The night just fell when a figure entered the city.
It rushed to the East Academy.
Guards surrounded and patrolled the area around the East Academy, preventing curious souls and, even more importantly, reporters from approaching.
Swoosh!
The figure passed through the patrol effortlessly; they couldn't even detect him.
Thud!
He froze as he landed in the academy's yard, the remains of the battle still visible. Just from the traces, he could see the desperate battle the students fought.
The city guards had already dug out most of the bodies, but with his keen senses, he could still smell the lingering scent of blood in the air.
Swoosh!
The late spring wind blew, carrying unique chillness.
The figure's tattered clothes flapped. The sleeve on the left arm went up, revealing a mechanical arm. The figure walked barefoot, his feet dirty, while his afro hair went up, never combed.
Branches with birds sitting on them stuck from the hair.
"BANEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
BOOM!
