"Was she crying?" Deebt stared intently at the tear.
Maybe he was overthinking it, even if she had cried, what did it matter?
"Why would she cry? It can't be that she loves me.Hae, it can't be." Deebt thought for a moment, then nodded.
A sarcastic smile appeared on his face.
He took a sip of his coffee and stared at the distant clouds in the sky.
Deebt was lost in his thoughts, he pushed aside his questions about Milly and began to think about the future.
The future was unclear to him, even though he had returned from it, he had gained nothing but a sense of maturity.
His speech, his movements, his thoughts, all were more composed. He felt slightly different, yet at the same time, he felt he hadn't changed.
This was something he would acquire over time, and it was also something built upon his current personality and his childhood.
"Status" said Deebt, looking at the black screen with white text appearing before him.
[Name: Deebt Jacks.]
[Age: 17 years.]
[Health: Full.]
"Information."
[Strength: 15.]
[Stamina: 12.]
[Agility: 13.]
[Speed: 9.]
[Intelligence: 21.]
[Number of lines: 0.]
[Talent: Night.]
[Ability: None.]
[Ability development: 0%.]
[Weapon: None.]
'Did I waste all this potential just because I wanted to be an employee? Was my future really that bleak? Maybe, but it's definitely uncertain.' Deebt thought, looking intently at everything written before him.
He felt a little anger toward himself, a mix of anger and gratitude toward the thing that had sent him back to the past without any information, it had only restored his personality.
'I'll really figure this out, just wait.' Deebt decided firmly and resolutely that he would uncover exactly what had happened to him.
Deebt rose from his chair and headed to the trash can to throw away the coffee can, then headed back to his class.
The high school was ordinary, designed like any other high school, but the training and combat halls were excellent, in addition to good coaches and modern equipment.
The academy stood out for another important reason: its principal, Ayur Tab.
The principal was truly formidable, one of the few humans with the Night talent, and he ranked second in the world.
But he was an enigma, he never appeared in the media, on TV, or in advertisements.
No one knew why he chose to be the principal of an ordinary high school.
He could have been at the Sunset or Sunrise Academy if he'd wanted to, he could have been a general in the government army, he could even have founded his own academy, or perhaps joined Twilight or Horizon.
The more Deebt thought about the principal, the stranger he felt, he resembled him in some way.
Deebt, too, had initially wanted to be an employee, and there was a reason for that, but he would have let his potential gather dust.
The principal was like him, he chose to be a principal instead of leveraging his potential to achieve greater and more significant accomplishments.
Deebt approached the classroom, there were about five minutes left before the second period began, but before he could enter, a familiar voice called out to him.
"Deebt."
Deebt looked back, the hallway was full of students, but he noticed Jazz coming toward him. After all, Deeb and Jazz were the same height, 189 centimeters.
"Jazz, what's up?" Deebt spoke as soon as Jazz approached him.
"Nothing major, but let's start learning to fight after class in the training area, then at 4 a.m. every day." Jazz said with a calm smile on his face.
"Okay, that sounds good, let's do it. Go to your class now." Deebt seemed satisfied with what Jazz had said and nodded several times in agreement.
"Huh? You actually agreed. There's something strange about you, bro, but that's actually good for you." Jazz spoke in a sarcastic tone and then left.
"What a pain in the neck. What's so strange about me?" Deebt muttered to himself aloud as he entered the classroom.
His face was scowling as he thought, and he didn't notice that the eyes of everyone in the classroom were on him.
Deebt sat down in his seat and waited quietly.
That's when he noticed that most of the stares were directed at him, some were whispering softly, and it was clear they were talking about him.
'Really annoying, I was sure all the attention would be on me.' Deebt thought as he turned his gaze back to the door.
Knock, knock, knock.
The sound of heels echoed through the room.
A beautiful woman with shiny, wavy black hair entered. Her body was like a doll's, and her skin glowed white, but what set her apart were her eyes… She was blind.
She was a famous professor.
Miss Wenz Mar.
She wasn't blind in the literal sense, but what she saw was not what an ordinary person sees.
She could see spirits, the essence of every person present within her line of sight.
She could see and read the spirit.
Miss Wenz looked at everyone.
No one underestimated this woman, every time it was her turn, they were amazed when she looked at them.
"Hello everyone, I'm glad everyone is here except for Milly Hamilton." Her voice was enchanting, everyone could hear it clearly in their ears. Miss Wenz didn't even need to read the list of names, she had never read it, yet she knew everyone's names.
Deebt looked at this woman in awe for a moment, her presence was overwhelming.
'Milly isn't here? I didn't even notice.' Milly wasn't at the seat next to him, he hadn't paid any attention.
He'd walked into the classroom and didn't want to speak to her in any way.
"Does anyone know where she is?" Miss Wenz asked in a gentle voice.
But before anyone could answer, everyone heard a knock on the classroom door.
Knock, knock.
Miss Wenz opened the door, Milly was standing there, looking as if she were lost in thought.
"Milly, what's wrong?" Miss Wenz's tone was calm and reassuring.
"I'm fine, Miss Wenz. I just came to get my things, I don't feel well, so I'm going home to rest. I spoke with the nurse before coming here." Milly explained in a voice devoid of any emotion.
"Alright, you can get your things." Miss Wenz gestured for her to come in.
Milly walked across the classroom, reached her seat, gathered her things, and left without looking at anyone.
Deebt noticed her eyes were red, she had indeed been crying.
But did he feel guilty? No.
Deebt didn't think of it that way either, he never understood why he felt annoyed by her whenever he saw her.
This only happened after he returned from the future, and he also felt that his feelings were unclear.
So he didn't feel guilty, what she felt about him had nothing to do with him.
Everyone had their own feelings, everyone was selfish.
That was natural.
But people considered hurting someone else's feelings to be wrong.
'What's wrong with being selfish? Isn't that natural?' Deebt thought about it.
When he went into town after crossing the bridge, he noticed people's behavior, they were selfish and cared only about themselves, their conversations, their movements… everything reflected that.
…
Milly left high school, her steps felt heavy.
'Why did that fool's words affect me?' Milly thought.
She wasn't looking ahead at all, her focus was on the ground where she had stopped when that question crossed her mind.
She knew that Deebt loved her…
Or had loved her.
He had changed overnight.
It wasn't that he had become a different person, but Milly felt he had become more profound.
She and Deebt had always been in the same class since they were little, sometimes Jazz was with them, and sometimes he wasn't.
Deebt was always talking to her, and Jazz had assured her that Deebt was a man of few words.
Even Milly knew that, he didn't talk much to anyone, didn't participate in gatherings, and had no friends.
He was strange, but his strangeness was genuine.
Milly lifted her head and continued on her way, perhaps Deebt's words had hurt her.
But she felt that things were fine as they were, even though she had never admitted it to him, Milly loved him too.
…
After classes ended, Deebt left his classroom and headed to Jazz's.
Jazz was surrounded by a group of young men and women, he was very sociable.
Deebt stood by the wall and waited for Jazz to finish talking with them, he was always like that, he never stopped talking when he was in a group.
But Deebt knew something else, Jazz wasn't just a useless chatterbox, he was exploring.
His behavior was highly analytical.
Jazz was talking to one of the girls when he noticed Deebt standing by the wall.
He waved to him, then apologized to the girl and walked over.
"Brother, it's good to have you here. Let's go to the gym." Jazz said enthusiastically as he walked down the stairs.
They passed through the high school grounds and arrived at a massive building, the size of a football field, with a unique architectural design that resembled a turtle shell, though it was tall, divided into four floors.
The two entered through the door, students were allowed to come here at any time, so the guard didn't stop them from entering.
Once inside, they found a vast, divided space.
A large sign hung before them, indicating the areas for physical training, martial arts training, recreation and mind games, and recovery.
The building has been divided into these four sections.
The first floor housed the physical training area, featuring a realistic running track, a massive pool where water density could be controlled, and special gravity chambers. There were also two weightlifting training rooms, the first was traditional, while the second was distinguished by sensors that corrected your posture and provided ideal weights for each person, allowing them to reach perfect muscle failure during their workouts…
The second floor featured combat arenas and sections dedicated to every type of martial art, with instructors ready to guide and train students. There were also combat programmed robots that provided experience to students and allowed them to identify their weaknesses…
The third floor was dedicated to recreation and mental games, where students were mentally trained in various fields.
As for the fourth floor, it was the recovery center.
Deebt looked around, there were many people there, second and third year students. The first year students were not present, as they were still being taught the basics and would not be allowed access to the gym until their second year.
The second years came here to access the third floor, very few were actually training, as the second year focused on developing students' mental and analytical abilities.
There were a lot of students, some were in groups and others were on their own.
As for the third year, they were allowed to do everything, it was their third year, and the high school was required to strengthen them appropriately and ensure that the knowledge they received in the first and second years was put into practice in the third year.
"Let's go, brother. We're heading to the physical training section." said Jazz, pointing to where they were going.
The two of them headed toward the double doors leading into the physical training section.
Deebt had been here before, but he always ran away.
"You know what the first thing we're going to do today, brother? It's going to be just one thing." said Jaz in a strange tone.
"What?" Deebt asked him.
"Testing your physical limits… You've never trained before, so I need to know your limits." A smile spread across Jazz's face.
"Hide that stupid smile off your face. What do I do first? Running?" Deebt asked.
"Hmm, yeah. Let's change our clothes first, then we'll get started." The smile vanished from Jazz's face.
Deebt and Jazz headed to the changing room, and training began shortly after.
Deebt didn't complain at all, he knew that learning to fight starts with physical training.
He didn't go to any of the instructors, he could have simply gone to the second floor and asked for advice, but he felt it wouldn't help him.
His brother had been through the same experience, if he'd wanted to, he could have told him to go to the second floor and ask for advice, but he didn't.
Deebt felt his brother was mocking him a little, but he didn't pay it much mind, Jazz was always having a good time.
Running, weightlifting, push ups, endurance training, swimming… Deebt had done a lot of exercises in the past two hours.
The smell of sweat was wafting from him.
Deebt looked at his body, he was completely drenched in sweat.
Jazz looked at his exhausted brother.
He wasn't sure of Deebt's stamina, and he didn't want to ask him about his information.
But he knew that Deebt would surpass even the best students in his class.
Although the first and second years didn't see much improvement in the students' information for various reasons, including their age, and because that was simply the system in place, the principal had ultimately decided it.
As for the third year, although the students' information had increased slightly, since the beginning of the year was packed with the subjects they would study upon entering the academies and their training had been minimal, the last four months were different.
There were now three months left until the end of the year, but training and combat were the foundation of the final stretch, pushing the students to their absolute limits.
'Maybe I'm ahead of you in information, brother, but you'll catch up to me very quickly. We have the same talent, but there's a big difference even among talents.' Jazz thought as he looked at his brother.
He had been training too, so he felt tired as well.
Jazz looked at Deebt again.
He knew that Deebt's desire to change his major was a good idea, he would have wasted his potential if he'd insisted on becoming an office worker.
"Brother, here." Jazz tossed a water bottle to Deebt.
Deebt opened it immediately and drank it all.
"Brother, from now on, our time after school will be for physical training, and early in the morning we'll learn martial arts and combat." Jazz's expression was serious.
"Alright, we'll do that." Deebt smiled slightly as he agreed with his brother.