When Sangue heard that the funny-looking professor of the class would tell everyone a story, she expected a decent story. And, to her ears, it was a decent story. For Sangue lived with little to no tolerance on listening to others’ tales, regardless of how idle and passive they were. They were her form of entertainment by default.

She glanced at Ben, then at Trad. Her two teammates seemed… excited to raise their hands. To imitate them, she attempted to raise her hand, only to hear the familiar sound of chains quietly clattering against each other.

Sangue turned to her right arm, suddenly remembering that she had a metallic link of chains instead of flesh. Blinking with her blank expression still on, she turned away from the claw “arm” and proceeded to raise her other hand.

She actually did not understand what was going on due to the fact that she finally dozed off when Professor Port daringly asked the students if they were willing to face a Grimm. Needless to say, she had no reason to fear about fighting anything without weapons, regardless of whether she knew what was going on or not.

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Sangue remained silent.