Clyde who now had become Jack, at least in name, sat quietly through the rest of the school day. He tried to focus, flipping pages and copying notes when needed, but most of it passed like static in his mind.
Some subjects stirred some familiarity from his memories, but too much had changed and happened. The deeper knowledge of this world's schooling had already faded during his long journey through gods, war, and his own death.
When the final bell rang, he exhaled quietly. Students gathered their things. He did the same. All he wanted now was to head home, get his bearings, and begin his real task which is training.
Even if his skills remained sealed, his body could still grow. His strength, speed, and reflexes, all of it needed to be advanced even more.
Whether his system can be used or not before the Selection Stage happening, he had to rebuild himself from the ground up.
