The Man's True Colors
1380 Words
"Then get pulverized. Boys, do some clean-up for me."
Oh boy. He finally show his true colors.
"Sigh..."
What do I expect from this guy? I'm starting to remember that one a-hole that acts like this too.
The white blanket of society has a lot of stains and even when cleaned, another stain will appear over time. That Bureau should've been able to detect this kind of scheme. Are they slacking or something?
Oh well, better focus on this one.
So, there are twenty guys...plus the a-hole...furthermore, they're all well-equipped.
They just used a lot of equipment cards like armors and weapons. Are you guys preparing for war?
'I', on the other hand, only had myself. I dislike using equipment cards--scratch that. I can use equipment of course, but I don't purchase anything; all of my cards are made by yours truly (I would rather use my money for buying food for me and my sister than purchasing rune cards). Since I'm wearing the academy's uniform, 'I' cannot afford to strike back, or that would spell trouble to both me and the chairman.
I'm starting to get excited. How will 'I' fare against these thugs?
"HAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
"SMASH YOU!!!"
Eh? You don't need to scream guys. Ah, on second thought, I want you guys to scream more and I would appreciate it if you shout out some vulgar words like...
"DIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE YOU PIECE OF s**t!"
Yeah, like that.
I have it all recorded.
•••
"STOP EVADING YOU CUNT!"
"DAMN, HIS REFLEXES ARE ABSURD!"
These useless bunch... it's only a person they need to beat up and yet they weren't able to hit him even once. What a waste. I thought I would be in delight since we got a new punching bag but all I see are pathetic subordinates and their sloppy attacks.
"You bunch of weaklings! Step aside! I'll do it myself."
"Sorry sir, he's pretty nimble--"
"I DON'T WANT TO HEAR YOUR PATHETIC EXCUSES!"
"GUH!!!"
To my annoyance, I punched one of my students and he flew few meters away from me and immediately fainted. What a weak pig; I'll beat him into shape after this.
I turned my attention to the elf's secretary and started cracking my knuckles one after the other.
"Well, what do you know? For you to be able to hold up this long is commendable. However, you took your sweet time just evading their blows. It doesn't matter if you're nimble; I'm pretty sure you're tired. I'll give you a commemoration for such a feat...with my fists, that is."
"For someone who said earlier that in this kind of situation, men only converse the other with their fists, you sure blabber a lot."
This boy is pitiful.
Think he's a hotshot? Well, he's not!
"HAH! THIS IS THE END PIPSQUEAK! TAKE THIS! BRAWLER SKILL: [FLASH STRIKE!]"
I used my prized rune card [Flash Strike] to him. It's a Brawler skill that allows me to appear in front of the target and hit it with tremendous speed. With this, he can't possibly evade my attack.
"WHA-!?"
What the f**k just happened?
"You...how are you able to evade my [Flash Strike]!?"
"Beginner's luck, I guess?"
"Cheeky brat...that luck of yours will soon be diminished. HRAAAAAAAAGH!"
"I'm not a fool to just give you the opportunity to hit my face for free. Well, it's not that I like to get a hit from your punches, sir."
Hah! This brat sure is nimble. But can he dodge my next move?
I put some distance between us, and started distributing my mana to my entire body. With this, I'll be able to his speed.
"Status Card, [Speed Up]."
"For you to use [Speed Up]...you're seriously going to kill me huh?"
"You bet I am. Now, be a good boy and get wrecked."
In a blink of an eye, I grabbed his face with my right hand and pummeled him to the ground.
"I. GOTCHA. NOW."
That's what I said as I reached out his face.
HUH?
WHY IS THIS TWERP SMILING?
"Hah, that certainly would hurt 'me' a lot. It looks like this is the end of 'this' me."
"What are you talking about? Are you perhaps don't know the vast difference between you and I? I'm more powerful than you."
"Mm-hmm. Let's go with that."
"Now. It's time for punishment!"
I punched his abdomen, and, of course with my ferocious punch, he spew some blood. And in every punch I throw at him, he grunted, like some mice squeaking when being bitten by a snake.
Now that's more I like it!
"MORE! I WANT MORE OF YOUR AGONY!"
"GUH. KUH...."
"NOW...HEY YOU! GIVE ME THAT SLEDGEHAMMER!"
"Yes, boss!"
The sledgehammer was thrown at me and I caught it. The next thing I did is to smash him until he dies.
Ahhhhh...the more I see him bleed makes every swing satisfying!
...or not. It's not like me to doubt what I see, but I feel that there's something's not right.
It's weird. On that time when I'm about to grasp his face, I'm pretty sure that he jumped backwards and should've been able to evade my move. However, he slightly widened his eyes and jumped towards me afterwards, making sure that his face would be grabbed.
"As expected of the boss! The guy's now a pounded meat!"
"Heh, don't celebrate just yet. Throw this trash to the pits. You over there, make sure that the CCTV footage will be fabricated as if there's nothing that happened here, got that?"
"YES, SIR!"
Yes. There's no need for a celebration just yet.
What is this uneasiness I'm feeling?
•••
Meanwhile, in a seemingly abandoned warehouse in the school premises...
"Hic...sob...I want to go home already."
"I know. Even I want to, but we can't get out of here."
"I wonder if Miss Crimson is worried about us?"
"Of course she is. Let's just wait patiently; help will come."
Four individuals--all females--were imprisoned there. Their tattered clothes and worn-out expressions were only the surface of their mixed emotions of hatred and sorrow. All they could do in this situation is to defend their sanity and feminity. Every day they spent here is hellish; several hoodlums oogling at their chests, touching them maliciously, and torturing them are few of what they experienced.
"Thank goodness, there's a rune card that protects us."
"True...but, will I be able to get married? After what we've been through...even with the symbol of my feminity's still intact..."
"Hush now, everyone! Somebody's coming!"
Footsteps are heard, and so the four ladies, except one, pretended to be asleep.
"How are you guys? I'm so sorry for not being able to come here and tend you all."
"Oh, it's her!"
"Hello there. Are you alright?"
The one who appeared before them is no other than the sole person in this hellish academy that takes care of them tenderly.
She possesses bluish round eyes; white hair with the length about to reach her shoulders and has a slender figure.
Her current appearance is somehow disoriented, from her head oozed some blood, and with that the imprisoned ones unanimously hunched that she has been beaten up by her schoolmates again.
"I'm trying to secure a safe route for you guys to escape but so far, I'm still under strict monitoring after our failed attempt."
"Ah no, please...just stop it. We're worried about your well-being, you know?"
"No. You guys must be freed. You don't deserve to stay here--"
"And you don't deserve to receive such treatment. Please, we're begging you to take care of yourself first. You need to recover--I mean, look at yourself...you still have some visible bruises."
"Ah, don't worry, I drank a medicine that'll help ease the pain and helps my body recover faster."
"But still...eh? Who's that guy behind you?"
"Huh? Wait who are you!?"
"If you guys want to leave this place, cooperate with me."
Out of nowhere, an unknown guy appeared behind the girl and made the whole group, the white-haired lady included, panicked.
"And why would we--"
"Tone down your voice! To you, mister nice guy... I'm sorry but I can't--wait. That uniform, that couldn't possibly be?"
"You finally noticed? I'm not a student here. The chairman sent me. The name's Yukti."
- Writer
