"But why must the council dispatch these Mecha-men in our academy? It's annoying. They never trust us, like we teachers are posing a threat to them," Hunter complained bitterly as they packed chips of broken helmets to one side.
"That's because we are doing things that makes them suspicious of us. Isn't it obvious?" Allan replied more bitterly. He was still clutching his wounded leg.
"If you fight half as much as you talk, you would have become an Avenger by now," Hunter replied heatedly.
"Now that one was personal, Hunter. That's a good one, won't lie," Omal said laughing.
"Everybody be neglecting the truth," Allan said in low tone.
"Let it go for now, Allan. Voice out your discomfort when the kids are gone," Omal warned.
"Hey, you," Omal said to Rosa, "come use your quirk and pack these dirty metals together. Should you watch your teachers do this kind of dirty work?"
