The school hallways were flooded and cramped with students rushing to their classes; a young student with a fairly combed hair and a monocle was grasping the books and textbooks for his next subject; he seems to be smart and prepared as each move he did was precise; he would glance at you with his blue eyes before returning his gaze back to the classroom ahead of him "One more move and I'll become a scholar, I will pledge that deeply." He muttered quietly