The final class passed relatively peacefully—if you could call occasional deliberate bumps, spit from behind, and other minor taunts peaceful. But compared to the usual torture I endured, this was a breeze.
Surprisingly, Yukie and her gang didn't bother me at all. They seemed satisfied after tormenting me earlier, or perhaps they were too focused on preparing for the exam that was supposedly coming up soon.
After three months of skipping school, I had fallen behind on a lot of theoretical and practical material. But I didn't really care. This academy's focus was on forging strong Hunters, so most lessons were practical: weapon training, dungeon exploration, monster-killing techniques, and the like.
Academic grades? Graduation? Not my concern. I came back here with only one goal: revenge.
My gaze shifted to Yukie. She was still the same—perfectly beautiful with a deadly cold aura. She and her four friends were currently ignoring me.
