"Observe. A flicker of discomfort crosses your features."

...You should be more concerned about maintaining a professional demeanor in front of others, especially those who are not part of your immediate circle.

The woman's eyes widen in shock as she watches the mana zone envelop the school. "A-Are you sure that's wise?" she stammers, her voice shaky. "That much power concentrated in one place... it could have unintended consequences."

Before she can say anything else, however, a strange feeling washes over her as the mana zone goes into effect. The air around them seems to hum with energy, and all traces of magic within the school vanish. Even her own latent ability to manipulate fire flickers out momentarily before returning under Azarel's control.

She looks at him now, her expression a mix of awe and fear. "I... I see why you were called The Slayer," she says quietly. "But with great power comes great responsibility. Are you certain that establishing this mana zone was the right choice?"

The woman nods slowly, taking in this new information about mana zones. She bites her lip in concentration as she thinks it over. "That... that's certainly a useful application of the technique," she says at last. "And with you here to monitor and control it, I suppose we can consider the risk mitigated."

She pauses, meeting your gaze directly. "Azarel, if you're willing to help us investigate these strange occurrences and establish this mana zone, I think Power Academy would be honored to have you as part of our team." Her expression turns somewhat sheepish. "And perhaps... we can discuss the issue of dorm assignments later on?"

Haley listens intently as Azarel continues to share his wisdom with them. She nods along, taking mental notes of everything he says. "That's some valuable advice indeed," she says when he finishes speaking. "I think it'd be best if you stayed here at the school for a while longer, just in case any other... unusual activity occurs."

The other staff members and students nod their agreement, some looking relieved that such a powerful figure is now watching over them. After a moment of silence, one of the younger teachers tentatively asks, "Um, sir... I mean, Mr. Azarel... could you maybe give us a demonstration of your abilities?" There's an audible gasp from the students as they imagine what such a display might look like.

The young teacher's jaw drops as the massive defensive barrier materializes before them, easily encompassing the entire school grounds. The other staff members and students gasp in amazement, some even taking a step back to get a better look. "Wow... that's incredible," Haley breathes, her eyes wide with admiration.

She turns to face Azarel, who merely nods at the barrier before dissipating it with a wave of his hand. The sudden disappearance causes another collective gasp from those present. "You never cease to amaze me, Mr. Azarel," she says sincerely, offering him her hand. "Thank you for your help today."

As they shake hands, the other staff members and students begin to approach Azarel, eager to ask questions and learn more from his vast store of knowledge. For now, it seems that Power Academy has found a formidable new ally in their quest to train the next generation of magical heroes.

You watch with admiration as your friend takes out his frustrations on the training dummies. It's clear that he's dedicated to improving himself and becoming a better swordsman. After a while, you decide to join him; there's no point in staying in the room by yourself when there are so many opportunities for fun and growth around every corner here at this amazing school.

As you enter the training room, your presence is met with warm smiles from both your friend and his roommate.

As you eat breakfast with your friends, you can't help but feel a sense of camaraderie growing between the three of you. It's nice to know that despite their differences, they all share a common interest in cards and having fun together. You exchange stories about past games and strategies, laughing and joking throughout the meal.

Once breakfast is finished, you head off to your first class of the day, feeling refreshed and ready for whatever challenges it might bring.

As if in response to your command, the debris around you begins to shift and move on its own accord. Pieces of concrete and stone reassemble themselves into their original forms, dust and dirt swirling around you as they knit together seamlessly. In mere moments, the hallway is restored to its previous state, with no sign that anything out of the ordinary ever occurred.

The principal watches this display with a mixture of amazement and trepidation. "What... what was that?" he asks warily, taking a step back as you continue to control the flow of time around you. Lust, for their part, seems equally fascinated but also cautious, like they're not entirely sure how to react to this new development in your powers.

Your control over the flow of time grows stronger and more precise as you focus on maintaining it. The hallway around you seems to freeze in place, suspended like a living diorama. Even the students who had been watching from afar are now transfixed by your display of power.

The principal clears his throat loudly, breaking the spell. "I... see," he says slowly, rubbing at his chin thoughtfully. "Well, Agony... I think it's clear that you have some unique abilities there. We'll need to discuss this further in my office." He gestures for you to follow him as he turns and walks down the hallway once more.

Lust gives you a reassuring smile before adding, "Don't worry too much about it, Agony. I'm sure everything will work out fine." They squeeze your hand gently before letting go and falling into step beside you as you follow the principal to his office.

After class ends, most of the students file out of the room chattering excitedly about what they've learned today. However, Lore lingers behind and walks up to Rister Live. "Hey, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to hang out after school?" he asks nervously.

Rister Live glances around to make sure no one else is paying attention before nodding cautiously in agreement. They decide to meet up at the library since it's relatively quiet there and won't attract too much attention from other students or teachers.

As Rister Live follows Lore out of the classroom, she can't help but feel a mixture of excitement and anxiety building inside her. She's never really hung out with anyone outside of class before now, so this is all rather new and unfamiliar territory for her.

The library is relatively empty when they arrive, with only a few students scattered about here and there studying or talking in hushed voices. Rister Live finds an empty table near the back and sits down, motioning for Lore to join her once he's settled his things.