As the onlookers outside discussed the Wood Clone that had walked out, anxious voices rang out from beyond the crowd.
"Make way, make way...!"
"Hmm? Who is it? Even watching a show requires lining up. Are you in such a hurry to reincarnate?"
The people at the outermost edge turned around impatiently, wanting to see who was so shameless that they even wanted to cut in line to watch the excitement.
But when they saw what was happening, their eyes widened, and they muttered unconsciously.
"Fuck! What the hell is going on??"
A group of people carrying stretchers came running anxiously toward Training Hall 11, led by several Martial University instructors.
"Can't you fucking understand human speech? What are you all crowding around here for? Move aside, now!"
When Abe Jiro saw so many people gathered in front of the hall, his face darkened. His precious son was lying unconscious inside, yet these students still dared to stand around and watch.
"Don't crowd around here. Go do whatever you should be doing!"
Abe Taro was more rational. He shouted sternly, though he was anxious as well. Still, these were merely students watching the commotion, and they did not know what had happened inside. He could not blame them.
Upon hearing the two men, the students' expressions changed, and they quickly cleared a path.
However, they did not leave as Abe Taro had told them to. They continued watching from the side, dying to know what was happening in the training hall. Even if the principal came today, he would not stop them from watching the show.
Abe Taro could not be bothered with them. As long as he could get inside, that was enough. He immediately led the group charging in.
"Oh? Pretty fast. Don't worry, it's not that serious.