Chapter 12

August's POV

"Ok, tomorrow you will be joining the higher year for weapon yielding," Prof. promised us. Banks.

He is teaching us how to yield a sword. We were all struggling because the weight of the sword made us want to let it go. But soon we seem to be getting used to it, but I'm sure that my arm will handle it. I hope after this Johnny Bravo doesn't size my arm.

"Why is it, sir?" A male classmate of mine whose name I remember was Trex asked. Just like a T-Rex, right?

"So you will see how good they are at yielding swords. You can be like them when the time comes." Prof answered us.

So it's like we're watching for inspiration. It was a nice idea.

"Wow, we can go to the higher year area." Yuwe made a dumb promise as if his eyes were still shining with so much excitement.

What now? "Oh." I just answered.

It looked at me and its aura was beast mode. It's like I can't handle it, that's my only reaction. "Let me educate you. Visiting higher years is a privilege because the Royals are the