New members, old members, same issues

Today is the day when the clubs begin their activities. Isabella and I were summoned by the club's president to attend the first meeting. As expected of a club with a bad reputation, there were barely enough members that allow this gathering to be considered a club.

There were a total of 7, including the members of the third year. The president was a man with scars all over his face. His long and messy hair was giving off the air of a wild animal, he also had a penetrating stare, his red eyes were like sharp knives that seemed to dissect you the longer he looked at you. If anything, I'd say he was what a true hunter must look like.

We were inside a classroom located on the fire grounds. The walls were covered in maps and weapons, there were also piles of books and documents with information about plants and monsters living in the forest, caves, and sea. The skull of a large bear was decorating the door by which we entered the classroom. The yells from the chivalry club could be heard