119 Trip [2]

Scritch-scratch

The sound of scribbling pencils rang out in the classroom. In the otherwise quiet classroom, the cadets were focused on the papers in front of them. 

Some were scratching their heads in confusion, while others were fully focused on the paper. 

I was too as I filled in the questions in front of me. 

Flip—

Flipping the page over, my eyes paused on the next question. 

[Describe the weakness of this monster]

"....." 

I paused for a second and frowned. Not because the question was hard, but because it was a little too easy. 

'Isn't this the boss monster of the Labyrinth?' 

<<Glacial Behemoth>> 

Staring at the image in front of me, I didn't know what to say. Was this on purpose? In the end, I answered with the only answer that I knew. 

'The tusk.'