After a long lunch, Gray finally managed to slip away from those annoying pests.
The moment he stepped out of sight, the strange glow inside his eyes faded as he cancelled the magic that created the hypnotic rings.
He didn't like them much.
Currently, he was walking back to the training grounds since he didn't want to waste such precious time doing nothing.
But then...
"HEY, YOU!"
A loud voice echoed from behind him.
Gray didn't even bother to turn around. He continued walking like the air itself were more important.
"BASTARD! I'M TALKING TO YOU!"
The shout was filled with anger, pride, and wounded ego.
Gray finally stopped.
He stared ahead for a moment, exhaling slowly, before turning his head just a little, only enough so his cold black eyes could see the one who dared to yell.
It was a young man wearing a silver badge on his chest, showing that he belonged to one of the special elite groups.
