Six Warriors

An Old Acquaintance - (Fenrir)

It was already the fourth day of the week, called Wednesday by the young boys who came from another world, when Fenrir returned to classes recovered. Those who knew the small underworld of gangs that existed in that academy, Fenrir and his friends came to have a little respect soon after the tributes given by the Iron Fist to the Phantom Lord and to a lesser extent to the Boarders. However, it was this new g**g, this new unofficial club, Phantom Lord, that aroused the highest levels of curiosity in the academy rumors. Black Wolf's nickname figured in the hall of the infamy of the academy's most feared delinquents, and although many didn't know who the identity belonged to, it was obvious to Fenrir that the delinquents knew who he was. Jack had even told him that the School News frequently attacked the name Black Wolf, a far bigger hoax than he'd expected had spread through the academy. Fenrir knew that despite having some perks, that fame would bring unwanted attention, like the attention of the Student Council.

Fenrir, he thought about all this, but he wasn't all that worried, going along with his friends, he could even say he was enjoying the rumors. Everything seemed fine, until the boy saw a figure already known to him... yes... a figure not very pleasant in the boy's eyes. Fenrir's smile as he chatted with his friends about the rumors and the Phantom Lord's infamy faded when the boy spotted that man.

"Fenrir? Hey, did something happen, man?" He heard Ethan ask.

"What's that guy doing here?" he asked growling. He watched Gigar with hatred in his eyes. He didn't wait for an answer, he wanted to move forward, but he felt his friends holding him back. "Why are you holding me?" Fenrir asked.

Gigor noticed all that, grinned toothlessly at the boys.

"Oh hello boy" he greeted "I've seen you before, alright? Hmm, Fenrir isn't it? I just looked at your file on the Teacher's Bracelet."

"Yeah, I remember you very well and this time I'm going to finish you off!" Fenrir growled.

"Oh will you go?" Gigor chuckled "I see here in your student record you're not exactly an example, would you really mess it up any more? Would you really hit Professor Synfull?"

"Professor Synfull? What are you talking about?"

"Fenrir" said Arthur "he is the new teacher."

"What?! How can that be?"

Gigor laughed.

"Well, good luck, little Fenrir, and so are your little punk friends. You'll need it." Saying this, Gigor left.

"Is this some kind of joke? Damn!" Fenrir escaped the arms of his friends and ran.

"Hey Fenrir, where are you going?" He heard Ethan ask behind his back but didn't listen and kept running, "Damn, someone should stop him before he does something stupid!" But Fenrir ran faster than any of them. He would go to the council to report it. When he arrived, he knocked heavily on the door. Once again, it was Monique who appeared.

"What the hell, you again?" he asked with a growl.

"Don't worry boy, this time I'm here" said a voice behind Monique. It was the headmistress who was there, which made the boy have the slightest hope of being heard. Fenrir pushed the girl aside, causing her to let out a victim's little moan.

"What kind of game is this?!" he asked angrily.

"This aggressiveness is not common for you, boy. Now, sit down, calm down a little, be reasonable." Madeleine asked "Monique, my darling, bring us some tea..."

"I don't want tea!"

"An orange juice maybe?"

"No… er… thanks." Madeleine's calm made the boy think a little more reasonably. Fenrir sat down.

"Well, if you want it that way. But come on, tell me, what are you talking about?"

"About Gigor. What's he doing here?!"

"About who?" Monique asked.

"Gigor, the new teacher, the bald toothless one."

"Oh, you must be talking about Professor Synfull," Madeleine replied with honest calm.

"His name is Gigor and he is a scoundrel."

"Hm… yeah, what's the complaint?"

"What's the complaint? Do you happen to see the candidates' résumés? That guy is evil!"

"Hm… so you don't like him do you?" Monique asked smiling mischievously.

"It's much more than not liking it! He's evil! He… sacrifices children and conspires in favor of evil, ask the others, he may look pathetic, but he's evil!"

"What you say is very serious, Mr. Fenrir." Madeleine frowned, not like she was angry, but like she was thinking.

"But it's true… hey, so you know my name?"

Madeleine smiled gently.

"Well, I pretty much remember the names of all my students" she chuckled "and also, a certain granddaughter of mine has been complaining too much about you."

Fenrir ignored the last part, and Monique looked embarrassed, but said nothing, and they both pretended that Madeleine hadn't said that.

"Well… so that's it… he… he's evil."

"Is there evidence?" Monique asked sarcastically.

"Of course I do. Let me call Ethan and..."

"That's witnesses, my dear, not evidence. One can very well manipulate witnesses."

"But..."

"The fact, Fenrir" Madeleine butted in, "is that Synfull arrived with credit here. Whoever brought him was..."

"It was me" Said a deep voice, coming out of nowhere "I brought him here and recommended him. What's wrong with him, boy?"

Fenrir couldn't help but chuckle.

"Oh, great, who brought it was this aas..."

"Watch the tongue, Fenrir!" Madeleine stopped him from talking nonsense, "I could punish you for that, I'm warning you."

Fenrir looked suspiciously at Professor Ichiro Kuro.

"Synfull, he's a good teacher, Fenrir" said the headmistress "if you have a problem with him, try to solve it with him. If you have any proof that he did something inappropriate, let me know, okay?"

“You stupid fool old hag! Bringing people like that to this stupid school! Any proof? Am I a detective, you old fool?” Fenrir was thinking irritated, but what he said was:

"Of course Headmistress Madeleine!" He smiled sympathetically in a forceed way "I'll be a good boy!"

"I'll look into it. I guarantee that nothing bad will happen to you or any other students. I guarantee you."

"Thank you, Headmistress" Fenrir sincerely thanked her and the old woman smiled kindly. She was the only nice and kind person running the school, even if she was naive at times, and she was also pretty much the only person Fenrir didn't dislike from the academy authorities. He left. When he was already out, someone called him:

"Fenrir." It was Monique.

"What you want?" he asked sharply.

"I'm delighted to hear that you don't get along with Professor Synfull. That's why I insist that he share the Class Director post with Professor Ichiro. I bet you'll love it, right?" She laughed mockingly.

"We already have Class Directors, Earnest and sometimes Takehiko."

"Hmm, but they'll understand" she chuckled. Fenrir glared at her with pent-up fury, pent-up fury with much effort about to spill over. "What's up, boy? Are you going to cry?" She smiled in a wicked way.

"Don't you think it's good to get off my back already?"

"Oh," she pretended to think for a while "no."

"You…" Fenrir lunged at her and caught her by the collar. Her scent was irritatingly pleasant.

"I know it must be stimulating for you to be in touch with a girl as beautiful as me, but you better let go of me, little boy, because if I scream, you will see your life in this academy crumble." She smirked again "It's going to be hell. I'm being nice to warn you, so don't get used to that kind of courtesy."

The reasoning quickly returned to Fenrir's mind, and he let go.

"Yes, good boy." She scoffed.

"It's great to let you go, it's unpleasant to be in touch with you."

"Oh, really?" She laughed. Fenrir just got out of there.

As he turned the corner, he saw one of the people he least wanted to see there, Brandon Myrkem.

"That's great, what a perfect day" Fenrir thought wryly.

"Well, well, if it isn't the pathetic little wolf."

"Look, if you're not my most dedicated fan," said Fenrir, trying to convey a calm he didn't feel, "look, I couldn't give you an autograph the other day, but if you want now, just ask."

"You think you're funny, don't you?"

"I think? Hm… I'll think about it, I have to create of some good jokes to please my most dedicated fan, right? So, are you going to let me through today or are you going to want to give me a little kiss?

"I hear you don't get along with Professor Synfull." Brandon stated directly ignoring what Fenrir had said.

"How the hell does this guy know this?" Fenrir wondered, but had to remain calm, "hey man, look this obsession of yours is getting really weird, right? I mean, being my fan is fine, but being a stalker is already too weird, even for you."

"Well, just to let you know, Synfull is on our side, as is our leader he is very powerfull. Our strength only increases, little wolf."

"Is that so? Damn boy, how interesting I'll even write it down here, no, no, seriously, I'll write it down here, this is going to be a good joke."

"Yes. And at the tournament we're going to exterminate you and your friends!"

"Tournament? What are you talking about?"

"You really are stupid, aren't you? Find out about this school's tournament."

"Right, ok, what if you guys catch one of those dangerous guys? Hell's Dogs, Psycho Ghouls, or the dreaded Prince of the Night?"

"A warning, little wolf" he approached Fenrir, "at the moment we are the most dangerous ones in this academy" he whispered. Soon after, he left without looking back.