The room exploded with noise.
"S-Prime? Seriously?"
"There's only been one S-Class in the past decade!"
"No way we're gonna get in!"
"You're joking, right?! Tell us you're joking!"
Nolan blinked, then blinked again, dragging his eyes slowly over the chaos before him.
He scratched the back of his head, his expression flat with exhaustion.
The way the students shouted over one another, the growing disbelief in their voices, the urgent hands waving in the air—it all felt like nails scratching across a chalkboard in his brain.
James pointed at him, eyes wide. "Teacher Nolan, how are we supposed to believe that? Silver Blade Academy hasn't had an S-Prime class since before we were born! And we're not even top students!"
Liam jumped in, eyebrows knit in confusion. "I mean… we're barely scraping by. You're saying we could surpass even the elite kids from the Capital branches?"
