Unhurried steps reverberate through the empty corridors of the academy towards a destination Kurasame had never thought possible to see in the first place. Even though the classroom designated to Class Zero is no different than any other classroom to his knowledge, there is an undeniable interest in knowing who it was opened for— given that only one person is part of it. Bereft of anything exciting in a life marked with dull days and the incapacity to rest well upon being made aware that from now on cadets will partake in the war, the Ice Reaper of old is minimally glad that he will have a more relevant position from which he can be of better use than just being a mere teacher.
He would be a commander officer to no less than the legendary Class Zero, the class he once aspired to enter, ironically.
Wooden double doors open and close behind him as he walks down the central corridor to the front. He spots the blond mane at the front row of the cadet that would be under his command. Perhaps other commanders may see it as a lost chance of having many more cadets under their command, albeit Kurasame’s thoughts digress. Reaching the front of the classroom right before the podium, the man turns and his eyes land on the boy for a few silent seconds to analyze him in person. Frail as his body composition may look, his calm and quiet demeanor hides a coldness and acute perceptive nature that gives off the vibe of not letting down his guard. Interesting.
❝This is our first meeting. I am now your commander officer, Kurasame. As of this moment, you are under my command. The authorization came directly from the head of the Sorcery Division Arecia Al-Rashia. From now on, you will take part on various missions under my command and whenever you aren’t on assignment, you will stay in this Academy with the rest of the cadets.❞
@seraphichor ❄︎
