Leon was also the Hero of Light, his pride would not allow him to ignore the insult, to accept being called an insect without a fight.
His fingers curled into a tight fist, his stance firming.
'The fight for Rank 1 will not be easy.'
But that only steeled his resolve further.
Backing down was never an option.
The silence in the classroom was broken by the steady rhythm of footsteps against the floor, the soft yet distinct sound reverberating through the air.
Every head instinctively turned, their focus shifting to Mira and Zog—the beastmen, who had chosen to leave first.
One by one, students began filing out of the classroom, their footsteps a scattered rhythm, marking their slow yet inevitable departure.
After everything that had unfolded, there was no longer a reason to stay—the battle of words had concluded, the tension lingering but directionless, and so they chose to leave.
