: "Hohohoho~ What fun children we have been assigned to. Maybe this will be worth it after all. Hohoho!"

Mr. Abrams: "..."

…

Leos.

Leos was told by Mr. Reeds to keep the sleepy classmate of his awake. Unsure of what to do, or even how to behave around strangers, he struggled at first, before remembering that promise with Rebeccah - one where he vowed to her that he'd make the same kind of effort she was making to move forward.

Leos, immediately surging with a renewed resolve, decided to use this opportunity to learn more about this strange world he'd been torn away from. He'd notice things he knew nothing about, and ask questions.

He wasn't stupid. Even if he didn't really have a proper method of communicating with others, he could easily handle a task that required him to both IMPROVE that fault of is, and almost concurrently keep the tired classmate's attention focused elsewhere.

The solution Leos devised?

…

He chose to play the "21 Questions" game, albeit a little altered.

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