*Isaac POV*
"N-No I don't wanna go back....Its scary." Isaac mumbled in his sleep as he tossed and turned on his bed almost like he was having a nightmare. In his dream he was walking down a large pitch black hallway and could barely see in front of him and each step he took he swore he heard another pair of footsteps behind him.
"Do you want a tip?." Isaac heard a voice behind him as he turned around and saw the black haired teenager from before standing behind him but this time they had a bloodstained butchers knife clutched in their hands. In reality the black haired teenager didn't look any different in the dream but to Isaac it was like he was staring into the face of a demon.
*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*
"AAAHH FUCK!." Isaac suddenly woke up abruptly a panicked look on their face as the alarm clock on the table next to his bed suddenly went off. Isaac tried to calm his rapidly beating heart that felt like it was going to burst out of his chest.
"What type of messed up dream was that man I was just trying to sleep. Also you shut up!." I muttered to myself in a tired voice as I tossed my pillow at my alarm which was still going off knocking it off the table. I crawled out of my bed as I reached for my glasses which were also on the table next to my bed. I rubbed my eyes still a bit groggy from just waking up as I put my glasses on my face as I mentally prepared myself for the school day ahead of me.
"God why did I have to get chased by a psychopath on a sunday I barely got any sleep last night. No I'm going to have to go to school and stuff and I barely finished my homework last night." I muttered to myself as I begun to change my set of clothes and put on a more casual outfit. My outfit mainly consisted of a dark grey T-shirt and blue jeans and a pair of old sneakers. I then walked out of my room and into my bathroom so I could wash myself up.
My apartment was pretty average as it consisted of a living room a kitchen and three rooms which included a bathroom. Usually this is enough for two people but my dad is out doing guild work. I think its been about a month since my dad left which is kinda weird since hes usually only gone for about a week at a time. But its whatever my dads a blacksmith so its not like I think hes dead or something.
You know what while I brush my teeth why don't I tell you guys more about my dad and the people he works with. Not to brag or anything but like I said before my dad is a pretty decent blacksmith who works for the guardians guild. And while he isn't an extremely famous blacksmith known worldwide he is a decent enough blacksmith to work alongside artificers and alchemists. My dad once told me a story that a while back some high ranking guardians used to order some custom made weapons from him.
You know while I'm on the topic let me talk about the guardians. Even though a majority of demons were wiped out during the great holy war there are still a crap ton of normal monsters in the world. There are so many that even if every country combined their military might there forces still wouldn't be large enough to properly protect humanity even if you include the remaining sentinels who weren't killed during the great holy war. After all there are only 10'000 sentinels left in the world and two remaining master knights since a large majority of sentinels were killed during the great holy war. And humanity also has 100 different worlds under there command to take care of so that makes it even harder for governments everywhere.
As a result the world government created a separate organization known as the guardians guild that recruits talented individuals known all throughout the world and since they act as the new generation of sentinels there members are known as the sentinels. The guild works similar to a mercenary organization in the sense that anyone could become a guardian as long as they could get the job done but at the same time are considered a neutral organization since no one country can control the guardians. The only person in charge of the guardians is the supreme commander of the world government who answers directly to the supreme general and there is not a single person in the world who is more powerful then the supreme general.
But that does not mean high ranking guardians don't have certain benefits. Countries constantly try to prove themselves to be the best by having the most high ranking guardians so the extremely high ranking guardians are treated like celebrities and royalty all over the world and are apparently paid ridiculous sums of money by their home country to protect their countries borders from monsters. And that kinda makes sense since these types of hunters make up a large chunk of there military might. In fact some hunters are so strong there families are treated like royalty and are called noble families and people from this family tend to be prodigies and stuff like that.
Hunters can even make there own guilds and some of these guilds are strong enough to rival entire countries and political power.
But to do all of this awesome work guardians need weapons and potions and other equipment to do their job just like normal military's. So they hire blacksmiths scientists artificers alchemists enchanters ect ect to supply the guardians with all sorts of equipment.
And while being a guardian is definitely the most dangerous job in the world it pays pretty decent. Even though I personally don't want to be a guardian in the future most kids my age plan to become guardians as soon as their mandatory three years in military academy are over.
After I finished washing myself a bit so I don't look like a guy who just crawled out of bed even though I literally just did I ran into my room put on my backpack and walked out of my apartment making sure to lock the door behind me as I begun my walk to school. I always make sure to make sure too wake 20 minutes before school starts so I could begin walking too school since its pretty far from my house and I don't have anything to drive with since I always return the motorbike the restaurant I work for after my shift ends. I also just enjoy my walks to school.
I begun walking down the many flights of stair of my apartment complex just so I could leave the building since I live on the fourth floor. I live a bit on the outskirts of town so my school is a bit far from my house but its manageable to make it to school on time as long as I don't get off course. But I'd be lying if I said I was never late to school.
As I walked through the streets of the city trying to get through the waves of people trying to either get to their jobs or too school as I made my way to a bus stop. Every day I like to take this bus because even though it doesn't take me exactly to my school it does cut the time it takes me to walk to school by like half so its pretty cool.
Why am I describing every little thing I do?. I don't know I don't got anyone else to talk to so I'm a little bored.
After a few minutes of waiting for the bus it finally arrived at our stop and as me and various other students who had the same idea as me walked into the bus I felt something connect with my shoulder as someone bumped into me. Jesus christ I didn't even realize someone was standing next to me! I didn't hear them or even feel them standing next to me.
As I stumbled a bit trying to keep my balance I felt a hand grab my back and help me stay on my feet which probably belonged to whoever bumped into me in the first place.
"Oh sorry mate I didn't see you there fr a second. Are you hurt in any way?." I could hear a guy say behind me as I turned around preparing to say something like "Oh I'm ok its no big deal". But when saw who had helped me my heart almost stopped as I damn near had a heart attack.
There standing behind me with their tall height of 6'0" now that they weren't slouching like before and with their lean yet muscular figure that could be seen through their clothes was the same psychopath who chased me with a knife yesterday!. This time they were wearing a more casual outfit which consisted of a black jacket that had the words "KILLSWITCH ENGAGE" plastered on the front of it and grey sweatpants and boots and a backpack strapped to their back. They still had short messy hair like they had just gotten out of bed probably because they did and still had a tired look in their pitch black eyes. They didn't seem to recognize me as they wiped off bits of dirt that had gotten on my shirt before they walked on the bus as I reluctantly went in alongside them even though I was tempted to just run all the way to school or to just run home.
"N-No problem it was just a bump." I said nervously as the guy just nodded towards me as I walked on the bus and quickly speed walked to the back of the bus ignoring the various other open seats as I tried to put as much distance between me and the psycho. For a moment I was scared the guy was going too sit next to me as he walked past a few seats too but I internally let out a sigh of relief as he stopped and grabbed onto one of those bars meant for people who stand up on bus rides. I don't even care why he decided not to sit down just as long as he stayed as far as away from me!.
Countless thoughts flooded my mind as I nervously stared the guy while trying to hide in the crowd of other passengers. What the hell was this guy doing all the way out here? Doesn't he live on the other side of town?!. Was he trying to chase me down or something? Nah he didn't seem to recognize me earlier so maybe hes doing something else besides who is crazy enough to try and chase someone down like that?. Oh who am I kidding the guy chased me with a butcher knife he is not mentally sane!.
Suddenly the guy reached into their jacket pocket and for a moment I was worried he was going to pull out a weapon as I saw a small glint of metal but I let out a sigh of relief as I saw him pull out some sort of metallic CD player and a small pair of earbuds. However that relief was quickly replaced with confusion as I saw him plug in the earbuds into the CD player before pushing one of its small buttons.
"HOLY DIVER YOU'VE BEEN DOWN TO LONG IN THE MIDNIGHT SEA!."
"OH WHAT'S BECOMING OF ME?."
Music suddenly began blaring loudly from the means earbuds and when I tell you the music was louder then any music I've ever heard before in my life I'm not exaggerating. I could hear it from the other side of the bus almost like they were standing right next to me and I wasn't the only one who noticed as various other people near him stared at him weirdly as they heard his music. It wasn't even really good music it was just heavy metal with guitars and drums blaring in the background as some guy screamed. But he didn't seem to notice as he simply banged his head lightly to the beat of the music clearly enjoying his music.
God it hasn't even been an hour since the day started and I'm stuck in a bus with a crazy metalhead. The only way this school could get worse is if a certain someone shows up.
"Well if it isn't little Isaac who decided to sit in the grownup while I was gone!. How have you been buddy its been a week and I've missed you!."
"Speak of the fucking devil...." I muttered quietly under my breath as I heard an obnoxiously loud voice shout out my name as a large kid my age who looked like an overgrown gorilla walked over to my seat.
Even though a good majority of kids my age take this bus every day most kids in this bus don't even go to my school except for three kids. And they just so happen to be the biggest assholes in my school. And this large ugly bastard is kinda like their ring leader who for some reason has something against me who goes by the name of Owen Park.
For the two years when I've been taking this bus to school Owen and their two other buddies like to make fun of me for some reason even though we don't even interact during school. Usually this type of behavior would have some sort of consequence but Owen tends to get away with it for some reason for two reasons.
One he is an absolute monster for a kid his age because even though hes only he 16 years old he stands around 7'1" and height and is around 500 pounds of muscle an absolute heavyweight among heavyweights. I think it has something to do with his magic but if you ask me this guy must've been given bull milk as a newborn because their is no way a 16 year old could naturally look like a man in their 30s. But believe me he does not look like some sort greek statue he looks like a unholy combination of a hairless gorilla and a sumo wrestler in fact he even has a short buzzcut which is kinda funny but no one would dare to say this in front of their face. In my school there is only one kid stronger then this guy because I've heard a rumor hes practiced a form of Ssireum. As a result even most adults are scared to get in this guys way when he goes on a rampage.
(A/N Ssireum better known as a korean wrestling is a grappling based martial art very similar to Japans sumo)
And the second reason Owen is able to get away with being an asshole to people is because apparently hes from a super important family. The rumor is that his dad is some sort of diamond rank guardian and gives the school plenty of "donations" and as a result Owen along with one other kid are practically untouchable by the rules of our school. So even if hes a jerk to his fellow schoolmates the school won't do crap to fix the problem.
That's just the way the world is I guess. The strong and rich get to do whatever they want while normal people like me have to suffer for not being born rich.
"Just wait for the bus to stop and they'll leave you alone once they get bored like they always do. Just suck it up and don't say anything just like you always do." I thought to myself as Owen's massive figure approached me with his two cronies a brown haired kid my age who had a thin rat like face and a skinny but lanky black haired kid.
"Hey Isaac just because I took a week off of school doesn't mean you get to sit on my favorite seat. Are you trying to mess with me or something?." Owen said in an almost friendly tone as I just rolled my eyes.
"What type of idiot goes around claiming public busses as their own?. Seriously if you weren't built like a muscular diabetic someone would've already kicked your ass by now." Is what I wanted to say but all I could do was stay quiet like I always do as I tried to ignore Own and his antics. I already stopped hoping that he would just leave me alone one day because he never does.
And like a broken record Owen seemed too get annoyed by me ignoring him as he continued with his little rant.
"Man you have no guts you know that Isaac?. Your just a boring coward who lets people say whatever they want too you. This is why no one at school hangs out with you." Owen said in a futile attempt to make me react but I just let out a sigh. This is like the tenth time he said this to me is he running out of ideas for insults or something?.
I mean even though I'm used too him telling me this is still kinda sucks. Mainly because I know hes right even though I'm not unpopular at school I haven't been able to really make any friends. Mainly because I don't really know how to talk to people.
Just when I was expecting Owen to continue with his usual insults he said something I had never heard him say before which caught me off guard and not in a good way.
"You know maybe it'd just be better for everyone here if you just disappeared. Just like your mom did." Owen said with a obnoxious grin on his face causing Isaac's eyes to widen in surprise as he began clenching his fists to the point it looked like his knuckles would pop.
"This is it this is the day I punch this fat fuck in the face. I don't even care if he could send me to the hospital with a single punch I'm going to punch this guy in his fat fucking face!." I thought to myself as I glared at the fat bastard. I could feel one of my eyes twitch a little due to anger and any attempt I made to calm myself down failed miserably. I don't even remember the last time I got this mad and as I prepared to say something I could I could hear a pair of footsteps approach us and loud metal music blaring as someone walked up to us.
"Hey man that was a bit uncalled for don't you agree?. I mean I don't know what type of issue you got with this guy but everyone knows bringing up another guys mom to try and start a fight is a bit of a crappy thing to do right?." The same black haired psychopath from before said in a strangely calm tone as he took one of his earbuds out of his ear but you could still hear loud metal music blaring from his earbuds as he spoke. As he did so the bus got very quiet as the other kids watching this scene stopped what they were doing as they stared at the guy for the same reason.
They all knew this guy was a dead man walking.
"Hey who the hell are you too try and insult me?. I don't even know who the hell you are you fucking nobody!. You think a little shrimp like you can tell me anything when I could throw you through this bus with a single hand?." Owen said as he approached the guy but I could notice a small smirk slowly crawl on his face almost like he was happy someone actually said something to him. Maybe he was happy that he has an excuse to try and torment someone else.
And their was also some truth behind Owen's words. Owen was without a doubt an absolute heavyweight who knew how to crush people with his Ssireum and he also does not fight fair and will probably have his friends help him jump this guy. And even though this guy was pretty tall he was like a child compared to Owen who has a reach long enough to grab him and slam him into the ground before he could even do anything to do about it.
"Hey man there is no reason to insult me I wasn't trying to insult you. I was just saying it wasn't a very decent for you too bring up this guys mom. But if I accidentally insulted you I would like to apologize so how about we all just leave eachother alone and go on with our day?." The guy said in an attempt to calm down the clearly aggressive Owen like some sort of peacekeeper. He was acting nothing like the crazy psychopath who chased me with a knife last night.
But Owen didn't seem to care about the guys words as he crouched down a little so he could get up to the guys face and had a smug grin on their face as they spoke.
"And why should I listen to a nobody like you. And also turn down your crappy music it sounds like shit!." Owen said and what I saw next was a bit weird.
In less then a second the guys once calm and relaxed expression turned into a look of sheer rage as veins covered their neck as they spoke in a much more angered tone of voice.
"Now listen here you uncultured swine get the cholesterol out of your ears and listen to me and listen to me well. My music will not be insulted by an obese fuck like you who has boobs bigger then a chicks. What are you like a triple D cup or something you diabetic shit?." The guy said while motioning too Owen's chubby physique mainly there chest. Even though this guy was someone who had chased me with a knife before I felt my heart nearly stop due to fear because I knew at this moment this guys life was in danger.
Even though I don't talk to Owen during school or have any classes with him everyone in my school know one thing about Owen.
Never NEVER make fun of their guys weight.
"THE FUCK DID YOU SAY!." Owen roared out angrily as he reached for the neck of this guys jacket probably to try and pull them in closer but the guy casually grabbed both of Owen's hands and like they had been hit by a taser Owen came to a sudden halt as the guy held them in place with nothing but grip strength alone. As I looked at the guys hands more closely I saw large veins covering the guys hands as he almost seemed to be crushing Owen's wrists.
"Hey hands off the merchandise dude this jacket cost me like twenty bucks and there from my favorite band I don't want you getting grease all over it. You know while I have you here why don't I point out some things I noticed. Your little victim over there didn't seem to react at anything you said so hes probably used to you insulting him like this and that only really happens when someone is harassed for a long period of time. Are you like obsessed with the guy or something huh? Because if you have been obsessing over this guy for a while then that must mean your into him or something because why else would another dude be so obsessed over another dude?." The guy said in a casual voice as Owen tried to tear his wrists out of the guys iron grip but it was clearly just a waste of energy.
"W-WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!." Owen roared angrily as his face turned a bright red due to a combination of embarrassment and anger as adrenaline flooded his body giving him enough strength to tear his wrists out of the guys hands which were now slightly sore for some reason.
"Oh did I strike a nerve?. I mean if your into dudes I'm not judging in this day and age a dude being into another dude is perfectly normal. "Never judge a man by his sexuality or preferences unless there into animals and little kids. When that happens beat there ass". That's what my grandpa taught me and since your not into kids or animals even though your face looks like a bulldogs doesn't mean I have anything against you being gay. Its just obvious this guy isn't comfortable with you obsessing over him and making fun of there mom isn't gonna make you attracted to him." The guy said while smirking a little as a look of rage and confusion was plastered on Owen's face. I just tried my best not to laugh at the guys words not wanting to make Owen madder then he already was.
"W-What the hell is wrong with you man?! I'm not gay!."
"Then why else would you waste so much time bothering this guy who hasn't done anything to you?. Do you just not have anything better to do with your life then bother this guy?. Nah it cant be no one is that pathetic you must be gay."
"I'M NOT GAY!."
"Sure buddy that's what they all say."
"Pfft hehehe"
"D-Dude stop chuckling hehehe hes gonna notice."
"Hehehehe dude your laughing too!"
As the other passengers saw this small exchange they couldn't help but chuckle a little at the absurdity of it. They were glad to see Owen embarrassed like this because his antics had honestly been pissing off a lot of people but until now no one had the courage to say anything about it. Its a shame hes probably going to be sent to the hospital everyone thought as they saw Owen stare at the guy in front of him with a crazed look in their eyes.
"T-Take back what you just said right now!." Owen said as he grabbed the guy by the scruff of there jacket while winding his other fist back like he was about to punch him.
"Whoa dude now your getting handsy with a guy you just met?. Look just because I said I don't got a problem with gay people doesn't mean I'm interested. Just stop trying to look tough man your giving me to much to work with. What's next your going to tell me your favorite candies are rainbow skittles and fruit rollups?. Hehehe god I make myself laugh sometimes." The guy said as they let out some small chuckles. I thought Owen was about pop a blood vessel as face turned fire hydrant red as he prepared to shout something but the bus suddenly stopped as a nervous looking bus man looked behind him and spoke.
"W-We've reached our stop." The poor bus driver said as he hoped that the absolute giant that was Owen didn't tear his bus apart due to rage.
Owen simply stared at the guy in front of him with an insane look and smile on their face almost like they had just formed a genius idea in their mind as they spoke.
"You follow me outside right now!." Owen said as he slammed his finger into the other guys chest.
"Wow you don't even know my name and you want me to follow you?. I see your one of those gay dudes who act first act questions later when it comes to relationships."
"NO I'M NOT!."
"Wow you seem to know enough about gay people to know what type of gay person you are. A bit suspicious if you ask me."
"GOD DAMMIT!. Hey you bring the midget along with us were going to our usual spot." Owen said as he motioned to me. This caused his friend with the rat like face too grab me by my shoulder and forcefully drag me along with them as the five of us walked out of the bus as we begun walking down the street.
"Man why are you guys bringing me along I didn't do anything..." I mumbled to myself but I felt nervous as I followed them. This psychopath decided it'd be a good idea to piss off possibly the biggest kid in Canada and now there dragging me along with them as they prepare to probably beat both of our asses. Yet despite all of this the guy simply had a calm look on their face as they continued speaking.
"Wow you guys do activities with eachother that you have a whole area dedicated to these activities. What type of "activities" do y'all do to eachother?." The guy said in a sarcastic tone as Owen's body just shook almost like he was restraining himself from just punching the guy in the middle of the street as I just shook my head helplessly. He is definitely getting sent to the hospital after this but who knows maybe I'll be able to run away to safety while this guy gets the ever living shit beat out of him.
As we continued walking down the street we suddenly took a turn towards a large alleyway between two large buildings. As we went down the alleyway I noted how it kinda looked like one of those alleyways you see in action movies.
"Huh neat place you guys got here. Not that noticeable unless you really look for it and when you go all the way down here you won't really get heard by anyone standing out of this alleyway. Its like the perfect place to beat someone up in." The guy said as he just admired his surroundings while Owen and his two lackeys had evil grins on their face as they approached him.
"You know if you think begging for mercy or being sarcastic is going to help you get out of this beating then you are sorely mistaken. When I'm done with you you'll be lucky to even be able to wal-" Owen stopped mid sentence as a look of shock and realization crawled on there face as they stared at the guy in front of him who justt had a smug grin as they saw Owen stare at him.
"I-I don't sense any mana coming from you....No way don't tell me....Hehehehe HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA THERE'S NO WAY. I didn't notice before but now I realize that this entire time I was getting insulted by a fucking blank!. God when I send you too the hospital it will be the most satisfying thing ever!. Hey kid how does it feel you might be the only blank in the country?." Owen said as he begun laughing confidently but the guy didn't seem fazed at all by there words. They simply yawned loudly as they literally waved off Owen with there hand.
"Sure that may be true but instead of using your words why don't you prove it with your fists?. Or is that too much for someone like you? I mean a guy of your size probably has to take a 5 minute break to catch your breath after walking for a few minutes. I could hear you trying to catch your breath on the walk here." The guy said wiping the smirk on Owen's face instantly as it was replaced with a look of rage.
"YOU BASTARD!." Owen roared as they charged at the guy but what I saw next was like something out of a manga. The guy moved like a blur as Owen tried to grab there shoulders with both hands but there arms suddenly jerked together like they were magnetically attracted as the guy crouched under his grab and in the time it took me to blink Owen's arms were tied together by the guys backpack straps like a makeshift rope.
"What the hell is thi-"
*POW* *POW* *POW*
Owen couldn't even finish his sentence as a flurry of punches slammed into his face neck chin as the guy begun unleashing a violent flurry of punches. It was unlike anything I've ever seen before because it was nothing like simple brawling his punches were more refined and fluid but it wasn't like boxing or karate like I've seen MMA fighters use. It was more like someone had weaponized violence itself into a sharpened blade.
*POW* *POW* *POW* *BANG* *CRACK*
I flinched a little as I heard the sounds that came from the guys fist as his punches connected with Owen's body as he continued unleashing a flurry of blows aimed at their face and body. Is this really the sound of flesh connecting with flesh? It almost sounded like a cannon went off each time one of their punches connected but I was more surprised at how much pain Owen was in each time they connected. I then remembered how yesterday how the guys skin felt a bit like leather so who knows how much those punches hurt.
"ACK-OH-MER-CHY." Owen made a bunch of weird noises as each one of the guys punches continued raining down on their body and like a mountain that had come into contact with an unstoppable force Owen begun stumbling back in a futile attempt to get away from their attacker. There face was already immensely swollen and bruised like they had stuck there head in a beehive and their exposed arms which were thick like tree trunks were already completely covered in dark purple bruises.
Suddenly the guy rushed forward and threw an elbow strike at Owen's chin causing them too fall down headfirst but it looked like apart of the guys plan because as Owen's face neared the ground he swung his elbow upwards similar to an elbow connecting with Owen's almost unconscious face yet again as there head winded back. As Owen's vision begun to turn black the last thing he saw was the guy jumping upward their fist raised above there head as they slammed their fist downwards like a hammer directly at their face.
As Owen saw the guys fist near their face he felt an emotion he had never felt before.
Complete and total helplessness.
You see the title of being someone strong was something Owen never had to work for it was something he was born with. In fact the day he was born he was considered a super baby as he was born the largest baby in Canadian history breaking that record clean in half and since he was born into a rich family he was able to get nurtured and trained for combat at a young age. By the time he reached puberty he was 7'1" in height and weighed more then 500 pounds granting him enough strength to throw even grown men around.
Their is only one kid his age he knows is stronger then him and they are an absolute monster and so hes never messed with those who he knew were much stronger then him something hes rarely ever had to worry about most of his life.
And as a result he forgot about the old saying that has been around for centuries that goes "There is always someone better then you".
And this was something he realized as their attackers fist drilled into there face and drilled their face into the concrete ground shattering their nose instantly as they were knocked out before they could even fight back.
Me and the two other guys stared at the brutal scene in front of us as the guy stood over Owen's hopefully unconscious body who had a face that was completely covered in blood. He then casually approached the three of us while flexing his blood stained knuckles.
"So who else wants to play a game of bloody knuckles?." He said as he stared down the two guys who were practically holding me hostage as they stopped me from running away. Even though this guy wasn't even focusing on me I could still a feel a shiver of fear run down my spine as he glared at the two guys.
"Y-You fucking blank how dare you!." The guy with a ratlike face roared out angrily as their eyes turned a bright orange color as they charged the black haired guy who had a small smile on their face as they saw their attacker approaching them.
The ratlike guy charged the black haired guy before throwing a punch aimed at their face that seemed sloppy at first but as it approached the black haired guys face it speed suddenly sped up dramatically causing the black haired guys eyes to widen in surprise as he leaned his head back barely dodging the punch. The ratlike guy begun unleashing a flurry of punches that were surprisingly fast and accurate as each one was aimed at the black haired guys vital points but despite this they were barely able to dodge each punch.
Even though this type of situation would be enough to stress out any fighter the black haired guy simply had a small smile on their face almost like they knew what was going to happen next as they narrowly dodged each punch. In fact they were so relaxed that they begun speaking as they continued dodging punch after punch.
"From the looks of it you have the magic called hunter don't you?. It lets you see the weaknesses in your opponent and allow the user to make there attacks fly towards the weak points making it popular among archers and marksman. But since you don't have any weapons you've infused your fist with mana granting your fists the same properties that would be given to the arrow of a marksman or the bullet of a sniper. Clever but I've already figured out your weakness." The black haired guy said as he leapt back putting some distance between him and his opponent but instead of using this time to raise his guard he did the complete opposite.
"You know what I'm feeling generous instead of completely embarrassing you like I did your buddy why don't I give you a free shot?. I won't raise my guard in any way nor will I try and dodge your punch. I will simply stick my head out like this and show you why your magic is useless in a situation like this." The black haired guy said as he suddenly stuck his head out towards there opponent while putting his hands behind his back.
"How was he able too figure out what type of magic I have after I just threw a few punches?. He probably has a plan for me if I decide too try and throw a super large punch most likely a counter punch so instead I'm going to throw a jab at his chin and catch him off guard." The ratlike guy thought as he examined the overconfident opponent in front of him. Due too his magic he could see various large X's covering there opponents body which signified there various weaknesses.
As he prepared to throw a jab at their chin the ratlike boy took a step forward in preparation but as soon as they did they felt themselves lose there balance and a sharp pain in their leg as they felt themselves fall over. As they looked down they realized that as they stepped forward his opponent took advantage of this by throwing a lightning fast low kick at their leg disrupting their balance.
"He purposely drew me in by exposing his weakness so he knew which direction I would attack in so he could catch me off guard!. And I fell right for his trick without even thinking about it!." The ratlike boy thought as there vision turned black as there face was stomped by the guys boot knocking them out almost instantly as they repeatedly stomped on their face with the heel of there foot.
Without warning the guy suddenly stepped to the side as they casually dodged a punch from the lanky guy from before who attempted to throw a cheap shot from behind him but it was almost like the guy had eyes on the back of his head as he dodged the attack. A purple aura of magic covered the lanky kids body as his skin turned a dark grey color as his body was covered in a stone exterior but before they could throw another punch the guy grabbed there right arm and put them in some sort of lock and forced there arm behind there back. The lanky guy shouted in pain as they tried to throw a punch with there other arm but due to the awkward position they were in there arm couldn't reach there opponent. All they could do was wince in pain as there opponent continued applying pressure on there arm eventually forcing them too fall to there knees as they desperately tried to get out of the hold they were in like a rabid dog.
"Stone transformation huh?. A useful magic in a fist fight that lets you turn every muscle fiber and your skin into stone my grandpa told me to watch out for guys who can use this type of magic in a fist fight. However it has a fatal weakness and that is the fact the stone decreases the users speed by half and stone isn't very flexible so when you try stretching your arm backwards like this it hurts like hell doesn't it?." The guy said as he continued applying pressure on his opponents elbow causing him to shout in pain.
*CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK*
As I looked more closely at the guys right arm I saw that his stone covered skin get covered by multiple small cracks almost like his arm was about to tear open.
"You know I always wondered what would happen to someone if there arm was broken while they were in there stone. Would it break like a normal arm or would there arm shatter like a statue? Maybe we'll find out in a few seconds as I apply even more pressure on your arm like this. I wonder if the doctor will be able to reattach your arm if your arm does decide to shatter." The guy said with a small grin on his face as a look of fear flashed on the lanky kids face as they instinctively did the right thing and deactivated there magic as there body turned back to normal.
"Bingo!." The guy said as he raised his fist up and slammed it down on there opponents elbow. I heard a loud snap and the lanky kid scream in pain as there now broken arm was now bent in a unnatural angle. But the guy didn't stop there onslaught as there raised there boot and stomped down on their opponents tear covered face who had begun crying a little due to the pain. I heard a sound similar to a watermelon cracked open as the guy repeatedly stomped on their opponents face with their blood stained boots.
As the guy stood over there unconscious opponents body he let out a small sigh before he walked over to Owen's unconscious body and picked up his backpack before casually approaching me like nothing had happened. I wanted to run away as I saw this happen but my legs refused to move. What did I just witness? That type of raw violence and skill was unlike anything I've ever seen before is this guy really the same age as me?. He doesn't even seem bothered at all by what he had just done he just had a relaxed expression on his face as he approached me.
"Sorry you had to see that man I just got a bit annoyed and hit them a little to hard I'm usually not like this. But hey you know what they say right? Well all have our bad moments and that's what they get for making fun of my music." The guy said as he let out a small chuckle. Did this guy just say he was a bit annoyed because they made fun of his music?! What is he like when hes really mad?.
"A-Are they dead?." I couldn't help but ask as I pointed to the three unconscious bodies behind him. Even though I hate those guys for all they have done to me I didn't want them to die.
"Oh those guys? Don't worry even though they'll probably be in the hospital for a few weeks they'll live. I wouldn't waste my time by killing those losers hopefully they learned there lesson on messing with others. Don't you just hate it when guys make fun of another dudes mom? I kinda pisses me off whenever I see that happen." The guy said in a casual tone almost like he was trying to say "Don't worry about it bro".
You know if this hadn't chased me with a knife yesterday and had I not just seen him completely slaughter three guys with his bare hands I would've never expected this calm unassuming blank was a straight up demon in a fight. I'd rather deal with a pissed off Owen then get on this guys nerves.
"Um hey....I know this might be awkward and you probably should be calling an ambulance for those guys but.....I just wanna say I'm sorry for what happened last night I probably scared you when I started chasing you." The guy said in an awkward voice as he looked down at the ground almost like he was ashamed.
Wait he did recognize me from earlier?! And he feels bad for what happened yesterday?. Is he actually not some sort of psychopath and just a weird guy?.
As I thought this I looked behind him and noticed the three unconscious bodies behind him.
Ok maybe he isn't totally sane.....
"Um then why did you have a knife." I nervously said without thinking. I immediately regretted my decision as I was worried the guy was going to get mad. And trust me I do not want to get sent to the hospital along with Owen.
"Yeah I can see why you would think I intended to hurt you yesterday since I had a knife in my hands and stuff. You see I didn't have a pizza cutter to cut the pizza with yesterday and when I went upstairs to find you some tip money I decided to use one of my knives to cut the pizza with. But my dumbass didn't just leave it upstairs and actually started chasing you with it hahaha!." The guy laughed a bit as he told me this story and even though I was a bit relieved he wasn't some sort of psycho killer this only raised more questions. Like why does he have knives in the second floor of his house but I decided too not ask questions for answers I don't want.
"Anyways lets get out of here I'm about to be late for school at this rate."
"Wait shouldn't we like call an ambulance for these guys?."
"Don't worry I only knocked them out they'll probably wake up in a few minutes after all magic users are much tougher then the average human. Once they wake up they'll probably just to a hospital or something. Besides if we call the authorities we both may get in some legal trouble because you might be considered an accomplice since you did nothing as I fought those guys." The guy said as he casually strolled out of the alleyway as I reluctantly followed him. Even though this isn't the moral thing to do he does have a point that I could get in legal trouble if I decide to call for an ambulance.
Besides its not like those three are dead right?.
As we walked down the street the guy plugged one of his earbuds in which begun blaring music and seemed completely unfazed by what had just happened a few seconds ago but I still had questions. Instead he simply banged his head a little as he listened to his music almost like he was in a daze.
"U-Um hey I don't mean to be rude but I can't sense any mana from you so like....Does that mean your a blank. If you are that's ok I don't have a problem with blanks I just wonder how you were able to fight someone more then twice your size without using any mana." I said nervously snapping the guy out of his daze as he stared at me curiously. Its kinda weird how after all that's happened I don't even know this guys name.
"Oh? Hehehe don't worry mate you don't have to be nervous I don't mind you asking me about my little magic problem. Yeah I'm a blank and proud of it too my grandpa always says to much magic makes a man weak if they begin to rely on it. And if you want to know how I learned how to fight like this I just took a few CQC lessons nothing to crazy I just knew how to use there strengths to my advantage." The guy said as I just stared at him weirdly. I had so many questions about this guy like who the hell is their grandpa and what is this CQC thing?.
"Um if you don't mind me asking but what do you mean by you used their strength to your advantage?." I said in an attempt to start a conversation so things don't get even more awkward. In all fairness this guy doesn't seem bothered by anything but it just feels weird to be casually talking to this guy after he just brutalized three other kids with his bare hands.
"Oh well that was simple really while we were on the bus I knew the big guys two friends weren't really a threat and I didn't need a strategy for them but the big guy was kind of threatening and was probably going to try and fight me after I told him to leave you alone so I tried to get him as mad as possible before the fight begun. "An opponent who is mad is an opponent who will make mistakes" Is what my grandpa always told me so that's why I started calling him gay to make him mad on purpose and then I was going to use his large physique to my advantage."
"You see just by looking at the guys physique I knew he wasn't a striker and was most likely a grappler who uses their large physique to crush his opponents on the ground and with his long reach the chances of him grabbing me were high. So to prevent this I made him so mad he would try and throw a punch a pretty rookie mistake and then I cut off the use of his hands with my backpack straps and then I simply ended the fight by aiming for his vitals and weak points before he could even begin using his magic. And with the other two well you saw already I simply took advantage of there magic and used it against him." The guy explained like all of this was common knowledge but in reality it was probably the craziest thing I've ever heard.
You know now that I think about it he does have a point the main reason he won the fight was because he used his opponents magic to win. With the guy who used hunting magic he purposely lured them in by exposing a weak spot and counter attacked while they struck and with the stone guy all he did was put them in a lock and put them in a situation where there lack of flexibility came to bite them in the butt.
"Man what type of training has this guy done to get this good at fighting?. Could professional fighters have come up with the same solution as this guy or is he some sort of fighting prodigy?." I thought to myself as the guy continued speaking.
"Heh you know its kinda funny that I beat up three dudes for a guy whose name I don't even know so how about we introduce ourselves?. My names Trevor what's your name?." The guy said as he stuck out his hand for a handshake. You know is it weird that I kinda find it weird how polite this guy is after what he just did earlier?.
"Uh my names Isaac." I said as I politely gave Trevor the handshake he wanted but then I quickly realized how strong this guys grip was. Even though he clearly wasn't putting much strength into his handshake it still felt like my hand was being crushed by a baseball glove with his iron strong grip and skin that felt like animal leather. As he ended the handshake and put his hands in his jacket pocket I discreetly rubbed my hand that was now sore with pain.
"Well Isaac it was nice meeting you and I hope you have a good life. And hey lucky me I still have a few minutes left until my first day of school starts so I guess the two of us came out winners today huh?." The guy as he suddenly stopped in a familiar building snapping me out of my daze as I realized where I was.
Without realizing it the guy was following me on the same path I took to school and now here we were standing in front of my school building which was a pretty average three story building.
Wait a minute don't tell me.
"Um T-Trevor you wouldn't be happen to be going to this school would you?." I asked in a nervous tone even though I already knew the answer to this question.
"Why yes I am!. A month I transferred to this school and this is my first time going to public school so I'm kind of nervous. Hopefully I never have to get into a argument or a fight with other kids from this school." Trevor said with an excited look in his eyes like a kid at an amusement park.
I was tempted to tell him that the three guys he beat to a pulp were students who went to the same school as him but I decided against it.
"Welp It was nice talking to you Isaac hopefully we see eachother again one day." Was all Trevor said as he walked into the crowd of other students who decided to come to school early and were waiting for school to open and in the blink of an eye he was gone.
"What type of weird ninja shit was that?." I thought to myself as I looked around trying to find Trevor in the small crowd of students but he was nowhere to be found.
"Man this is without a doubt the weirdest day of my life. Well I mean I guess nothing too bad happened though Owen got beat up and I got to school unharmed. As long as I don't interact with the weirdo nothing bad will happen for the rest of the day." I thought to myself as I walked towards the school like I always do.
*Trevor POV*
*Huff* *Huff* "Man that was close I almost let loose a bit while I was hitting those guys. Dammit why did I decide to get involved in that drama?! I knew what type of risk I was taking." Trevor thought to himself as he paced back and forth while holding his chin deep in thought. He was currently standing behind the school building away from all the other students.
"Ok I need to relax my nerves and calm myself down. I only have a higher chance of letting loose if I panic like I am now." I thought as I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath.
[Dragon Art: Void Dragon Release]
As I took in a deep breath I could feel every fiber of my tense up before I let out a deep breath and as I did so I felt my very existence relax. I no longer felt nervous and my once tense muscles were now relaxed. This technique always helps me relax in times like these but I still a felt of anger directed towards myself as I looked at my knuckles which were still a bit bloody from before.
"If that Isaac guy hadn't been there watching and had I held by with each punch I would've definitely killed those three guys. I must learn how to hold myself in the real world because the people here are much weaker then the people I run into on the battlefield." I thought to myself as I used my jacket to wipe off the bits of blood staining my knuckles.
"Hey why is this guy hanging around our smoking spot?. I've never seen them before." Trevor heard a voice behind him say causing him to turn around as he noticed a large group of teenagers approaching him.
"Huh there must be around 10 of these guys. Did I walk into there hang out spot or something?." Trevor thought as one of the teenagers approached a teenage boy who had short red hair.
"Oh is this your guys little hang out spot?. Sorry if I'm using it without permission if its bothering you I'll leave." Trevor said as he attempted to walk away but the red head haired boy stood in his way for some reason. A panicked expression appeared on Trevor's face as he saw this happen.
"Hey I don't think I've seen you before so that probably means you aren't a senior. And if that's the case then your going too have to pay the senior fee." The guy said as he grabbed Trevor by the scruff of their jacket.
"....Look man I don't got any money so how about you let go of my jacket and let me go?. This is your final warning." Trevor said in a strangely calm tone as the redhead simply grinned smugly.
"Oh are you trying to threaten me kid?. I'll have you know I'm undefeated in street fights and I don't give a rats ass if you don't have any money. This jacket looks nice so how about you hand it ove-"
"You know what fuck it. There is nothing I hate more then guys who try and start shit with me. Whatever happens next is just self defense!."
"Hey who do you think you are interrupting m-" The redhead couldn't finish his sentence as Trevor grabbed his head with both hands and winded his head back. The last thing the redhead saw was the crazed look in Trevor's eyes before he begun repeatedly headbutting there face in over and over till they lost consciousness.
"Hey what did you just do to the bo-HEY GET AWAY FROM ME."
"H-HES TO FAST!. GET AWAY FROM US!."
"GANG UP AND SURROUND HIM!."
*POW* *POW* *POW*
*30 seconds later*
"Man I need to work on my little anger problem one day I may end up killing someone on accident one day. I should let out some stress when I get home." Trevor thought as he put his earbuds in his ears which begun blaring heavy metal at a loud volume as he wiped off a bit of blood that stained his cheek as he walked out from behind the school leaving behind the absolute scene of carnage he had created. Because if someone were to look behind the school they would find 10 unconscious bodies that looked like they had been beaten to a bloody pulp by a crowbar. No one was safe regardless of gender as the 10 teenage boys and girls had injuries that varied from broken limbs ribs fractured skulls and even broken teeth.
And all of this happened because these men and women decided to annoy the wrong man while they were already in a bad mood.