606 Teacher Crowley Crowley woke up refreshed as if all of his worries had vanished with a good night's sleep. The bed was more comfortable than anything he had before, and when looking around he still couldn't believe the apartment he was in. Marble floors, underfloor heating, top of the range cooking appliances with an island and a balcony he could go out on and see the sights of the city, which right now there seemed to be quite a bit of construction going on. It wasn’t that the AFA paid him badly, for from it. They needed to pay the teachers that were Altered a good wage because Altereds in the first place had so many opportunities they could take. It was just the treatment that had been given so far was the next level, but he had to be cautious. The fact that everything was overly nice, in some ways made him worry more that this whole thing could be a scam. It was a common technique to sucker one in like so. According to Crowley’s schedule he would give two different types of lessons in the afternoon. There was a general self defence class, and then there was also a special class... but there was no information on what that special class would be. Crowley thought about contacting one of those on the phone he had been given, but decided against it. If it was really important then they could always contact him and besides it was his first day and he hadn’t made the decision whether or not he would be staying. Walking over, he turned on the TV, and there was a sports announcer. “The students this year coming out of the AFA have been incredibly impressive, with all of them managing to achieve their first win in the ring. The question is where will they go from here. There are many promotional teams as well as professional groups and corporations that will be looking to sponsor these incredibly talented fighters. “From there, will any of them be able to make a dent in the top 50, a foundation of which has remained unshakable in the AFC for a long period of time now?” While the announcer was asking these questions, clips from the fights that had occurred were being played in the background. In the AFC, Altereds weren’t allowed to use their special skills, if they had the power of lightning, fire and so on. However, they were allowed to partially transform and fully transform into their Altered forms, and if they could do something different with their new body, such as use their long tongue. However, what had come off as impressive was that the Altered students that fought in their debut match this time, none of them transformed yet were still able to win their fights. This had happened in individual cases before, but not the entire group and it went to show just how far ahead the AFA were compared to all the other academies. Last night, Crowley had watched the matches, supporting and cheering them on, even though he was no longer part of the academy anymore. It was nice to see them all doing well, and he hoped that those that he taught in the special lessons would go on to do well as well. ‘I will be watching you all, and supporting you even if I never see any of you again, and as for the Green Haired one, I hope he doesn’t feel guilty for what happened to me.’ Crowley thought. —— Unpacking his things and setting up his room the way he liked it, the time for his evening lesson had come quicker than he thought. He needed to arrive early to see what exaclty he was dealing with. Following the directions set out, there was a large development which looked like it had been made very recently and had only just finished. It was a relatively large shopping mall that had a modern and twisty design on the front, with a large screen showing advertisements that would switch once in a while. “Seriously, where did this town get this type of money, and it looks like it's expanding as well. I thought tier-3 places didn’t have these nice things because they would just get destroyed and ruined by the locals. Maybe the gang that is running this place has a tight grip on everyone here... speaking of, I didn’t really look into them. “But with my strength, even if I do run into trouble it shouldn't be harmful, but I should still make sure not to offend and annoy the wrong people.” Heading inside the shopping mall, he headed to the fifth floor and he could see the place in question. It had a glass panel that went across nearly the whole floor, and one could see mats inside along with a number of different types of equipment. It was close to being at the top level, it wasn’t quite what the AFA would have but it was pretty close. Heading inside, he put his bag of tools down, some equipment he had brought himself realising that he wouldn’t need it. ‘This room, you could fit about a 1000 people in here, just how popular do they expect this class to be?’ Crowley thought. While getting things ready and wondering what to teach for his first lesson, he soon could see people enter the training room, they gave a friendly wave and would usually come in groups of two or three at a time. The thing that stood out was the uniform they were wearing, all of it was in black and gold, the same as those he first had met. The people kept coming in and in, and there were already around fifty in the room. That’s when he recognised one face, and it seemed she recognized him as well. “It's... the perv!” Amy pointed and said relatively loudly. There wasn’t a lot that would cause Crowley to be embarrassed but in a room full of people he hadn’t met before, being called a perv would do it. “I’m not a Perv!” Crowley stated. “I’m a teacher. I used to be in the AFA, and now I am teaching classes here.” “The AFA!” One of the boys shouted and soon, nearly all of those in the room were asking Crowley questions. They couldn’t believe that they really were going to be taught by someone from the AFA. They also had non stop questions for him about those in the AFA as well. “I guess this was Kai’s big surpirse.” White said. “No wonder he lives on the same floor as us. He must have decided to pay him quite a bit.” Through living with White, Amy practically got nearly all of her information from White about the gang. She knew who was in the gang and what they did, but was still unaware that her brother was the leader, only that he was in the gang itself. It was why she was happy that he was in the AFA, rather than focusing on this gang business. Eventually coming through the door were two more that White recognised as they would come to the Wolf’s pool club from time to time. “Come on!” Kevin shouted. “Innu told us this is important, we have to be here on time.” Kevin was practically dragging Suzan into the room, and they were standing at the back, waiting for the class to get ready. Eventually there were two hundred people in the room mostly dressed in the black and gold clothing with a few people that wore their own clothes. Eventually, a man entered the room wearing a mask on his face, a slight tint of blonde hair could be seen creeping out the sides, and when the others noticed him they all bowed down. “We greet you sir!” They shouted in unison as Kai went ahead and walked to the front to meet Crowley. “There are going to be a lot of classes with a lot of students from now on, and as I said if there is anything you need, please don’t hesitate to ask.” Kai said. Crowley was in disbelief, what was the reaction of the others, this didn’t seem like a corporation or a company but more like... ‘Have I joined a gang... without knowing it... no that can’t be?’ Crowley thought. He was trying to dismiss it in his head, even if he had joined a gang, he was just a simple teacher. He wasn't in the gang itself, and that was IF it was the case. “I do have a question actually.” Crolwy asked. “The special lesson, what’s that for, there wasn’t any information.” “That?” Kai smiled. “Well, there is a reason why we wanted a teacher from the AFA. Because we need you to train our Altered of course.” ****** For updates for MVS and future works please remember to follow me on my social media below. Instagram: Jksmanga P.a.t.r.e.o.n jksmanga When news of MVS, MWS or any other series comes out, you will be able to see it there first, and you can reach out to me. If I’m not too busy, I tend to reply back.