The lunch break bell rang, slicing through the air like a blade made of mercy.
Class 3S, like all other classes, erupted into chaotic freedom—desks scraped back, students bolted for food, and chairs were overturned with the enthusiasm of jailbirds spotting an open gate.
Class 3S was especially feeling the joy of the lunch break, as this was the only time when they wouldn't have to worry about the Vaises.
They could be free of the tension, where even the teachers were careful of the Vaises.
Raven and his group had also left the class.
Right now, they lounged under the shade of a massive sunwood tree, enjoying the rare pocket of silence away from the chatter of other students.
It was a surprisingly pleasant day.
Birds chirped.
Breezes whispered.
No divine grandpas were screaming about fire or honor.
So far, Raven considered it a win.
