"Selection for the day," Licht monotones. His random weapon materializes in his dominant hand, "Ah. The scythe." Licht spun his scythe with a small smile. It had brought back good memories. Back on earth, he had watched a TV show where the main character was the grim reaper. His brother had liked it.
He frowned and shook his head. He couldn't get distracted now, maybe in the further future, he could go back. But for now...
"Whoa." Licht remarks as he twists his body in an unnatural angle, effectively dodging Dale's attempt to pounce on him. Everyone in the crowd flinches as if feeling his pain, "Is he crazy?" Elizabeth questions herself, ignoring the crowd's murmurs.
A crack is heard as Licht stretches out of his awkward position, "Something definitely broke." He grumbles to himself, before swinging the blunt handle at Dale. Licht's blow connects, and Dale is sent flying like a baseball. He crashes into the wall before the staircase, the force sends lines of cracks to spread.
Growls are heard as Dale struggles to get on his feet, as soon as he got up on one knee, he crumbles down a few seconds later. Licht walked up to the man who refused to give up. He was on all fours as he growled and snarled hatefully at Licht.
"Taking into account," Licht began. "If one is not in the right state of mind, what will be stronger?" He questioned. Elizabeth strained her ears; she could see his lips moving faintly but she couldn't hear him. She was too far to hear him.
"Fear? Or maybe your strange hate for me." He drawls out as he slowly lifted his eyepatch. His pupils narrow, as he directed substantial amounts of killing intent towards Dale. His breathing halts, as a strange pressure weighs on him. He begins foaming at the mouth, "M-monster. Y-y-you...m-mon..ster." He finally chokes out before losing consciousness.
Licht places the cloth back over his eye, 'Sure! Why not just pass the exam in the flashiest way possible?!' He could already imagine Viscar scolding him with those words. Though, it's not like he had a choice. That Dale fellow was definitely out for blood.
Men and women in white clothes came and began tending to Dale. There were a lot of panicked yells from them, but Licht could tell that Dale was doing fine. At least his heart was still beating...albeit faintly. Overall, Licht could say that passed his exam without any major problems.
Still, no one dared to make eye contact with the kid with white hair and an eye that could see right through you.
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Licht had not left his dorm for two days. His entrance into the school had already been predetermined, but he still had to wait for the semester to start before he will be allowed on school grounds. He hoped for a few days of peace and quiet, before school starts but he could not ignore the commotion that happened dead center of the dorm premises.
As soon as students heard the good news they 'whooped' and cheered. While others wailed when they hear the not-so-good news. 'Noisy' Licht thought to himself. He turned over and stared at the door.
"Are you going to keep standing there?" He asked the figure behind the door. With clenched hands and a forced smile, Serece opened the door.
"How did you know?" She asked, looking at the boy in front of her.
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"I hope you know what you are doing sir." She speaks. "If a child, who doesn't even have noble blood, were to get a scholarship even the princess can't, ther-"
"Hold it." Viscar orders. He sighs, "Look Serece. I know you probably won't believe anything I say right now, but please I beg of you. Don't anger that kid. I'm doing this for the sake of the kingdom."
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"Do I really have to answer that?" He stared back at her with seemingly soulless eyes. Serece shivered as she looked away. She swallowed as her throat felt dry. Was this fear? Why would she be afraid of a small child?
She cleared her throat, "Mr. Royule has asked to speak with you." She states ignoring the instincts that told her to run. Licht sighed, "Fine. I'm coming."
Licht followed closely behind her with slumped shoulders and his hand in his pant pocket. His eyes unconsciously stray to the student applicants checking their results on a large board. He makes eye contact with a girl with red hair, Elizabeth. He watches as her face scrunches up in a snarl and as if replying, he gives a mocking smile.