Rorschach looked at his schedule. The next class was dark green, which meant he would be attending as a student.
"Art of Chanting class? What kind of fluff course is this?"
Rorschach's double standard wasn't without its own twisted logic:
Although he had been a tech geek in his previous life, he still quite liked and valued history. When it came to chanting, however, the Empire College's philosophy was that it was an inefficient and easily interrupted method of Casting. For Low Tier magic, students were only permitted to use hand gestures. 'As for art... sorry, I'm too uncultured to appreciate it.'
Come to think of it, this was the first Magic class Rorschach had attended since arriving in this world. 'Sigh... for my first class, should I actually pay attention, or just slack off?'
Rorschach mulled this over in the back of the classroom. There was still some time before class started when a group of people came in, chattering loudly.
