Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

Did you hear Clara? A girl with short bob cut hair slid into a seat by Clara in the medium sized lecture hall.
It only held about 100 students at max capacity, but only truly ever housed 50 at a time.
What am I saying, of course you heard, hes your father after all.

Oh? Is he coming today? Clara looked out of the window, her grey eyes as cold as usual.

The President doing talks for your university was a big deal.
And usually, it was only for the end of year graduation.
But, President Gallagher was most known during his tenure as an education reformist.
So, he often made monthly appointments with various schools around the country, promoting higher learning, but also, smarter learning.
It was because of him that America had begun to rank higher in education in recent years.

Youre too cold, the girl pouted.
Look, Jason is looking over here again.
Whats not to like!

Seeing Clara not reacting, she could only give up.
Well, that was until she noticed blond hair and blue eyed Jason walking over.

Seeing that, she smoothed her hair but also poked at Clara.
But, could only give up seeing that she was still being ignored.

Clara.
Jason smiled politely, speaking with a clear British accent.
Penelope.
Its nice to see you two looking beautiful, as usual..

Penelope smiled while Clara looked up, nodding in acknowledgement.

Jason leaned in and whispered, making sure only the three of them heard.
Penelope.
I finally got Clara to agree to go on a date with me.

He looked excited, like a little boy on Christmas morning.
It was also clear that he wasnt here to brag about it, or else he would have spoken out loud for more than them to hear.
That made Penelope nod with approval before she registered what had just been said.

Wait, what?!

Sh, sh, sh.
Jason brought his finger to his lips.
Im only here so that you can make sure she doesnt back out.

Penelope looked over at Clara, but all she found was her friend looking out of the window again.
It was clear that Jason wasnt lying.

Thats so cute.
Penelope giggled.
Okay.
Let me know when its happening so I can make sure shes ready.
I wont let her escape!

Suddenly, the door of the classroom opened, causing everyone to turn their gaze over.
They were supposed to have the president as a lecturer today, but they found it odd that they didnt see any of the usual press and security detail.
Not to mention he was late.

But, when they saw a young man walk in wearing a crisp white t shirt and sweat pants rolled to his calves, many were confused.
Well, the men were confused.
Many of the women were in a daze.
They had simply never seen someone so attractive.

Penelope gripped Claras forearm, unwilling to take her eyes off of the young man.
You already have Jason, right? You can let me have this one?

Clara looked up in confusion, but when she saw who it was, she froze.

Jason, who was still facing the two of them, didnt take too kindly to Claras reaction.
She had never seen her emotions shift much from their baseline coldness.
Even when she accepted his invite this morning, it had been with the faintest of nods.
Jason had to strain and even double check before he confirmed that that was her way of saying yes.

Wait, isnt that?

The chatter in the class began to rise as they analyzed who this young man was.
The only person who seemed confused was Jason.
But, he couldnt be blamed.
After all, he had come here for school and was originally from Europe.
He wasnt as aware of Dyons fame as the far West world was.

In addition to this, Dyons passing to enter the martial world was a country secret.
Something even the American students here didnt know.
After all, the mortal realm wasnt united.
The idea of a citizen of a country becoming a martial expert could drastically tip the balance of power, and as such, results were kept secret.

The only reason Clara knew and understood was not only because she was the presidents daughter.
That wasnt enough to justify her knowing a military grade secret.
The reason was because President Gallagher knew his daughter cared for Dyon and didnt want her to think he just upped and disappeared.
So, he broke the rules.

Jason looked around to hear the chatter, but he was confused.
He had to admit that this boy was attractive, but this was Princeton.
Since when did how you looked dictate anything?

Dyon looked around, quickly scanning over the class.
But, before he could finish, he noticed Jason making his way over.

Hi.
Sorry, do you need help getting to the right classroom? Jason asked with a smile.
He didnt make the assumption that Dyon wasnt meant to be in Princeton.
After all, no matter how lost someone was, they would know what this institution was.
But, this was a small class of only about 50 and Jason had never seen him before despite it being near the end of a semester.
So, he thought hed help.
Especially since Dyon looked a bit young.
Hes likely a first year

Dyon smiled politely.
No, I think Im in the right place.
This is where G m I mean President Gallaghers lecture was meant to take place, right?

Hearing his accent, Dyon immediately understood why Jason didnt recognize him.

Thats right.
Jason nodded, Are you a new transfer student?

Uh, actually, Im here to replace President Gallagher as todays lecturer.

Hearing Dyons words, whispers filled the room.
Those words confirmed a lot of their thoughts and excitement began to color their faces.
Who here didnt know of Dyon Sacharro? He was practically a legend!

Jason blinked with surprise.
Who here wasnt a genius among geniuses? This was not only Princeton, but this class had some people who stood out even among that crowd.
Clara for example was only nineteen, and yet was in multiple Masters level classes.
Jason was a transfer from Cambridge who was completing a dual diploma.
And even Penelope, who acted like a typical teenage girl a large portion of the time, was still a biochem savant.
But someone their age was going to lecture them?

Jason was fairly mild tempered and didnt react too harshly to this, but he was still inwardly off put.

Do you mind if I ask what you will lecture us on?

Dyon pondered for a bit.
Actually, I hadnt thought that far.
Why dont you guys decide?

Jason didnt know whether to laugh or cry.
If he ever got the opportunity to replace the president, how many tireless weeks would he spend preparing? But this guy didnt even have a lecture idea?

Ah.
First.
I should probably introduce myself.
I havent been in the public eye for a while, but many of you likely know my father, General Sacharro.
Obviously, that makes me his son.
Dyon Sacharro.

Jason froze.
Whether he knew what Dyon looked like was one thing.
But that name That was a name the entire mortal realm knew.

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