"That is all you need to know about the bloodlines." Hayatobi said, his voice carrying a note of finality. He folded his arms, waiting for the information to sink in.
However, as he scanned the room, he saw hesitation. Hands were half-raised, and whispers circulated about the two missing classes on the list. The sheer lack of common sense made a vein throb on his forehead. He moved his gaze on the confused faces before him and yelled, his patience snapping like a dry twig:
"Do you dumbbells expect me to explain Archer and Alchemist Bloodlines to you?!! Are you that stupid?!!!"
The roar echoed off the walls of the Grand Classroom, making the students flinch in their seats. The answer was obvious—Archers shot arrows, and Alchemists made potions. It was universal knowledge, yet they wanted to be spoon-fed.
Terrified of angering their instructor further, the class scrambled to respond.
