The news spread like wildfire through Jayrodale. Many unfortunate creditors with outstanding debts with the Northern District rushed to Madblade Martial Academy's doors, demanding their money back.

"Dean, pay up!"

"Dean, you're Atlas's senior and the Northern District's second-in-command. If you don't pay, you can join him six feet under!"

"Give us our money back, you crook!"

Large red banners were unfurled at the academy's entrance as angry crowds gathered, hurling insults.

The academy remained unfazed as students came and went, completely ignoring the protesters while luxury cars continued pulling up to the entrance.

The academy's response was simple. "Want your money? Ask Northern District or the dead Atlas. Madblade Martial Academy never defaults on payments, and we won't tolerate these circus acts."

Soon, a Volkswagen Beetle pulled up to the academy's entrance, and two striking figures stepped out—Christina and Aspen. The creditors immediately swarmed around them.