The bus hummed along the morning streets, passengers chatting softly—but Clover's attention was elsewhere. Slip lounged nearby, smirking, while Rina's gaze flicked over the seats with a predator's precision. Whisper's silence pressed like a weight in the air. Ty, however, was the one Clover noticed immediately.
Ty "Fang" Corven leaned casually against a seat, scanning the aisle with that magnetic grin plastered across his face. His sharp eyes locked on Clover almost instantly. "Well, well… look who decided to show up," he said, voice smooth, teasing, dangerous. He leaned closer, just enough to make the breeze brush Clover's shoulder, a faint challenge hidden in the gesture.
Clover didn't look up. He stared out the window, posture relaxed, every nerve wired—but he refused to react. Aetherfang rested quietly beneath his coat, pulsing faintly in resonance with his Essentia—but he kept it still. Aurora zipped around inside the sheath, blinking softly, waiting, silent. No glow, no signal—no hint that Clover had any power ready.
Ty chuckled, sensing the resistance, leaning slightly closer. "Ignoring me? That's bold… I like bold." He glanced at Rina, who smirked subtly, then to Whisper, who simply tilted her head, eyes sharp.
Four men near Rina suddenly stood, as if drawn by her subtle manipulation, freeing her the seats she wanted. The movement was smooth, almost hypnotic, leaving the men confused and muttering under their breath. She sank into the space with grace, her eyes glinting at Clover briefly—a quiet warning. Ty, unsatisfied with just charm, took a step closer. "Come on, don't be shy. I just want to see what you're made of," he said, voice low, teasing, almost dangerous. A few students nearby shifted nervously, drawn to his energy without realizing it.
Clover's eyes remained fixed outside the window. He adjusted his coat, keeping Aetherfang hidden. No words, no reaction—nothing to give Ty the satisfaction he craved. Aurora flickered softly in response to Clover's control, ready but restrained.
Slip laughed, a low, predatory sound, leaning against the handrail. "He's ignoring you, Fang. I think he's scarier than you give him credit for," he said, and Rina's smirk widened slightly.
Ty's grin faltered just a fraction—but only slightly. "Oh, this is going to be fun," he muttered under his breath, letting his hand brush the top of a seat rail as if testing Clover's patience.
Clover exhaled slowly, eyes still on the passing city streets. He didn't flinch. He didn't engage. But inside, every muscle coiled, every instinct alert. He knew Ty's provocation was just the beginning.
And as the bus continued toward Vanguardaum Academy, the unspoken message rang clear: the first battle hadn't even started—and Clover was already the target.
Got it! Let's rewrite the Episode 17 bus scene exactly how you want:
Include students singing the Vanguardaum Academy anthem (not everyone)
Show all four bad students in action
Ty frustrated, tries to approach Akira, Akira breaks his hand
Clover is shocked, realizing Akira isn't ordinary
The bus hummed along the early streets, the morning sunlight glinting off windows. A few students near the back were singing the Vanguardaum Academy anthem, voices bold and spirited, carrying over the quiet chatter. Clover tried to focus on the passing buildings outside, but the rhythm of the song and the chatter inside made his senses tingle—he knew something was off.
Slip lounged against a seat rail, arms crossed, eyes glinting with mischief. Rina "Viper" Solis slid past nearby students, subtly letting four men rise from their seats, dazed under her silent manipulation. They mumbled apologies, shuffling aside, giving her the space she wanted with unnerving obedience. Whisper "Lila" Moreau moved like a shadow, her sharp eyes scanning, a silent weight that pressed against the nervous energy in the bus.
Ty "Fang" Corven leaned against the window, frustrated. His green eyes flitted between Clover and the singing students, his magnetic grin fading as Clover continued to ignore him completely. Every attempt to draw a reaction from Clover failed, and Ty's patience—already thin—was fraying.
Finally, with a frustrated sigh, he decided to change tactics. Ty's gaze landed on Akira. "Maybe she'll be more… entertaining," he murmured, stepping closer with that confident, teasing swagger that usually worked.
Clover's eyes widened slightly, sensing Ty's intent, but he remained frozen in disbelief as he watched Akira react.
Akira's calm, unshakable gaze locked on Ty. Before he could make a move, her hand shot up in a blur of precise motion. Ty yelped as a sharp, controlled force twisted his wrist—a snap of pain echoed in the confined space of the bus. He staggered back, clutching his hand, shock written across his face.
Clover felt his chest tighten. He had suspected Akira wasn't ordinary—but this… this confirmed it. Aurora inside Aetherfang stirred softly, as if sensing Clover's rising tension, but stayed concealed. Aetherfang remained still, hidden beneath his coat.
Slip chuckled low, leaning forward, watching Ty struggle. Rina's smirk widened as she leaned back into her seat, observing the chaos she had orchestrated with her subtle charm. Whisper simply tilted her head, silent and calculating, the perfect calm in the storm.
Ty growled, frustration mounting. "This isn't over…" he muttered under his breath, glaring at Clover and Akira.
At that moment, Zane "Slip" Roderick's phone vibrated violently. The caller ID read: BOSS. He snatched it up, voice low and urgent: "Yeah… I'm on it." The air shifted immediately. Even Slip knew some things were bigger than their usual chaos.
Clover exhaled slowly, still staring out the window, processing what he had just witnessed. Inside the bus, the four bad students had made their presence impossible to ignore:
Zane "Slip" Roderick – The Trickster, always calm, always calculating.
Rina "Viper" Solis – The Seductive Manipulator, able to control the weak-willed.
Lila "Whisper" Moreau – The Silent Saboteur, unnerving in her stillness.
Ty "Fang" Corven – The Rebellious Wildcard, frustrated and dangerous, thwarted by a girl who was far from ordinary.
The anthem swelled again in the background, a bold reminder of the academy outside. Clover's pulse raced—this was no ordinary ride to school, and the first real test of the day was already unfolding before himself The bus hummed along the morning streets, students chatting soft . Clover kept his eyes on the passing city, ignoring the commotion—except for one pair of sharp eyes tracking him.
Ty "Fang" Corven leaned casually against a seat, his grin razor-sharp. His Essentia, a subtle aura of magnetic charm and intimidation, rippled outward, testing Clover's calm. "You're awfully quiet," Ty said, stepping closer. The temperature seemed to bend slightly around him, and a nearby student flinched involuntarily. "Don't tell me you're scared. Clover's eyes never left the window. Inside, Aetherfang remained sheathed, Aurora flickering faintly, ready but restrained. Ty reached out suddenly, attempting to push Clover's hand aside with his Essentia's telekinesis
"Not bad," Ty hissed, gritting his teeth. "I like a challenge." He flexed, prentending to overwhelm Clover in a surge of magnetic and charm force .
Before he could, a low, predatory laugh cut through the tension. Slip leaned against a handrail, eyes glinting. "Hold it, Fang. Boss got something for us," he said, voice sharp, a warning wrapped in amusement.
Ty froze, irritation flashing across his features. Clover relaxed slightly, though his senses stayed alert. The unspoken rules of the Vanguard Hall "bad kids" were clear: Slip's word was law, even in chaos.
Rina and Lina watched silently, their own powers simmering like coals—ready, but restrained. Ty's glare at Clover lingered, promising this wasn't over.
And as the bus rolled on, the Vanguardaum anthem echoing softly, Clover felt it in his bones: the first real challenge of the academy had already begun, The bus screeched to a halt outside Vanguardaum Academy. Students poured out in a wave of energy—laughter, chatter, and the proud hum of the academy anthem fading behind them.
Slip, Rina, Lina , and Ty pushed through, their presence magnetic and menacing. Ty's sharp gaze locked on Clover, "You're dead meat, he muttered, his Essentia crackling faintly in the air. Clover's jaw tightened, Aurora flickering silently beneath Aetherfang's sheath.
The sprawling academy lay before them, five different halls
Obsidian Hall in the West, dark and disciplined.
Vanguard Hall in the South, chaotic and unpredictable.
Aether Hall in the North, elegant and powerful.
The Training Grounds in the East, a battlefield for honing skills.
And at the center, the Council Hall, looming over all. Clover turned to Akira, offering a small, determined smile. "See you later… stay safe." They hugged,
"You too," Akira replied, her calm eyes steady despite the tension. They parted, the air between them charged with unspoken worry.
From the entrance, a quiet but commanding voice called out. A tall woman with piercing eyes and subtle Essentia ripples approached. Miss Elara Talon, librarian and science teacher, stopped before Clover, her gaze assessing.
"Are you Mr. Yeager?" she asked, her tone both welcoming and sharp. "Welcome to Vanguardaum Academy."
Clover inhaled deeply, heart racing. This was it—the real test had begun.
Notes : Cast Introduce
Miss Elara Talon 26 year old woman essential kinetic manipulation and redirection science and librarian