Most of the students practicing martial arts exchanged bewildered looks, so stunned by the sheer amount of information in Josen and Bang's conversation that even their movements began to lose form.
Of course, not everyone was distracted.
Every last member of the class committee was essentially focused on their own training.
That included a certain cross-dresser who was stealing glances at a handsome guy.
Okamaitachi: That would be me!
(๑♥ε❤๑)
Among the remaining students, two upright figures still showed no sign of wavering.
Both wore white martial arts uniforms and had short black hair. The difference was that one wore a green watermelon helmet, while the other wore square, black-framed glasses.
Both knew full well what a martial arts master's instruction meant to ordinary heroes like themselves.
So, regardless of what happened around them, they maintained their punching stances and movements, following the methods and key points Bang had taught them to correct their previously flawed ways of generating power. They seemed wholly absorbed in their training.
When their eyes occasionally met, they merely exchanged slight nods before returning to their own practice.
It was the appreciation that people with perseverance felt when they saw the same quality in others.
The other students wanted to continue training, but Josen's words had left them utterly unable to calm down.
What was that?
A credit system?
Rewards upon graduation, too?
Hiss-
It hadn't even been half a day since the death quota system, and now he was throwing another new concept at them!
(ಥ▽ಥ)
Although no one spoke, Bang's ears still twitched slightly, immediately picking up how the powerful, whistling gusts inside the hall had become weak and disordered.
"Ahem, ahem, ahem!"
The old man had recently been cultivating his temperament. His surface persona, Silver Fang, had grown even more accomplished, while