Chapter 11: End of First Year
The hallways of the dorms were noisy and filled with students, luggages in their hands. The school year had ended, and the students were excited to go home for two weeks. Only two weeks because they had to attend summer training.
In room 100, the students were packing their stuff. Zeroro asked his roomates if they are coming back next year.
"Definitely," Yeroro replied.
"I am, if you are," Zoruru said, which made Zeroro blushed.
"Nah," Yororo replied curtly.
The other three stopped what they were doing and stared at Yororo.
"What?" Yororo asked.
"Why?" the other three asked.
Yororo looked out from the window and thought for a moment. Then he said, "This is not for me."
"Why?" Zeroro asked.
"I don't think I want that kind of life. You know, you have to sacrifice your time and yourself to do that job. I don't want that, I can help Keron in other ways and still be myself," Yororo said uncomfortably, looking down at his feet.
Then Yeroro asked, "Why did you come here in the first place?"
"My dad was an assassin, and he died soon after I was born. I want to make him proud, but my mom was sad about it. Plus I don't really like this anyway so I might just join other branches."
The four students went back packing their stuff again, a stubborn silence lingered in the air.
"Well? Yororo said after he had finished packing, his bag in his hand. The others turned toward him and approached him. He extended his free hand to them. Then each one gave him a final handshake. "Let's resonate," he suggested.
"Yoroyoro-"
"Yeroyero-"
"Zerozero-"
"Zoruzoru-"
"Nemunemu-"
"Whoa!" the students jumped, "When did you get here?"
"What? I can't come to say goodbye to my student?" Nemumu accused.
Zoruru whispered, "He just ruined it. Everything was so serious until he came."
The students had to clean out their rooms by noon. Soon everyone was standing in front of the dorms, waiting to be picked. Zeroro watched Yororo leave, and he wondered if he would ever see him again.
