Chapter 370 How much blood on our hands?

Chapter 370 How much blood on our hands?

Walking through the Pagna academy, it felt different for the students compared to the first time. There were still the shops, the local families that lived in the area just outside the main academy.

When looking at them continuing their lives, it was the first time where the students felt so apart from the rest of the world.

They had just been through torture, they had been through large amounts of loss, forced to fight against their own teammates, kids that were the same age as them, and everyone else was just living a normal life.

The life of a Pagna warrior was meant to be one of prestige, one of great honor. They could hold their head up high as they were the ones that had chosen it. Chosen this cruel path.

So why didn't they feel that way, rather than a part of the clans or a part of the upper world of the warriors, instead they felt like they were just tools that could be chucked to the side at any moment, it was just that they were useful ones right now.

As they entered the main academy, the students were now walking on the large courtyard that split the three headband group areas. It felt extremely empty compared to before, quiet.

Dame could feel the tense feeling in the air.

'The academy had to know the risks, and usually since there are so few that survive, they can treat them as the chosen ones, as the Heroes.'

'At the same time, they would feel as if they had been taken out of that hell by the academy and they were their saviors.'

'However, more had survived than they had expected for one. Those that knew they were weaker than others like Tinson and his group had managed to survive and they knew they weren't the strongest.'

'They didn't feel like the chosen ones, and the one that had saved them all in the end, was none other than Raze. For nearly all of those that had survived this assessment, their loyalty is more with Raze than the Academy. They had made a bad move, and they haven't even realized it yet.'

The ten students, still not having changed out of their clothes, most of them covered in blood, had finally reached the main building of the academy. They stood there looking straight ahead at the balcony, the same balcony when they had first arrived at the academy.

The sight was completely different compared to how it was before. For one, it felt like there were more teachers than students that were present.

For a second, Mada glanced at Raze.nove(l)bi(n.)com

'This is what you want to go up against Raze, I understand how you feel. I'm angry too, but it's impossible. Look at the academy, look at everything around us, we ten students can't do anything.'

"Yes, I got close enough to assess their power," Amir replied. "Ricktor seems to have reached the fifth stage, while many of the other students have reached the fourth stage."

"The result of the assessment has been better than we expected."

"And what about the White Dragon, it appears that you have avoided his name for a particular reason?"

Amir didn't answer immediately, instead he paused and waited and then asked a question of his own.

"You asked me to gather more students to have another entry for the academy. This has never been done before, are you planning to do the same again?"

Murkel didn't answer but his lack of an answer was an answer in Amir's eyes.

"How many sir, how many dead children's blood will be spilt on our hands?" Amir asked.

"As many as it takes," Murkel replied. "As many lives as it takes so we can protect everything we have, now my question."

There was a small flicker of intensity, of energy, that Amir felt for a second.

"The White Dragon, I believe he has managed to reach the 6th stage, but there was a problem. Feebie was unable to contain her anger and has damaged his throat. The Qi inside him ruptured more than that I think."

"He seems to have a problem with his breathing."

Immediately Murkel shook his head.

"Send the best physicians to see that he gets better. Feebie also needs to be punished for what she has done. We might have now just lost our golden star in all of this."

"I will sir," Amir said bowing down, but when he raised his head he had one more question to ask. "And if the physicians are unable to heal him, then what will you do with him?"

"We have no use for a cripple," Murkel answered. "We will just get rid of him."