Back in the classroom.
"Huh? Where the hell did it go?" Melissa was searching through her bag, looking desperately for the juice box that she had bought while she was heading to the classroom.
"What're you searching for, Melissa?" Selina, who saw the flustered Melissa go through her bag and desk, asked with a curious expression on her face.
"My guava juice box. I had bought an extra one just in case, but it's now missing." Melissa said almost instantly without even turning around to look at Selina. One could hear a hint of frustration in her voice as she spoke, indicating that she definitely wasn't happy with losing the juice box. "Who the fuck stole my juice box?"
She continued searching through her bag for her missing juice box, but unfortunately for her, she would not see it ever again.
"You know you don't have to steal everything, right?" Jacob shook his head as he stared at the calm and collected Mark who was sipping from the juice box that he had sneakily stolen from Melissa's pockets when the two passed by each other. "Don't tell me that stealing is one of the side effects of being a mana user or something.."
"I was thirsty, alright motherfucker?" Mark said while rolling his eyes before sipping the straw once again.
"So, what's the plan now?" Jacob asked, and Mark raised his eyebrows. "What do you mean?" He asked with a puzzled expression on his face.
"Well, I mean, now that you've made me into a mana user, like what do we do now?" Jacob waved his hands in the air as he spoke. "Are there any responsibilities for a mana user?"
"What the fuck are you talking about? This isn't a job, dumbass!" Mark shook his head and lightly punched Jacob on his chest before sipping the guava juice and continuing, "And about what we'll do now… I guess we can take care of those bullies that you mentioned earlier!"
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"Hah…" Gerald scratched his head as he leaned back on his chair, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath as he did so.
He slowly opened his left eye and looked at the fan that was positioned right above him, after which he snapped his fingers.
"Hey, Glasses!" He shouted loudly, and a boy wearing round glasses suddenly got up from his seat and immediately turned to look at Gerald before opening his mouth to say, "Ye- Yes, Gerald? D- Did you call me?"
"Come over here…" Gerald motioned him using his hands to walk towards him, and the boy with the glasses, although seemingly reluctant to do so at first, nevertheless began walking towards Gerald.
"Yes, Gerald?" The boy with the glasses stood right next to Gerald as he asked the question with a nervous smile on his face.
WHAM!
All of a sudden, Gerald clenched his fist and punched the young boy right in his abdomen, causing the boy to gasp out loud and fall down onto his knees.
"Gah… gah…" The boy landed on the ground and was gasping for air as he held his stomach tightly. The entire classroom had turned silent, but no one stepped forward to help the boy with the glasses. In fact, although there was worry and nervousness on their faces, they didn't even glance at him during the whole time.
"Glasses, how many times have you done this, huh? You should know the whole process by now.." Gerald said in a nonchalant manner, ignoring the boy who was struggling to get back up from the floor. He then let out a yawn and swung his leg, aiming straight for the boy's face.
"Gah!" The boy, although in the middle of coughing and gasping, was nevertheless terrified of the attack that was aiming for his face. But fortunately for him, the feet stopped a few millimeters before his face, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
"The next time you make a mistake, I'll make sure that I strike you right in the face. You hear me, glasses?" Gerald spoke calmly, not even sparing at the boy on the floor.
The boy, although still hurt by the punch from before, nodded his head quickly. "Good," Gerald closed his eyes again and pointed at the fan above him before continuing, "Now, turn the fucking fan on, you dipshit!"
As soon as Gerald gave the order, the boy, clutching his stomach, ran towards the switchboard and turned the fan on.
"And get me a packet of chips from the cafeteria! Quickly!" Gerald gave another order as a smile of relief appeared on his face, possibly due to the breeze that he was getting from the fan. "I want it in five minutes!"
"O- Okay!" The boy, now nervous and flustered, rushed outside the classroom and dashed through the hallway, catching the attention of many students.
Whoosh!
The boy passed by Jacob and Mark, who were walking in the opposite direction.
"What the hell was that?" Mark turned around curiously and watched the boy run through the hallway as though his life was on the line. "Dude's running like he might die if he stopped."
"Maybe he has to pee really bad. Must've been holding it in during the whole class.." Jacob said, and Mark shrugged his shoulders in response. "Maybe. Anyway, where is the classroom of this bully that you've been talking about?"
"It's right there." Jacob said as he pointed at the classroom that was right in front of them. The two boys looked through the hallway window and into the classroom, which caught the attention of the students inside the room.
'Why the fuck were these two people peeking into the classroom?' Despite the weird and suspicious glances that they were receiving, Jacob and Mark didn't seem to care about it, and instead focused their gazes on Gerald, who was sleeping with his face on the desk.
"Is that the guy?" Mark asked as he pointed his finger at Gerald, and the entire classroom, seeing Mark's actions, turned silent once again. Jacob nodded. "Gerald Hasegawa. He's our senior by two years. He's also one of my seniors in the softball team, and they've been constantly bullying the juniors throughout the year."
"Huh…" Mark rubbed his chin and narrowed his eyes. He thought for a few seconds before turning to look at Jacob and asked, "So, are you ready?"
"What? Like right now?" Jacob's eyes widened and he looked back and forth at Gerald and Mark before continuing, "Don't I have to, like... I don't know, train for this, or something?"
"The fuck are you talking about?! No!" Mark shook his head and entered the classroom while clicking his tongue, and Jacob, although reluctant, followed him close behind.
The students watched the two boys with nervous gazes as they entered the classroom. 'Were they here to start a fight with Gerald?' They didn't know for what reason the two boys were in their classroom. But they did see one of them pointing his finger at Gerald, so they assumed that it had something to do with him.
Mark walked up to the still sleeping Gerald, and while standing near him, turned to look at Jacob and said, "Look at him. He's sleeping. Just go ahead and beat him up!"
"Huh? While he's sleeping?" Jacob sounded flustered. "Isn't that kind of a pussy move?"
Mark replied in an instant. "So is bullying your juniors who are weaker than you just because it's fun! Now just punch the motherfucker!"
"Hu… Wha.." Gerald, who was woken up from his sleep by the voices of Jacob and Mark, spoke in an incoherent manner, and his eyes were half open. He clearly had not woken up properly.
"Quick! Before it's too late!" Mark spoke in an urgent tone, and Jacob reacted by dashing in the direction of a confused and half awake Gerald with his hands swinging.
"AHHHHHHH! SHIT!" Jacob yelled loudly as he swung his fist, aiming right for Gerald's left cheek.
BAM!
Jacob's fist collided with Gerald's face, and before he could even tell what the hell was happening, he was flung sideways into the air, slamming his back on the wall before crashing down onto the floor with a loud noise.
"AHH! GUH…" Gerald screamed loudly as he tried to adjust his mind to what was happening, while a surprised Jacob stared at his fist before turning around to look at Mark with a proud expression on his face. "Holy fuck! Did you see that? He went flying! Because of my punch!"
"Yes, he did." Mark nodded his head. "But he's not done yet, so you might want to turn around now."
Jacob turned around to find that Gerald had already gotten up on his feet and was staring at him with bloodshot eyes. "Ah, fuck! He didn't faint? What is he, made of rocks or something?"
"Jacob! You little shit! You tried a sneak attack on me?" Gerald gritted his teeth and wiped the blood that was dripping from his mouth while clenching his fists.
"You want my help?" Mark asked Jacob, who, although seemingly nervous, shook his head. "Nah.." He then took a deep breath, narrowed his eyes and stared at Gerald. "I think I can take him."