Lunch was 10 minutes from finishing the time that I existed the principles office.
The classes afterwards were of no interest.
"Lixer, tell Yuuta I'm skipping the last 2 periods,"
"Message sending," she said.
I put my phone away and stormed to my locker area with a million thoughts rushing though my head about payback.
In the locker room I took out my personal laptop. I went onto the search browser and in a different tab opened up a docs so I could create a report to read over. First I need to prep, delete anything that will leave traces and do double enforcements before starting.
...
An hour later I got the report done. I printed it using my personal printer so I didn't leave traces. I needed to be extra careful around that principle. Seems like a genius.
The reason that I needed to print and reread is because I don't read the information. I just type up a code that finds necessary things and copy it onto the docs. The thing with this code is that it needs to be updated every minute with strings of code.
It's troublesome but the most efficient way.
I read over the stats, Ian Ternic. He doesn't have a middle name? Interesting. Didn't expect a principle of a high class school to not have a middle name, he had obviously nurtured talents as well.
Class : Lower middle
Thats also unexpected. Reading thought it there was this one paragraph that completely baffles me.
'Ian Ternic was a low class man with a no job but a hobby, he liked to build robots that were not very high standard. He is the leader of an organisation that couldn't be called a company because of there class and level of work they were doing. He named his organisation YZ. During one of his projects, he was building the most complicated design he had ever attempted but it was too high for his level. The robot released a wave of high pitched sounds and exploded. The explosion was small but Ian at the time was at the verge of being deaf. His skull shattered and he died that day, 13th of July.'
This paragraph insists that he is dead. So how and why is he the principle of our school?
Then when I continued down I found the robots name. 'Principle'.
Read further down more clues came, this organisation was connected with a real company that had top level technology going though its productions and a boss that was greedy. His company was involved with the Black market, illegal tradings, illegal software and a number of other illegal acts that should of been punished with lifetime of jail.
All the other information was to do with his death and family though they were not involved with him in anyway. He divorced with his wife and she took their children, this happened 10 years again and he didn't seem to be too sad about it.
The logo that the company had also matched the one on the robots so that's a bit concerning.
It is the most likely to be related to the company.
Let's see... they are located in, Chicago. I'll go pay a visit to them during the school holidays, can't miss school.
I have thought about this beforehand, the conclusion I came to was that even if something really urgent came up I wouldn't skip a day of school, otherwise I'd be abusing my position as a noble heir. I'm going to be very stubborn about that fact.
Going back to the dojo randomly came into my mind. When am I going to do that? I was originally planning to do it in the school holidays but I don't really want to now, I want to know what kind of danger that principle is.
I might just do shorter sessions after school for a longer period of time, I'll see if master is available. Looking at my watch school ends in 30 minutes. Might as well call him now then. Just as I was about to take out my phone I heard a knock on the door. I opened the door to see a panting Yuuta with an angry look on his face.
"Tell me what gives you the right to just say you skipped class? " he said with a dangerous glint in his eyes
"I...," I couldn't say anything. I didn't want to drag him into this hole I dug myself into.
"You didn't even tell me on time! I was already heading to class so I could only escape just barely after it ended. Those girls are starting to piss me off." He said while walking in.
My eyes were opening slightly wider at his words. He wanted to skip with me? This genius kid who comes from an academically based family wanted to skip class for the sake of being with me! This guy is so confusing.
" Hey Yuuta, would you be available after school on all weekdays for about 2 hours?"
I asked, suddenly thinking about the dojo.
"Ummm, yeah sure" he said rubbing the back of his neck.
He seemed a bit uncertain, I didn't want to barge in so I'll just let him make his own decision. He had the confidence to outrightly decline, he is after all the richest guy in high class.
"I'll just make a phone call to book our session" I said back.
Dialling the number of the dojo master I saw Yuuta going to sit down on the couch.
"Hello Micheal, good to see your name again!" He said enthusiastically.
"Hi Rall, I was just wondering if I could start going to the dojo again every day after school for a normal session"
"Sure sure come by anytime!" He said back
I ended the call after saying bye and turned back to Yuuta giving him a look that said the booking was successful. Yuuta nodded in return and asked.
"What were you doing for the past hour and a half," he said with a look of amusement and suspicious.
"Nothing to be concerned about," I said back dismissively, avoiding eye contact.
He raised his eyebrows but didn't continue to push. I was curious about his skills in things other then academics. To be more specific, physically.
"How good are you at self defence?" I asked
"Not bad not genius," he said casually. His choice of word was suspicious which raised my curiosity.
"Since I missed PE you want to spar?" I said
He looked at me and probably already read my mind, he knows I want to test his skill.
"K," he said, getting up.
Must of been pretty confident in his ability, I grinned and got up as well.
"You want to go to the oval?" I asked, I looked around the room thinking it was too small for a sparring match.
As Yuuta nodded we walked out to head to the oval, there was only 20 minutes left so we warmed up and did a slow jog there. Since neither me or Yuuta (no matter what he says) wanted to lose. This time I knew where it was, I ended up sprinting and leaving Yuuta to eat my dust. I slowed down a bit so I wouldn't loose him. As I looked back I saw an angry glare looking my way, paired with a smirk it was truly evil.
I arrived at the oval pretending to pant and waited for Yuuta as I sat down on the green grass. The oval was maybe twice as big as normal ovals, you could only barely see the other end and the grass on it was very well tended too. There were evergreens surround the oval acting as a fence and the ground was flat. This together made for a scenic view.
Yuuta arrived heavily panting and looked around still standing up.
His eyebrows raised slightly and he looked at the far corner of the oval.
"Who's that?" He asked as he sat down next to me.
I stood up and had a look. It's another rich kid, I recognised him as the son of Anthony Rushell and heir to the Rushell family, Dominic Rushell. Another heir, lucky us.
The Rushell family is a high class family that's maybe equally as powerful as the Higashi family. The Rushells are the reason the Higashis can't take the top spot in the high class.
It looked like he was running laps, he was probably skipping class too.
"No matter, let's spar," I said to Yuuta.
He probably would recognise him at a closer distance.
We stood up and went into defensive positions.
Yuuta attacked first with a straight up punch. I went under and blocked the fist while grabbing on it, quickly the pulling it downwards. Yuuta's fist went down but he did a side step then knee. I let go off the fist then we went back to defensive position. I lashed out with a combination of kicks and punches which Yuuta dodged and found points to counterattack which I then blocked with my free limbs. This dance went on and none ended up ending the sparring match.
As I was sparring I saw Dominic reaching this end of the oval as he was running his laps. Yuuta noticed too, he knew who he was but didn't seem to harbour any ill feelings. Looks like he really did not like being in a high class.
Dominic slowed to a stop in front of us as we stopped sparring. He smiled and greeted us.
"Higashi," he said nodding his head in acknowledgment, he then pointed to me.
"Malligane," I said to him.
He raised his eyebrows but had a smile.
"Dominic, no need to use formal greetings, this is my friend Micheal." Yuuta said.
"Alright then Micheal, your last name should put you in middle class or lower but your skill is otherwise." He looked at me expecting something.
"I'm a genius in my own right," I said back.
Yuuta pulled me to the side and looked back at Dominic signalling him to stay there.
" it's your choice is you want to tell him or not, but in my opinion Dominic will figure it out, he is more intuitive then me. Without even knowing you properly he already deducted from your fighting skills that your no middle class. I also trust him. He was... my only friend." Yuuta said, he ended up looking down to the grass.
They must of been separated when they entered school as contact with other years was minimal.
"Ok then," I said back with empathy.
I knew what that felt like, and to have someone save you from that hell. It sure is life saving.
"Hey Dominic, let me reintroduce myself,"
He looked at me.
"I am Micheal Malligane Coltus, nice to meet you, Dominic Freir Rushell," I said smiling.
"Nice to be in the presence of the renowned noble ghost." He said playfully. He is not to be taken lightly, one thing I noticed about Dominic is that he always has an heir of danger around him, his eyes show it all. No restraint whatsoever with this guy. That makes him someone to be weary of. I smiled back at him with the same dangerous air.
"So, how good are you at martial arts?" I said to him. Seemingly casual but more like a test of skill.
"Maybe another time perhaps, schools about to end and I need to go." He said while walking away.
"I'll see you juniors around."
With a wave of a hand he left the oval.