Night hung heavy over the skies of Akarius—a city that never truly slept. Thin black clouds still loomed above, leaving behind the scent of freshly fallen rain. Neon lights blinked like the city's heartbeat, casting faint, shifting colors on the puddles scattered across the wet streets.
The night breeze whispered softly, slipping through narrow alleys like a secret yet to be revealed.
From the shadows, the sound of leather shoes echoed—steady and calm. A man walked slowly, unhurried. A dark brown coat draped neatly over his frame, paired with a bright green tie that stood out boldly in the darkness of the night.
But what drew the most attention were his eyes: one glowed a radiant violet, the other a deep purple—sharp, as if they had witnessed too many battles that cost too many lives.
His name: Alke.
People knew him as the "FlyingTeacher."
"Flying Teacher"—a strange title to those unfamiliar.
But in Akarius, the title meant one thing: The School Wanderer.
A teacher unbound by any single place.
A teacher who moved from school to school, teaching... and calming the storms.
Alke walked through an alley in District 7, his eyes alert, yet relaxed.
The rain may have stopped, but the unrest in this city was far from gone.
Alke (muttering softly, as if speaking to his own shadow):
"Today’s quiet… too quiet. Usually when it rains at night, one or two students try to sneak out…
But tonight… it’s completely silent."
His hand gripped a pitch-black phone tightly—a secret device with a biometric recognition system accessible only to the Flying Teacher.
The screen showed nothing. Silent.
Suddenly, from the darkness, came a metallic clink—followed by a click—the sound of a trigger Alke recognized in a fraction of a second.
Someone emerged from the alley’s corner—wearing black armor, a blank metal mask, and holding a silenced pistol. No words spoken.
BANG!
The gunshot shattered the silence like a knife slicing through fabric.
Alke staggered.
Blood soaked the side of his coat.
Alke (smirking bitterly, still on his feet):
"Heh… I should’ve known. There’s no such thing as a quiet night in this city..."
His steps halted.
The black phone slipped from his hand, falling into a puddle, spinning slowly—its screen facing the night sky.
His body collapsed.
The mysterious figure approached. Moving carefully, they picked up the phone and stared at it.
Mysterious Figure (sighing):
"Tch... a fake phone? He tricked me?"
Fast footsteps echoed from the end of the alley. Red emergency lights flashed. Shadows moved rapidly.
Three teenagers in combat uniforms dashed onto the scene.
Their gear was unique—tactical vests bearing a crossed gun and book insignia, with the word "Abseris" across the chest.
Yuto – dual-wielding revolvers, fast and full of energy.
Mira – wielding a short laser rifle, with a red headband and piercing eyes.
Renji – tall and composed, carrying a stun-grenade launcher.
Yuto (shouting):
"There! That’s the shooter!"
Mira (raising her voice):
"Don’t let him escape! He’s a Class A target!"
Renji (holding them back):
"Don’t be reckless. That mask is military-grade. He’s no amateur..."
The mysterious figure looked at them, then sighed, as if bored.
Mysterious Figure (coldly):
"Annoying… today’s schoolkids think they’re tough."
With one swift motion, the jetpack on his back roared to life, and his body launched into the air, leaving a trail of fire in the night sky.
Yuto (firing but missing):
"Tch! He’s way too fast!"
Mira (rushing toward Alke’s body):
"Check him! Teacher Alke might still be breathing!"
Mira quickly knelt, placing two fingers on Alke’s neck. But...
Mira (softly, her expression turning grim):
"…no pulse."
Yuto (frozen, then biting his lip):
"He… he’s really dead?"
Renji (firmly):
"Call the Governor. Now."
Mira pulled out her phone. Her hands trembled slightly, but her voice was steady.
Mira (reporting):
"Governor Zaid, this is Mira from the Abseris Security Team."
"The Flying Teacher Alke has fallen. Location: District 7, east alley. Requesting immediate evacuation team..."
Silence followed.
Only the sound of wind and distant sirens remained.
Renji (gazing at the sky):
"This... is the beginning of something big."
Yuto (quietly):
"Then... who’s going to replace Alke?"
From a high window in a distant building, a pair of eyes watched them.
In the watcher’s hand—
a phone identical to Alke’s… but this one was real.
"The journey of the Flying Teacher... has just begun again."