When the students had returned to their dorms, rather than focusing on reading the new literature they had in their hands, many of them were talking about what had taken place. They had to because it wasn't an everyday occurrence that happened.
"Did you see one of the students? He was as white as a ghost."
"Yeah, do you think it's true about what they said, about him using demonic techniques."
"Ah, I heard about it as well, my clan master was talking about it."
"Wait, if he's using demonic techniques, is that what he used on the student? How is he even in the academy still? Even if he's strong, they can't put that much hope onto him."
"Well, he might have been raised in the Dark Faction but just learned a demonic cultivation technique," another student added in. "He is a no-name after all; he could have just picked up some books from a merchant. You know they just sell anything, and a no-name wouldn't know any better."
It wasn't just the regular students either, though. Similar to the other dorms, the Red Headband wearers were split into two floors. One for the second and one for the first-year students, but there were only around twenty first year Red Headband students and around fifteen of the second years.
Usually, the second years would still complain about the first years if they tried to go up a level or talk to them. After all, the second years felt like they had earned their place going through everything they had done already.
However, there was a difference this year compared to last year, and that was the main disciples. Due to the clans they came from, the upbringing they had, the main disciples were stronger than the second years, even though they were younger and had come to the academy later.
Which was why, wherever they were, no one complained, and the main disciples were on the second floor, looking down at the rest of the students idly chatting away.
"I heard that crazy bastard took out a student's eye," Lisa commented, one of the main disciples of the Lethal Bite Clan. "I'm not too surprised after what he had done at the academy. I guess you were right; you told us to stay away from him because you knew this was going to happen, right Ricktor?"
"Yeah, right!" Sherry from the Tulip Clan commented. "Ricktor just said that because he didn't want anyone taking his prey. That guy is just going crazy with power now that he beat us; he probably thought he wouldn't get punished for any of this."
"I don't think he will get punished for this," Mada added. "We should stop looking at him as a no-name, and as another Red Headband wearer because that's what he is. If there was a scuffle and they ended up dying, the academy would take the loss.
"Death in the academy has happened before, and it's not an issue for the academy itself; the main problem is what happens outside of the academy because of it, what happens to a student, the clan leaders can get involved.
"That's the main reason why no one touches us, not because they're scared of our strength; they're scared of our families."
The others were a little irritated by Mada's words; it almost sounded like he was calling them all weak. Ever since the event, Mada had been acting differently, and they didn't like it one bit.
"I am more interested in the assessment," Ossep asked. "Ricktor, did you receive any information from your father about this event? It's strange that the teacher would say words like that. It sounded like some type of hint."
Ricktor was leaning over the balcony, and he was looking down at Simyon and his group. He could see them talking and relaxing, settling in nicely. For those that were in a new environment with people far stronger around them, they seemed to be taking it easy.
The main cause of the worries they had now all seemed to just be with Raze. 'Have you been training just as hard as I have, my friend?' Ricktor smiled looking at Simyon.
"To answer your question, I have no clue," Ricktor answered, turning around and leaning against the railing with his arms spread wide apart. "My father isn't like that; he would never tell me anything that would give us an advantage in our current situation.
"However, if the training I went through is anything to go by, and what the teacher said, I have a feeling we might have to be careful about everyone."
With the reminder of the day, students continued to try and grasp the new books they had taken out of the library. Eventually, Raze had returned with no book in hand, and they assumed that this was part of the punishment that he had to face.
Either way, he was back like most predicted. This time when he entered, no one dared to say a word to him, for fear they would be on the receiving end for what had happened last time.
The students were able to grasp the books quicker than before. They needed less time to break down what the words meant in the book, and soon, they were ready to start practicing. That was when Igon had stepped out into the main room.
He looked outside and could see that the sun had just finished setting. Which was the perfect time.
"All of the students that are gathered here, it is time for the next assessment to begin. There will be no explanations to you all. The only thing that you will be allowed to bring with you is anything that is on your body, and the book that you have taken from the library.
"When everyone is ready, we will head off to where we need to be!"
It was time for the second assessment to begin, and the emotions were mixed between students. Some of them were excited for the next task, some were trying to guess what it would be.
While others were nervous, they had noticed the signs the whole way; they could feel the tension in the air and the uneasy look they had on their faces.
