Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground

Chapter 436 Tradition

They were all present, from the first to the third-year instructors, from the leaders to the non-leader instructors.

Considering the sheer magnitude of the academy and the millions of students currently attending it, many would be forced to believe that the hall would be completely filled up.

In a sense, they would be right. But this was only because all the chairs in the hall were currently occupied. In the sense that the hall was overcrowded with instructors, it would be completely wrong.

The hall was scanty at best. Only a total number of 31 individuals were currently present inside the hall. They were each seated in a circular format and on the same elevation with each other.

Although the instructors were divided and categorized according to the year they teach, there wasn't any major form of hierarchy between them.

They were all instructors of the academy, and the only reason they were teaching different years in the first place was because their skill set had been a perfect fit for each of the respective courses the students took. That was all.

They all had more or less the same strength, each of them at the master+ rank. And if one should take a closer look at each of their features, they would see that they were mostly from the tiered families of the human domain.

Despite there not being any hierarchy between them, there was a subtle tension in the air.

Each one of them was seated in groups, according to the years they taught. The forms of Jared, Isabella, and the other first-year instructors were seated on one side while the others were on another side.

But of all the instructors present, only one of them could truly claim that she was well respected, and the firm voice of this same individual suddenly sounded, her words resounding across the room.

"I think it's about time we begin this meeting."

The chatter permeating throughout the hall came to an abrupt stop, and each of them turned their heads, their gazes fixing on the form of Isabella, who sat down calmly with her legs crossed.

Isabella maintained her neutral expression as she continued, "To discuss the theme to be used in the leader's summit."

She was Harrison's daughter. But this hadn't been the reason she was held highly. They all knew Harrison; the man was the last person who would practice a disgraceful thing like nepotism. His principles wouldn't allow him.

The main reason was that Isabella had been in the academy long before they had each been staffed.

By now, many would have noticed that there practically weren't any old instructors in the academy. Each of the instructors were mostly in their 30s.

And this was because the individuals that the academy usually hired as instructors always had the talent to advance into the Grandmaster rank and had more or less always succeeded.

The academy only went after the best of the best, and this current situation only goes to prove it. As soon as an instructor advances into the Grandmaster rank, they were always sent out of the academy to either join the war or do something else important.

Regardless of what they were teaching, they would immediately be sent out. A single Grandmaster rank individual was a powerful and valuable asset.

It didn't matter if the students were the future of the human domain; they couldn't allow such a valuable asset to be wasted teaching.

This more than not always happened at the same time, which caused the old instructors to be replaced by the new ones.

But considering her father's position, even from a young age, Isabella had been amongst the staff of the academy. There was not a single thing about the academy that she didn't know.

In fact, she had been amongst the people who assessed and hired most of the instructors currently in the room.

The fact that she wasn't a tiered didn't matter. There was no other person in the hall that the instructors would all actually listen to.

Each of the instructors suddenly went silent, especially the second and third years, each of them glancing at one another.

Although the instructors weren't allowed to interfere in the affairs of the students, the Leader's summit had always been different.

The leader's summit hadn't started with the academy; it wasn't until after a few decades that it had been introduced.

And from the start, each year, it has been the responsibility of the instructors to choose whatever theme the students would use to battle during the summit, and this had been exactly why they were currently gathered.

Isabella, Jared, and the other first-year instructors all frowned as they saw their reaction. They didn't have to be geniuses to figure out that they were obviously planning something.

They each had their suspicions but didn't even need to think about it as in the next instant, the voice of a man suddenly sounded.

"I have a suggestion," the voice sounded… slow.

It was undeniably a man's voice, but it was as though speaking those words had been an incredible journey that took a lot of effort to achieve.

With lazy droopy eyes, blue hair, a slender figure, and an expression that screamed demotivation, the instructor, unmistakably an Enigmalnk, turned his tired gaze towards Isabella.

"Well, let's hear it," Isabella maintained her composure even though she knew well what he was about to propose.

The instructor's name was Rhiannon Enigmalnk, and he was one of the instructors of the third-year students.

Rhiannon nodded, a small smile marring his demotivated face. Then he mustered everything he had in him in order to raise his voice so everyone could hear him.

"The leader's summit has been held every academy year in the school. It was held so frequently that at this point, it has basically become a tradition."

Hearing an Enigmalnk, one who always acted logically, talk about tradition was baffling, to say the least, but they each didn't say anything and waited for him to finish speaking.

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