"What was that!?" A Stout Teenager yelled, "Nah, say It again you little b*tch!" The Stout Teenager swang his heavy arm, missing its target, a Short-boy who looked no older than 11 years of age, nearly escaped having his head dented in.

"Ogre! You are a f*cking Ugly Onion-Eating Ogre!" Said the boy moving too quickly to catch, the surrounding crowd stood laughing in ridicule, "Fat Ass, can't ya catch the little Imp?" A burst of laughter unfolded from the Crowd as the Stout Teenager turned to grab a steel kitchen ladle from the Heckler moments ago.

"Ogre, you trying to die?" Said the Short-boy looking suspiciously at the Ogre-like teen, "you know the- " abruptly cut off from speaking the Ogre was right in his face with the ladle ready to swing, stepping back swiftly he evading the first blow the second hit where the Ogre had predicted,

his already dangerous arm reach and strength coupled with the steel ladle. The Young boy managed to spin away slightly reducing the impact, but the damage was done, on his right side-face his eyelid can be seen halfway down his eye drenched in blood the Boy hit the pavement curled up crying out in pain.

looking at the ladle in his hand The Ogre laughs, " Isa Ryota! Is the name! I hope that head injury jerked your memory, no instead call me Master from now on," Ryota gives the Young Boy a hard stomp on the head, before turning his back roaring to the crowd in his champion pose.

hearing the crying stop, Isa Ryota laughs even louder roaring towards the crowd they roared back in response, yet no one noticed the boy standing up, walking up stealthy and quickly to the Ogre Ryota climbing his large stature in mere moments with his legs wrapped around Ryota's neck, anticipating the ladle, leaning backward dodging the swing, spitting blood from his mouth, he grips Ryota's neck tighter with his legs, pulling himself back unto Ryota's upper shoulder.

The Boy shoves two fingers up Ryota's nose stunning his eyes wide open from shock, then some of the more squeamish audience turned their heads in horror for what happened next, in the hand of the Young Boy was an eyeball still hanging from the optic nerve, unable to breathing and straughting around in panic the Ogre collapse on his back.

The silent crowd then erupt in cheers, within the crown various slanders could be heard as well such as Tiny, Imp, Troll the names rolled out one after another, after all, there was no mercy out in the Fences.

The Fences are a large fenced up area at the academy only a few visits, those who do tend to wear a mask or some form of disguise,

being seen in the Fences can be quite disgraceful to one's self and family unlike the lower members of society who through either money or hard work found themselves enrolled in one of the nations most prestige academy Emerald Vine, it is considered a great honor to study at this academy.

Yet the non-elite and middle-class, find themselves enclosed to a small location unseen from the public eye, a blind eye is turned, no questions asked, a complete cover-up, anything goes, from the most heinous crimes it's a whole other world at the Fences.

But there is one rule that no one should break in order to keep some form of peace no weapons ought-to be used neither offensive nor defensive in which if doing so and one or both happen to die no clause for blame or revenge must be taken.

Punishment for doing harm against another in retaliation to a loved one or persons of interest death or injury, You will be dealt with accordingly.

Death by piranha is one form of punishment, not real piranhas in other words a 20min onslaught attack from every student willing to participate in the bruising and ripping of the flesh. Nobody dares to take revenge or even looks at you funny, except a few nobles with influence hiding their identities having others work for them.

The once again silent crowd watches as the short boy crawls out from under the Ogre,

"Not quite like the wizarding world, if only I had a wand," The Boy said wiping off the mucus from his fingers.

Turning back to look at the Large Ryota Ogre, "still breathing?" Stepping on Ryota's head, in front of the gathered crowd, with the most wicked smile he plunges his hand down ripping out the next eye the gargled scream shook the ground as Ryota spasm choking on his bloody tears.

"Everyone, I am Satoshi Aizen, unrelated to the famous Satoshi Nakamoto. I've been attending this academy for two months now carelessly minding my own business in the Academy's Kitchen Unit when this Fat Ogre had the gall to bully me even had the nerve to ask me for Bitcoins, every day he would hassle me because of my name."

Lifting his hand above his eyes covering the sun, he admires the sparkling glow on his hand before continuing, "it was all in self-defense," I tried to warn him but he wouldn't listen and attacked me," smiling towards the crowd Aizen, spots the Heckler who handed Ryota the ladle to use as a weapon.

Unclenching the ladle from the hand of Ryota. Aizen eye's dripping blood all over his face and clothes adding more to that chilling smile plastered all over his face, "huh?" observing the ladle Aizen discovered the handle had been completely bent out and sharpen specifically to be used as a murder weapon, seeing this enraged him deeply.

Since young Aizen has always been adept at archery, he prizes himself on his darting skills as well, holding this ladle of perfect weight in his hand just made his grin more disturbing.

Noticing the grin an obvious glare from Aizen the Heckler stood up along with 4 other students.

"Disgusting Imp, Put that away, what do you intend on doing!" The Heckler's men brandished 4 large kitchen knives, men obviously from the Kitchen Unit in the academy who work alongside Aizen.

Sshhppppshhhhhhh. CRUNCH.

The Heckler's head split down the jaw as he's sent flying.

The crowd screams, some vomiting others looking disgustingly at Aizen, with the look of why.

The 4 men by the Hecklers side stomped forward, "Stop!!!" Aizen bellowed, "F*ck off Imp, do you know who it is you killed!? " The one who seemed like their new leader spoke up.

Aizen with one eye open, slightly glanced at the corps, "don't give a f*ck if he was god," Aizen began walking away dragging himself.

"You stop there!" the 4 men jumped towards Aizen, suddenly a group of crowd folks got in the way, all together they block their way, "The rules" they said, disgruntled they could only back away after all their Master interfered giving Ryota a weapon simultaneously joining the fight, they could only watch the back of their Master's killer walk on.

"AHHHHHH!" Everyone turned to the screaming girl, it was a beautiful figure with embedded flowers on her mask sitting near his body.

Whispers amongst the crowd, "I think it's Nishida Sho," " Wait that 2nd year Elite? " " Yeah and the girl, just look at her ring she must have forgotten to hide it, it belongs to Konno Momoe," the whispers continue Aizen was long gone from the scene.

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Back at home Aizen left school grounds in order to bandage himself, he bled a considerable amount and was starting to feel faint, but happy he finally stood up for himself, even if it was his last day in this world, with one eye glancing over at a letter giving to him yesterday by a shadow figure of a man wearing a top hat.

"So this letter opens and I enter the world of Cryptolution?" Picking up the red letter with a golden label saying Cryptolution, Aizen bites the letter open.