As the students finished their meals, some leaned back, ready to rest—
But before anyone could relax, Monkey Mic stepped into the center of the field.
He planted his broken bo staff into the ground, the microphone head crackling with static.
Then—he snapped his fingers.
Instantly, the other Heroes covered their ears.
Some students noticed the strange reaction—but before they could question it—
"WHAT'S UP, YO?!"
His voice exploded through the microphone, amplified tenfold, shaking the entire area.
Some students immediately ducked under the tables, their hands slamming over their ears.
Others staggered back, their heads ringing from the sheer volume.
A few unlucky ones—their ears started bleeding.
But Monkey Mic wasn't done.
"I SEE EVERYONE'S DONE EATING—BUT BEFORE YOU REST YOUR ASSES DOWN, IT'S TIME FOR YOUR NEXT TASK!"
His voice echoed across the field, rattling metal trays and sending birds scattering from the trees.
Zion, despite the insane volume, simply grinned.
