''Oh my god,' Rael blinked. 'I can't even... begin to understand why.'
Rael blinked twice, making sure that what he had written on the sheet was true.
Vergil (King of Blowfish)
Now, why are you writing your title!? Rael's mind and body fought the urge to go over to his seat and scream, but held it in. His handwriting was even worse, to say the least.
Rael's eyes flicked to the title Vergil had given to himself. 'It doesn't suit him...'
Clown.
The principal described him as such. Not because he was funny, he really wasn't. But because of what he hid behind his antics.
It was like watching him perform for the students. Distracting them from something he was trying to hide.
That was the feeling Rael got.
His attention drifted downwards towards Vergil's selected pathways.
Magic and Body cultivation.
'Why do you do this to me, Vergil?'
He picked up his black ball-point pen from the side, writing a small note in the corner.
Discussion needed!
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