"We are dealing with an S-rank shadow walker," he said with an austere voice.
His expression dropped immediately and the gang cleared out soon after to let him be and take in in the news.
' An S-rank shadow walker.' This was no joke. He had heard of tales of an S-rank back at home and how rare it was to find beings with such peak of magical endowment.
He hoped one day to meet one and it seemed he would somewhat get it.
This was big, probably too big for Xavier, nevertheless he was not chastised by the news as he already suspected that who he was dealing with was on another level.
How else could he assassinate someone in broad daylight instantenosuly without a single eye see him do it.
He decided to take a break off all these thinking and continue his routines cultivation to take his mind off this.
Overpondering could leave him tense and lead him to making avoidable mistakes.
***
The next day.
Once again, he was late for school, speeding across his house with linbering stationaries on his arm cradle and inadequately worn wears.
He stomped his equipment into his cross bag and raced out the door almost forgetting to lock up.
He didn't even remember breakfast. It has only been 5 minutes since he got up from bed with the realization of his lateness and he was already off for lessons.
On the way, he attempted lacing up his shoes and closing up his t-shirt while still maintaining continuous motion.
He was so distracted that he didn't see that someone was approaching him which he accidentally ran into scattering some of the equipment he had on his arm.
He quickly bent down to pick up the fallen materials without turning to see who it was that he must have bumped into.
"Oh, I am so sorry. I am really going...," he halted his words when the two faces crossed and he instantly regreted why the words 'I am sorry' escaped his lips.
The field around the two screamed abhorrence and reverberated with tension.
Xavier slowly ascended from the ground and shot a sharp stare at the familiar face.
If there was anyone who knew this face better than its owner that would be him.
And he was sure it was him. His old arch nemesis, Millo.
"Millo, so your here too. I guess the grim reaper couldn't stand you as well so he brought you back to me, the only one that can."
Millo wasn't in the least bit agitated. He simply gave a warm smile patted him lightly on his shoulder and walked silently behind him.
'What was that about? Was that really just Millo or was..?'
He left Xavier stunned and in total astonishment and some degree of shame.
He quickly recalled that he was late for his class and didn't have time to ponder on what just happened. He hastily jolted away before the class door was shut behind his face and he was denied access.
Luckily for him, he saw the teacher approach the classroom door some meters away and raced through another route into the same door. He took his seat before the teacher arrived and tried to calm his breath before the he walked in.
Today, it wasn't Mister Austin handling the history class but a Professor of Magical History, Professor Peter or as he is commonly called around here, Professor P.
Most of the students quickly took into the way he was responsibly dressed and the fact that this teacher actually brought a textbook with him unlike the former.
They as well enjoyed the class as it was a bit more fluent today and the students harboured a lot of new information from the pleasant voice of the professor.
Xavier couldn't care less about the class. He had already studied extensively on Eldorian history and practically knew everything the professor was yapping about.
What seized his mind was what occured earlier. Now that he was calmly sitted he could properly access the transpiration.
'There's no way that's Millo. I saw him die...or at least I wished him dead.'
Another quintessential observation was the unusual serenity.
'Millo would never be that calm especially after a dealt him a cold hard drop like that. He even patted my shoulder.'
He shrugged, turned to the shoulder he patted and dusted off imaginary prints and stains.
Xavier let the class pass by without even knowing the name of the teacher who taught today.
Next was mana lessons. As the students dispersed from their class to where the next class would hold, he tried to scan the crowd for any traces of Millo.
He wanted to find out if Millo was in his class but of course, were else would he be or else maybe he wasn't a student of the academy.
The mana class was only mandatory for those who still have problems with cultivation and those apparently looking for how to seize the teacher's attention for rather too obvious reasons.
It would only be absolutely compulsory by next week when the class will fragment into elemental classes.
So, he could skip the class and head round the school to find Millo.
He looked everywhere. In the staffroom, labs, even in the restroom but he still couldn't find him.
He even went to some of Millo's favorite spots in their dormer school that could be found here as well like the courtyard.
Ya, he knows Millo's favourite places.It's like they say "Keep your friends close and your enemy closer."
He began to wonder if he truly saw Millo and elective classes were already approachng.
Doubt began to cloud his mind when the voice spoke, "Heard your looking everywhere for me, so you really do miss me that much, don't you?", as he familiarly wrapped his arms over his shoulder.
Xavier instinctive reaction was to smack his arm off and then give a dark reply. "No, was just looking for the restroom."
I guess not this time.
"So, it really is you. Though that reply of yours is giving a bit of doubt, I can always tell my lil' buddy anywhere."
Xavier could see the sarcasm in his words and didn't bother on giving a reply.
"Wow, that how you treat me after ghosting me all this while. Okay, it's fine."
"...", he simply kept his head straight up but restricted eye from viewing Millo.
"I think I know why you're like this. Look men, back then, I wasn't the best guy. I did a lot of nasty stuff and I just wanna say I'm sorry."
Those words triggered something in him.
'Did he just give an apology? Probably, just trying to mock me somehow.'
At least he got adequate compensation for the uncessary apology he gave Millo earlier but still hearing this from Millo was still something he never projected in a thousand years.
He didn't quite know how to react. Sad and sorrowlful for never apologizing for all the bad deeds he returned to Millo or even more provoked that it took him a lifetime to spout those words.