The Extra's Rebellion
Chapter 47: Cafe

Chapter 47: Cafe

His scythe— Requiem.

Its long, matte-black handle was sleek, it’s handle extremely cold in his palm. As he drew it out, he felt a chill travel through his spine. The blade was housed in a metal sheath. With a soft motion, he unsheathed it—and the moment he did, a sharp shhhhhrip echoed in the small dressing room, the sound of air being cut. The edge shimmered faintly, so sharp it hurt to look at.

"Wow," he whispered.

He gave it a few experimental swings, testing its weight and balance—it felt like it was made for him. Then, as if guided by instinct, he found the chain mechanism and noticed the silver bracelet it was attached to. Slipping it on, he channeled a tiny pulse of Aether—and the chain connecting the scythe to the bracelet in his wrist vanished as if it was never they to begin with.

He kept the scythe carefully back to it box then turned to the last two boxes.

Inside the jewel-like one was a compact dagger with a curved grip, and in the flatter black box, a sleek, compact handgun—its body streamlined, with the charging display filled up. He examined them both with appreciation. The gun slid easily into the holster which he then processed to tusk into the back of his waistband of his pants. The dagger, he tucked into his coat at the side.

He dropped the scythe back in the box as didn’t see anyone with weapons yesterday—he wasn’t about to flaunt his either.

Once dressed and ready, Zephyr stepped out of the dressing room and paused.

All around him, students were filing out of their own rooms, the hall now filled with boys—and each wore a uniform tailored to their class or clan. Some had high collars, others coats with golden buttons or coat that drifted to the knee just like his. The styles varied, but the color scheme stayed within crimson, black, and white. It was a parade of elegance. But upon closer look one could see that it all related to the colour of their clan— Red and black for Demios, Gold and white for Solmyr, Dull gold for DuskFall clan, and purple-black for UmbraFan clan.

And yet, despite their polished looks, many turned their noses at him.

A few even sneered.

He caught a pair of boys from one of the vessels of Demios clan muttering as they passed him, their eyes rolling with disgust. Others didn’t say anything, but their expressions were clear.

Disdain. Contempt.

Zephyr sighed and adjusted his collar.

’Tsk children’. The idea that he was older then them made it even hard for him to relate to them. Not to talk of how they felt about him.

He didn’t slow down, heading straight for the hallway and out the dorm entrance. His boots clicked softly against the smooth floor as he moved toward the café.

A new day had begun. The sky outside had turned into a brilliant blend of purple and gold, the sun beginning its slow rise over the spires of the academy.

His stomach grumbled. Again.

"Papa will do better today," he murmured, then added. "But not this morning".

But his stomach, like a disappointed child, growled in reply as if saying. "I knew it".

"Chill out, I will go hunting later". He tried to console his child as he stroked his stomach. But it grumbled even more, clearly not believing him.

"Tsk". He rolled his eyes at the antics of his stomach, at least someone was still talking to him.

Zephyr stepped into the academy café, the soft chime of the auto-door barely registering in his ears. The interior was sleek and minimal, with pale steel walls and glass-panel counters that shimmered under the warm lighting. A few students were already seated at tables, some talking, some quietly eating. Most didn’t notice him—but a few did, and predictably, looked away.

He walked toward the same table he previously sat, where the notepad hovered sat on the table. He picked up the digital pen clipped beside it and quickly ticked off his usual— two egg muffins and a coffee.

The moment his choices were confirmed, the images of the food vanished from the list with a soft hum—and a few seconds later, the same petite brown-haired girl from yesterday appeared beside his table, her uniform apron as crisp as ever. Without saying a word, she placed his tray down with precise, almost mechanical efficiency.

"Thanks," Zephyr muttered, meeting her eyes briefly.

She gave him a polite nod, then walked away.

The coffee steamed, dark and rich. The egg muffins were warm, buttery, and filling—enough to shut his complaining stomach up— for now.

Midway through his second muffin, Zephyr tapped his phone. A blue-glow interface flickered to life above it. Elden’s voice rang out a moment later, calm and professional.

"Zephyr. Your schedule for today has been set."

Three classes lit up on the projection:

General Knowledge – Morning

Medication and Basic Alchemy – Afternoon

Sparring – Evening

Zephyr sighed and took a sip of coffee. "Doesn’t seem so bad". But at the sight of sparring his face twisted to a grimace.

A quiet moment passed. The café buzzed softly around him, students going on with their lives like he wasn’t even there. And maybe that was for the best.

He checked the time. General Knowledge didn’t start till nine thrity.

"I can get use to not going to class till nine". Back on earth he absolutely hated early morning classes.

The time slipped by like water and before he knew it, it was time to go.