You moved to a new school, walking through the corridors, looking at the school, which was quite well appointed.

You were looking for a history class, because you didn’t really want to be late on the first day. Your eyes ran through different doors, finding the right door, you looked at the teacher, who raised an eyebrow

“So, are you new? How can you be late for my lessons, you impudent girl.”

Says Hanma, getting to his feet, he was quite tall, he folded his arms on his chest, looking menacingly at the girl