The third hour ended, and it was now break time. Yaraa was still trying to figure out who had thrown the paper at him earlier.

  As he scanned the classroom, he noticed a student standing near the restroom, waiting for everyone to leave. Once the restroom was empty, the students entered. Yaraa followed and cautiously stepped inside.

  The student turned to him and said, "Hey, I’m Kathir from TPPT."

  Yaraa crossed his arms. "And why did you call me here?"

  Kathir smirked. "I’ve been watching you since this morning. You’ve been trying to talk to people, but no one is talking to you. That made it clear—you have no idea what’s going on in this college."

  Yaraa narrowed his eyes, now paying close attention.

  Kathir continued, "So, I decided to tell you. The reason no one is talking to you is because of the system in this college. There are four groups that control everything here. Let me explain—"

  Yaraa listened intently as Kathir revealed the structure of the college.

  1. The Rulers (Tamizh’s Group) – The first and most powerful group, led by Tamizh. They created this system and hold ultimate authority over the other groups.

  2. The Hyena Group – This group is responsible for supplying money and resources to the Rulers.

  3. The Spies – They gather and store information on everyone in the college. Their identities are hidden, and they communicate using secret code words.

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  4. The Bodyguards – They train students in fighting and provide security under Tamizh’s rule.

  "Each group has a distinct way of identifying its members," Kathir explained.

  The Rulers wear red hand bands.

  The Hyena Group wears orange threads.

  The Spies have secret code words that even I don’t know.

  The Bodyguards have a unique sign that represents their group.

  Yaraa’s curiosity grew. "And which group do you belong to?"

  Kathir hesitated for a moment, glancing around to make sure no one else was in the restroom. Then, he leaned in slightly and whispered, "I’m in the fifth group."

  Yaraa raised an eyebrow. "Fifth group?"

  Kathir nodded. "Yes. My group’s job is to recruit members for the four main groups. That’s why I’m talking to you now. So… which group are you going to join?"

  Yaraa thought for a moment before asking, "What about the other first-year students?"

  "My group has already spoken to them," Kathir replied. "Some have already chosen their groups, while others are still deciding. But now, tell me—which group are you going to join?"

  Without hesitation, Yaraa smirked and said, "I’m going to join your group."

  Kathir's expression changed instantly. "That’s impossible."

  Yaraa frowned. "Why?"

  Kathir sighed. "Because if you want to join the fifth group, you need to master all the skills of the other three groups—combat, strategy, and intelligence gathering."

  Yaraa stared at him and asked, "So, do you have all those skills?"

  Kathir grinned confidently. "Of course, I do."

  Without warning, Yaraa attacked.

  Kathir was caught off guard for a second, but he quickly reacted, blocking the strike. The two clashed fiercely, exchanging punches and dodging each other’s attacks. Kathir was strong, but he quickly realized something—Yaraa wasn’t fighting at full power.

  Sensing this, Kathir smirked and went all out. After a short but intense fight, Kathir managed to pin Yaraa down.

  "Wow, wow… You’re good at fighting," Kathir said, catching his breath. "So, does that mean you already have all the necessary skills?"

  Yaraa dusted himself off and replied, "You tell me."

  Kathir chuckled. "Alright, we still need to test your other two skills. But not now, because—"

  RING!

  The break was over. The bell rang, signaling the end of their conversation. Both of them returned to the classroom.

  As soon as Yaraa sat down, the boy sitting beside him suddenly turned and asked, "What’s your name?"

  Yaraa froze.

  He looked at the boy, then smirked knowingly. "So… you’re from the third group, huh?"

  The boy’s eyes widened in shock. Before he could say anything, Yaraa turned to Kathir and asked, "So, did I pass the test or not?"

  Kathir grinned. "Yeah, you did."