It was a brisk and cold morning at Arcadia Academy. A gathering of students were waiting at one of the Dueling Grounds, instructed that their class was to take place there. However, it was over ten minutes past when the class was supposed to start, and many of the students were getting antsy. Some were about to leave, while others were simply complaining about the instructor's tardiness.
Artoria appeared to wait patiently, though was starting to get rather annoyed, and was wondering if the instructor was even going to show up. She glanced over at Jayden, who was with his pack of friends. They would exchange awkward stares, then look away from each other.
Then finally, a shimmer in the air appeared, signalling that someone was entering the Dueling Grounds. Out stepped a rather tall and strange looking man. He had long vibrant blue hair, no doubt dyed, with a dark gray bandanna wrapped over the top of his head. His eyes had a blue-green color to them, and seemed to have an odd glow to them. His garb was a green single-sleeved tunic with a white robe-like shirt underneath. He carried a large staff with a celtic knot and cyan orb at its peak, using it as a walking stick. It looked very much like a magical staff that a traditional mage from ancient times would use.
The instructor didn't say a word, instead he silently walked across the grounds, staring down the group of students rather intensely. The look in his eyes suggested that he was perhaps volatile, and in a bad mood. Several tense moments of silence passed.
Then a chair-like pillar of earth raised from the ground, in which he parked his rear-end in, and pulled out his ORB to start checking it, as though ignoring the students. He would say nothing unless a student spoke up.
Artoria was stunned absolutely speechless at this.