The academy was vast, but at the same time it was quite small to contain the absurdity of everything happening every day.
Since the cadets were still at an age where gossip thrived, they tended to form cliques. And in a place like that, rumors spread quickly. Ten minutes was all it took for word to get around this morning's events.
"…Do you think that instructor will be alright?"
"Who knows?"
"I heard from the upper classmen that the guy has a few screws loose in his head."
"You can mess with the Principal, but not him?"
The commoner department's cadets sighed, clearly anxious.
They were uneasy about the instructor assigned to teach them during this grace period.
Grace period.
A period given to newly enrolled people who enter through their own talent to have a chance to catch up with nobles who will enter next.
Around a month is all you have to catch up until nobles start beating you till you're sore.
