Classroom 4B was already a disaster before the bell even rang.
The teacher stood at the front—a man with the energy of a caffeine overdose and a wardrobe stolen from an '80s fever dream. His name?
Mr. Blitz.
Power: "Tactical Overdrive" — everything he touches turns into a weaponized version of itself... including chairs, pencils, and once, a goldfish.
He clapped his hands, and his entire desk transformed into a tank.
"Alright, delinquents! Welcome to Advanced Chaos Management and Civics! Otherwise known as: 'How Not to Accidentally Become a War Criminal!'"
Sera raised her hand. "Is accidentally becoming one… common?"
Mr. Blitz pointed at her. "Gold star for the lightning Barbie!"
Sera high-fived herself.
Ashley slouched in her seat, spinning a pencil she was clearly setting on fire just to see if it would burn funny. Ava sat next to her, popping gum and occasionally poking Ashley with a sharpened pink pen labeled "Infection Wand."
Cleo was taking notes. In glitter pen. On a scroll.
Mr. Blitz slammed a button on the tank. A siren went off and glitter cannons shot from the ceiling.
"POP QUIZ!" he bellowed.
Everyone groaned.
"Question one: If you punch a hole through a mountain to stop a runaway train—but also accidentally destroy three orphanages—do you get a medal or a trial?"
Ashley raised her hand. "Was the train full of clowns?"
"Yes."
"Medal."
"CORRECT!"
Ava snorted. "You're making this up."
Mr. Blitz winked. "Absolutely."
Then he rolled onto the chalkboard, literally. His legs had become wheels.
Cleo whispered to Sera, "Do you think he sleeps?"
"Not without blinking Morse code."
Just then, a student in the back sneezed—his sneeze exploded the wall.
Mr. Blitz didn't even flinch. "Bless you. Rebuild that before lunch."
Ashley chuckled, low and evil. "I'm starting to like this guy."
Mr. Blitz rolled up his sleeves. They turned into flamethrowers.
"Alright kids. Group project time: disarm a bomb while fighting a genetically modified shark with anxiety issues. GO!"
The classroom exploded into action, literal and otherwise.
And that was just Monday.
The sun was barely up when Class 4B was shoved into a massive dojo-gym hybrid with floor tiles that pulsed slightly, like they were alive and judging your push-up form. The walls were lined with ancient scrolls, neon protein charts, and warning signs like:
> "DO NOT ATTEMPT TO ROUNDHOUSE KICK SENSEI."
"SENSEI BITES."
"WE ARE NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR LOST LIMBS OR PRIDE."
Standing in the middle was Sensei Vero, a wiry, shirtless man with abs like holy scripture and sandals older than the school itself. His aura screamed "I eat raw eggs and lightning for breakfast."
He bowed. "Welcome to Physical Combat and Energy Flow Fundamentals."
Everyone bowed back—except Ashley, who crossed her arms, unimpressed.
"Now," Sensei Vero said calmly, "I encourage self-expression… So if you'd like to try hitting me, I allow it."
There was a beat of silence.
Then chaos.
Half the students rushed him like aggressive puppies. A martial-arts prodigy threw a flurry of kicks. A tanky shapeshifter turned into a silverback gorilla. Even Ava lobbed a blood-slicked kunai from her sleeve with an "oops."
Sensei Vero didn't block. He didn't dodge conventionally either.
He slid. Every attack barely missed. Every move was off by a hair. His body weaved through fists like water through cracks. One kid accidentally knocked themselves out trying to land a combo.
"Imperfect Dodging Style," Sera whispered. "He's not avoiding us. He's letting us miss."
Ashley scoffed. "Show-off."
Then she vanished in a blur of red and gold.
Flash Step.
The air cracked as her burning body reappeared in front of Sensei Vero mid-attack. Her fist—engulfed in blazing fire—connected squarely with his smug, glowing core.
BOOM.
He flew past the skylight. Past the clouds. Possibly past an orbiting satellite.
Everyone just stood there, blinking.
Cleo broke the silence. "That's… not gonna break the attendance code, right?"
At lunch, as the girls sat casually eating ramen and gummy bears, a smoking crater exploded into the center of the courtyard.
Sensei Vero climbed out, slightly on fire but grinning.
"Class… passed," he wheezed, then collapsed in the grass with a thumbs up.
Ashley wiped her mouth, completely unfazed. "I hit harder when I'm hungry."