The first day of classes passed faster than Trafalgar expected.
It was fairly chill, almost normal, which made it feel stranger than it should have. Second year had begun, but nothing dramatic happened. No sudden attack, strange announcement or assassin waiting on a rooftop or sea beast dragging him into the depths.
For once, the academy acted like an academy.
Trafalgar saw the professors he would have this year, and most of them were the same ones from the year before. That was good. He already knew how they worked, which ones were annoying, which ones were tolerable, and which ones were actually worth listening to.
This year, however, he no longer had the optional class from first year.
