Zena: The Last Fight
Class

"Huh .. finally!" He closed his lips in a straight line. Sitting in front of an office space that students rarely cross. As to what the story was, he himself had no idea of being able to register as a transfer student. They're great! Zena admitted.

Iris went around observing the situation as well as memorizing every hallway in the school.

"Son Zena! Still here?" reprimanded the Headmaster who asked him to wait, but not in front of the teacher room.

"I don't know where to wait, sir. I don't know anyone here yet" Zena said. He stood up and slightly bowed a sign of respect to the grizzled old man.

His wrinkled lips formed an upward curved line. Zena is just like the other students, she is beautiful and attractive, but also a tender prey for predators.

"Come, I'll take you to your class!" He stepped first, followed by the foot of the level of Zena who stepped gracefully. Along the way, Zena continued to observe the state of the school building. The second floor, the third floor, was the one they were aiming for.

Third grade C. Pretty, not bad.

The sound of the door being knocked stopped a teacher who was writing on the blackboard to look out.

"Please!" The Headmaster brought Zena in, they stood in front of the class. Introducing Zena briefly to her classmates.

"Hallo, I'm Zena. In the future, please help me to adapt in this school," said Zena with a down and sweet smile.

"You can sit there." The Headmaster pointed at one empty bench, next to which was occupied a male student who was indifferent to his presence.

Zena didn't want to make small talk, she went to the bench and sat without a burden. Glanced at the student without interest before taking out the stationery from the bag. Its distinct appearance makes it an ingredient in ear whispers.

Zena threw a glance at one by one of the female students in the class. They are the same as it seems, wearing skimpy skirts with short socks anyway. Unlike him, which Chendrik bought long stockings to almost cover his knees.

His eagle eyes observed the state of the classroom, the behavior of the students as well as the teacher who continued to write without caring for his students who were violent. Class C is probably the lowest class of any class.

The sound of a cane on the table jolted Zena who was swept away in the fanfare of the students in the class. His eyelids closed with bated breath. Zena inhaled the air deeply and exhaled it slowly.

He began to record what the teacher wrote on the blackboard, while the teacher immediately sat down and again did not care about the boisterous state of the class. He even let students who did not participate record what he wrote.

Zena frowned when something she had scribbled on paper felt awkward.

"Sorry, Sir. It seems like you gave the material wrong. What kind of material does this deserve to be given to teenagers like us?" Zena expressed her objection to the material given by the teacher.

The fat man looked unhappy. He lowered his glasses and put them up again, staring intently at Zena who was still standing after expressing objections.

"What do you know about the material at school? Entering the class has not been up to one day has protested about the material given. Note if you want and forget if you object," replied the teacher-titled man loudly and firmly.

Of course I object, you're implanting something inappropriate into the brains of the disciples here.

Zena circulated a glance, all the students locking eyes towards her. All sorts of views he got. Pity, pity, annoyance, anger, resentment, even hate even in their sight.

"What's wrong? Do you want to practice it here?" the teacher sneered while staring pervertedly at Zena.

The insolent! If it wasn't for a mission, I would've broken his neck.

Zena growled in the heart.

He just shook his head while looking down. While both of his hands clenched tightly restraining the royal growl. He sat back down and continued writing. However, it was not about the material on the blackboard that he recorded, but about what happened that day.

Once again Zena looked around, the students were indeed no one wearing a coat. They patted the bag telling Zena to keep it. He opened his coat and kept it in his bag.

The short-sleeved uniform exposed Zena's porcelain-white hands. Making the fat man in front of the class gulp with desire. Zena was indifferent, she kept noting what should be noted as a consideration for her. Hoping to soon find clues to the disappearance of the teenage girls.

This reminds him of the events of a few months ago where he and Cheo thwarted human trafficking as well as slavery perpetrated by one of the mafia groups in a former factory building.

There must be something to do with them. Ah, I remember, their leader at that time ran away. I have to find out. Do I need to go to that place again?

Zena closed the book with a blank look forward. Thinking of the women as well as the little children he freed first, must have something to do with the events of that time.

Lord Hirata! What's he like? I'm sure he's behind all this, but I don't know where he is?

Zena let out a sigh, continuing to think without being distracted by the rowdy voices around her. There was only one person who kept silent not even making a single sound. A young man who sat close to her.

Zena glances. There was nothing special about him, he was ordinary. Her appearance is just like any other teenager just doesn't say much.

"What's wrong? Why do you keep looking at me like that?" he asked with a piercing cold voice. His gaze was sharp and unfriendly, it made Zena have to watch out for him.

"Ah, there's nothing. I'm Zena, who are you?" Zena pretended. Like a man caught off guard.

"William!" answer's short. Zena's hand was not welcomed. At first glance Zena saw a vengeful circle in her manik blue. Also the radiance of determination that he tried to hide, but all that will not be separated from the look of Zena. At first glance, he is a handsome teenage boy. His facial lines are perfectly sculpted with almost no gaps with white skin lesions.

"Williams. Well, I'll remember," he said, pulling back the hand he clenched. Zena reopens her book, writing in another sheet about a mysterious teenage boy named William.

The class went without any suspicion. Something strange was simply about the materials given to the disciples.

"Mmc ... Will, do you guys get this kind of material often? This lesson isn't it worth learning?" zena whispered to the man beside her.

First target!

The teenager glanced with his tail, glowing at the line of writing on the blackboard.

"You think?" he turned the question to Zena.

"Eitherway. I think this material should only be given to those who want to build a household, not teenage students like us" Zena said.

There was no reply, the teenage boy turned a panted eyeball in response to Zena.

The home bell rang, all the students scattered out in an orderly manner. Except, Zena and William are the last. The carefree girl preceded William, she walked alone in the hallway to the gate.

"Aragh!"

"He-nti-kan!"

A cry of pain stopped Zena's steps.

"Don't listen! Keep going if you want to survive!"