After a good sleep, Sakar's face got healed. He healed a lot faster than normal people.

Sakar woke up early and went to Mr. Hakki's class. The classroom had thirty desks and a blackboard. There was not a place for the teacher to sit. The walls were the color of champagne just like the dorm. The school used the color of champagne on every wall.

He was waiting for Mr. Hakki to come. He thought about if there will be other students in the class. Didn't raise his hopes high, he knew that people hated magic in this country. But it would be good for him if sexy girls with sexy legs would attend that class. The more the merrier.

The door opened and Mr. Hakki entered the room.

"What kind of teacher would be late to class?"

Sakar felt a slap to his face out of nowhere. He could swear that something just slapped him but he just couldn't see the culprit. Mr. Hakki seemed like he ignored his teasing.

"Good morning, Sakar."

"Good morning, teacher."

Mr. Hakki gave him a form to fill, Sakar filled the form and handed it to Mr. Hakki. The form was to apply to the magic class.

Mr. Hakki was a middle-aged man. He came from a distant land. He had white skin, brown hair and brown eyes. His beards and mustache were also brown. He was a little bit muscular but also looked a little bit fat in the stomach region. He stood upright all the time.

Mr. Hakki: "Did you know that you have an amazing aptitude toward magic?"

Sakar: "That bastard prime minister of Zagriba also said the same, he could not decide about whether sacrificing me or training me would be better for them. In the end, during his dilemma a group of shaman soldiers saved me from their fucking facility, even though so many people told me to forget about these incidents, I have pledged to God for revenge if it exists or not."

Mr. Hakki: "Have you been to one of those stone charger facilities? Too bad for you."

Sakar: "Teacher, I want to kill every citizen of that fucking country!"

Mr. Hakki sighed and moved his hand, his look turned into one of anger, his hairs changed to white and strong bullet-like wind hit Sakar. Sakar got pushed to the class wall and then dropped to the ground moaning in pain.

Mr. Hakki: "You are nothing Sakar. At least as of now. Don't think, you can justify your anger when you have no power at all."

Sakar: "F*ck you!"

After hearing this Mr. Hakki's expression turned into one of pity and his hairs turned into blue, with the wave of his hand a water ball began to be collected in his hand and the room started to become drier. He threw a punch to the air towards where Sakar was and then the water ball hit him on the face and got stuck. He was not able to breathe. While bubbles were coming from his mouth, he got up and ran towards him.

Mr. Hakki's hair turned into black and Sakar began to feel heavy. He dropped to the ground. Then Mr. Hakki turned his left hand into black and hair back to gray. His left hand stayed like forcing something to the ground. He used his right hand to take the water back. Sakar took a deep breath.

Mr. Hakki: "As far as I can see, the look in your eyes is not one of fear but admiration."

Sakar: "I have felt hopeless before but that was something different."

Mr. Hakki: "Why do you think so?"

Sakar: "When they murdered my people, we have been forced to sleep with magic. Nobody in our village had any knowledge about magic, even its existence. When I woke up I was chained and was on a huge ship. But this time I was not restricted by an external thing."

Mr. Hakki: "So do you still think the same thing about magic?"

Sakar: "Yes, I now understand the power of my enemy. I agree to be even cursed to take my revenge."

In his mind, he was also thinking about the possibilities of the perversion he could do with magic. An image of skirts dancing with the passing of air flashed through his mind.

Mr. Hakki: "Some say it is a curse, but if you ask me I would consider magic a blessing."

Sakar: "I don't care what it is from now on, I will consider it a tool."

Mr. Hakki: "The president mentioned about your past but not these ones. She mentioned mostly your pervert acts. I didn't know that you had that kind of purpose at all. I thought all you wanted from life were girls and girls only."

Sakar: "I still want girls, teacher. Maybe, you can also teach me how to captivate their hearts."

Sakar felt another slap on his face.

Mr. Hakki: "I am going to be your magic teacher!"

Mr. Hakki released the black color from his hand and Sakar managed to get up. He sat on a chair.

And the door opened with a knock.