"Hey, it was a mistake. Why blame me for my bad stomach… This could have happened to anyone." Boltus cried as the gates to the academy were shut in front of him.
"Please, let me in…" He cried while beating at the gates.
"For the love of God, let me in." He shouted and cried. But he was ignored by everyone.
No one wanted to talk to him, nor did they dare to think about approaching him.
This was the same man responsible for fooling the whole academy into thinking that a dangerous accident had happened in the academy. And he did all that through the might of his farts.
A fart so mighty, that it has put block C of faculty quarters under quarantine. The gates to those rooms won't be opened until a whole week of cleaning has been done.
There was even talk among the builders to destroy Boltus's original room and build a new one over it.
This may be the only way to remove the smell from the academy for good.
As for the poor tree that experienced the yellow snow.
It was the first thing to be burned by the cleaners.
"Oye, don't touch the gate, We don't want your shit to stain the gate as well." The guard mumbled as he kicked Boltus's bag to the other end of the street.
Causing Boltus to rush towards his bag and pick it up. Dusting off the dirt from it.
'Fuck this life man… the only opportunity to find a good retainer is now gone.'
Who would have known that his fart alone will be capable of destroying a whole building? If he had even a little understanding of this ability of his. He would have chosen a way more discreet location. Like the toilet from the student dormitory.
They were rarely in use these days due to the vacation and the closed room will also dampen the song by a huge degree.
If Boltus got a second chance, he will make sure to find a good place before 'let 'er rip'.
"I don't even have money for accommodation. Fuck, can't waste it on any other thing besides food.'
As for asking for support from his family?
Boltus didn't think much about it. He knew how disappointed his family was in him when they officially disowned him.
Even his mother was reprimanded for sending him money behind her husband's back on three different occasions. And each one causes her standing in the family to drop.
So, as a good son, he chose to not inform them about his recent situation.
He may have created a mana heart and started his path of knighthood. But he was still far from actually achieving any decent results. He was still the same old Boltus with no change in his physique or strength.
And the passive growth by the mana heart is very slow.
That is unless Boltus starts his exercises properly.
"Fuck these knight exercise methods, I don't have any need for them anymore."
"I will just do the legendary exercise of 100 sit-ups, pushups, and squats followed by a 10-kilometer run."
"This much for physical exercise will be enough."
"Wait… why am I thinking about exercise. I should first focus on finding a new source of income. Only then will I be able to support that punishing exercise routine."
So, Boltus wandered the streets of the capital city Rothud. In hopes of finding a new job.
He started with the shops in the posh area of the city. As it as, the Academy was situated in the richest part of Rothud.
But as he feared, rarely did anyone wish to hire someone as ugly and fat as him.
There was even a restaurant that released their dogs on him as they thought that Boltus would bring bad luck to them with his ugliness.
And in a mill where the job was mostly behind the closed doors. The manager treated him as a thief and scorned him for leaving the mill as he was fat. And the manager feared that Boltus would steal the grains from the mill.
Events like this kept happening to Boltus till it was late at night.
Boltus was tired after a whole day of walking on the streets, in search of a job. And before he knew it, he found himself surrounded by dirty mud huts and shady individuals.
'Fuck, things can't go any worse than this… right?'
"Oye fatass. Your clothes look pretty good, where did you steal this from?" A mocking voice startled Boltus's body.
"Ohoho, don't be like that brother. Look at all that fat on his body. He probably was a mutt of some big family." The shorter man spoke with a pitying tone.
"Huu, who would keep such an ugly mutt as a pet? He was probably some love child of two siblings. And now after his "parents" got married off to different people, he was thrown here."
"Haha! That very much explains it brother… they probably gave him some good stuff in that bag too. How about we help him relieve some of that burden?" The bigger one was added.
"Yes yes, why don't we help this poor guy?"
'I fucking jinxed it… didn't I?'
'And what kind of development is this? I never experienced this even in my older life. So why did this happen the day I was kicked out of the academy?'
'Don't tell me I am some event magnet… like those main characters.'
"Yes, yes... You got it, right fellow men… I am as you say. And please take this, this bag was truly heavy. You can have it."
Under the utter confusion of the two hooligans, Boltus became super proactive and handed them his bag.
They appreciated it when their job got easy, so they didn't bother much and happily took Boltus's bag.
'Hah, this guy is intelligent at least. Made our job easier.'
'Yeah, this much should be enough.'
The hooligans even thought of letting Boltus leave without harm. There were certain rules for even hooligans like them and following those rules is how they can survive in this dog-eat-dog world.
But before they can voice their thoughts.
"Also, this chain, this was something given to me by my uncle-father. It should be worth a lot."
They were handed out a chain that they didn't even know about.
And this chain seems to have some sentimental value to the fat bastard in front of them. But they still happily accepted it.
"Now, please can you let me go?"
"Ooh… of course. I see you may be ugly. But you are an intelligent man."
"Yeah, rarely do we get such an understanding target. Most of the time, everyone starts acting haughty or scared. Giving priority to their possession more than their life." The shorter one spoke, showing some disappointment.
"Yeah yeah, tell me about it. I remember this man who sold his daughter just so he could buy some expensive candlesticks. Imagine, giving priority to an inanimate object over your daughter." Boltus pitched in, recalling an event from a certain novel he read in his previous life.
"Huh?... I have heard about someone selling their daughter for alcohol or drugs or even food. But never a candlestick. Was it some magical candlestick?"
"You guys don't know nobles, the only thing special about the candlestick was its history and he bought it for bragging rights after his request for loans was denied. Man the audacity of these people."
And so, the nature of their prior meeting completely changed. Boltus got familiar with the two men instantly.
The bigger one was called Boulder Mike. he was only 17 years old this year, but his physique towered even Boltus and became one of the reasons why he go that nickname
As for the smaller one, he was only 15 and called Oily Jack. Not because he was slippery and hard to capture. But because of his oily skin.
And the two also found out about Boltus's true identity.
"Heh, you two. I know what you must be thinking. But I was kicked out and if not for my mother, I would have been killed. So forget about asking for ransom, the only thing you will get is to get yourself killed."
"Haha… Nah Nah, why would we think that."
"Oily is right. No way in hell did that idea cross our mind."
Both of them said so, but from their embarrassed expression, Boltus knew that this was the truth.
These two hooligans might look like mature adults in the dark. But at the end of the day, they were still kids in Boltus's eyes and kids were bad at lying.
Even if they were thinking of kidnapping Boltus and sending his fingers as proof of his capture to his family.
"Oh yeah, before we part ways. You guys are in a gang right?"
Both of them nodded toward Boltus in response.
"Then is your gang looking for a new worker?... you already know I was recently kicked out of my job and I require a new one."
Under Boltus' behest, both of them started to look at him seriously.
But then, they shook their heads. "Nah man, you don't look like Chidori material at all."
"Yeah, us at Chidori need to be fast and shite. You are just too fat, man."
'Huh? Chidori? Wait… isn't that from the Ninja show? The name of the attack that the edgy teen rival of the main character often used?'
"Wait… what do you mean by Chidori? Who named it?"
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