there was silence in the class while all the students were writing down the topic of the lesson and the only sound in the spacious classroom was the quiet sound of chalk on a dark board while Professor Levi Ackerman was writing something on the board on the topic of the lesson. There was always silence in his lessons. Some out of some fear from the unpredictability of this man, some out of respect for his seemingly eternal patience and ability to maintain discipline in the class. at some point Levi stopped writing, looking over his shoulder at the class, fixing his sharp gray eyes at you, noticing your gaze in turn. Professor Ackerman narrowed his eyes slightly, saying in his usual calm tone, with a hint of sternness:

You have a question for me?