Transmigrated as an Extra: Awakening of The Ex‐Class'-Chapter 76 : Preparations for the School Festival Part 1

My eyes opened suddenly, a slight mist, I covered my mind, as if it had just emerged from a dream too deep, the drool would drain from Boca while I late for a few seconds to remember where I was. At some point, I had lying only for a moment ... and I completely lost the notion of time.

A faint blue glow emanated from the floating light stone on my bed, projecting a beautiful dance of lights on the wooden roof. I turned my head towards the shelf next to me. The miniature sand watch slowly spinning the passage of time with light particles suspended in the air. 5:22 a.m.

Curse!

Just and was on time for morning stretching.

I joined quickly, feeling the slight crunch in my whole body, my gaze seemed fixed in the cold stone ground under my bare feet. The place had an aroma of incense and HIBA, it was probably still from the night purification round.

I crossed the room in a few steps opening the door carved with basic protection runes, and headed directly to the bathroom. Upon entering, a warm mist envelope me. The enchanted cyst mirror titled when I recognized, gently turning on with a subtle buzz. The water ran through the silver tap, purified by a constant flow spell.

I looked at a few seconds. Such blue eyes with heavens but with a subtle sadness, they made me look more weak than ever.

I splashed my face with cold water. The immediate release shake my dream. The reflection in the mirror clearly showed my physical condition. Marked dark circles, messy hair, tense look. Nothing that a good dose of determination could not fix ... at least on the outside.

The school festival was just around the corner. The atmosphere in the academy was tense, loaded with emotion and expectation. loaded with emotions and expectations. The pavilions were already adorned with floating banners and spheres of dancing lights that changed color according to the mood of the students who passed close. Each house, every squad, every learning guild was preparing magic, combat, art and alchemy exhibitions. I couldn’t afford to stay behind. Not now.

I can’t give me that luxury. Not now.

Without wasting time, my face dries with your tuallla and in cusetion of second, dsorvio all the humidity, then quickly picked you my uniform and with the first flashes of the sunrise illuminating the academy I went to the gymnsio

***

The serious and metallic sound of the machines resonated strongly in the training room, a constant sound that mixed with the ritmlco click of the anti -rave weight system. Each repetition drained a little more, the magical pressure applied to the muscles was accurate and worse, dialyed not only to strengthen the body but also to temper the flow of inner mana.

Sweat fell through my fron while firmly held floating bars, whose mana nuclei emitted a slight glow, ladinas recorded in it greeted intermittee as the peao adnated to my resistance demanding the maximum in each movement. The rise and low mechanical of the heavy blocks was almost hypnotic, and had a charm that almost impossible to stop.

I looked around among gasps. The flirt was almost empty at the same time. The magical lamps flicked gently on their supports, throwing elongated shadows against the reinforced black stone walls. The majority of students preferred to train at dawn in the fields, where fresh air could accompany the muscular pain that is lowered on four walls, the environment was dense, loaded with the residual energy of so many used spells and so much sweat spilled.

Erwing who always accompanied me at this time still does not return ...

His absence bothered me. He never used to miss training, and less in such important weeks as this. Maybe he was busy with his. Lately, he had been acting weird. Reserved. Hard.

When I finished my routine, my arms trembled, and felt my legs as if they were made of stone. I spent a towel around my neck, still breathing with difficulty, and checked the time marked in the floating glass that hung next to the door: it was time to return to class.

Finish my routine and quickly wear the showers to clean the sweat of my body, load the spare backpack that I had brought and change my uniform and go out for the salon. In the runners, the bustle had already begun to grow. Excited voices, rumors flying from mouth to mouth, even some teachers seemed restless.

"They say something important will be announced today," two first -year apprentices murmured.

A bad feeling crawled through my column. There were many things that could be "important" in an academy that trains warriors: exams, changes of hierarchy ... or the breasury for the school festival, where the school will have its doors to the outer public.

I accelerated the step. Something told me that what was going to happen today would change more than just the classes program.

***

When they arrived at the living room, most students were already in their seats, the atmosphere was quiet although there was a slight stillness in the air as if everyone expected something. The constant murmur of tone descents filled the atmosphere, accompanied by the slight flickering of light lamps floating in the corners, which kept the room perfectly illuminated despite the faint exterior light.

Looking for my usual flirting, a row near the window where I used to sit alone. I slim in the seat as I let out a sigh and passed a hand through my hair still wet after training. My muscles protested a little, but I was used to. What really had me was the feeling that I had been dragging since I left the weight hall.

I don’t spend much time before the door opened suddenly.

The firm taconeo on the marble floor announced its arrival before it showed. His heroic and firm look were from someone who did not accept nonsense and his acute eye is able to cross anyone, Verónica Glass entered, the instructor caresses this class.

His clothes today was very different from the usual one wore a black robe, tight to the body and adorned with golden symbols that moved slightly as if they breathed, waved behind her. Despite his youth, his presence had the weight of a war veteran. No one dared to speak when she was in front.

"Very well, brat," he said in a firm voice, dropping a pile of documents on his delighted desk. As you should know, the school festival will be within four weeks.

A slight murmur is raised among students, accompanied by some emotion expression. The Nova School Festival was not any event. Inspired by the ancient imperial traditions and renewed with the theatrical touch that the unions loved so much, it was an entire day of exhibitions, food stalls, friendly combat challenges and friendly competitions.

"This year, as always," Veronica continued as he traveled with his eyes, "each class must choose a representative who is responsible for reporting the preparations and the organization of the event that showed her class. It can be a game, a play, a magic show, a mourning sand ... whatever they want, as long as it is legal and does not exploit your family’s funds.

Some laughs escaped, although no one dared to do it out loud.

—The class that generates more income during the event will receive a special reward. And no, it is not a stupid badge or formal congratulation, "he added with a tilted smile. I am talking about merit points, priority access to magical resources, and possibly an audience with a tower teacher.

That did capture everyone’s attention.

"So they are better to take it seriously." Choose their leader before the end of the leading class before the end of the class. And I don’t want to see fights in the post ... he said between jokes.

And with that, he sat down, crossing his legs as he leafed through some documents, giving us time to process everything.

The salon stalls in whispers immediately.

Class leader, huh ...? I looked around. Some were already getting up, probable to apply. Others crossed their arms, silently evaluating who would be their best bet. And I ... I wasn’t sure if I cared enough.

One of the students who had risen, a thin boy impeccably uniformed and clear voice, turned to the center of the classroom, for a moment Pemse that would be the first leader candidate. However, what he did next took me completely by surprise.

"I would like to name Erwing as a class leader," he said firmly, causing the murmur in the classroom to go out almost instantly.

All eyes turned to him ... and then towards Erwing, who had just had just entered discreetly through the side door, his mangulated and medium uniform uniform, after training, his humid hair as if he had just left the shower. He stopped, surprised by the mention, but said nothing. Neither a protest, nor a statement. He simply walked to his seat, as if that had nothing to do with him.