"AAH!"
The startled guild leader's head whipped around at the loud thud and the pained scream that immediately followed.
So did nearly every other first-year's.
One cadet had just slammed face-first into the ground.
"?!"
A senior cadet was already sailing over him.
Apparently, the older student had deliberately planted a foot against the unsuspecting freshman's back and used him as a stepping stone to propel himself toward the newly opened doors!
The unfortunate first-year hit the floor hard, groaning in pain.
And the senior?
He didn't even look back.
If anything, the bastard looked amused.
The surrounding freshmen stared in horror.
Then, almost instinctively, several of them turned toward Vice Principal March.
"…"
Surely he was going to say something.
Surely that wasn't allowed.
But much to their surprise, the normally uptight Vice Principal remained completely expressionless.
Though internally?
Wesley March was screaming.
But what exactly was he supposed to do?!
