After they played a few matches after Wrenlow pressured Junya into playing friendlies. Needless to say, it was a sweep and Junya lost horribly.
'I just got the game. Doesn't he get that?' Junya never bothered getting upset, yet Wrenlow's showing off was very annoying.
"Aw man, don't be too mad, I'll show you some when we crash tonight."
'Yeah whatever, I'm going to class" Junya ignored him, he was in a T-Shirt for comfort, so he put his uniform shirt back on before walking toward the door.
"Don't be hurt because you lost. By the way, I wouldn't go outside there if I were you." Wrrenlow never even had to look, he was still on his phone gaming.
"Oh yeah, Who's gonna stop me?'" Junya cracked open the door when his ear was assaulted by resounding shouts.
"Wrenlow, Is he here?"
"I just need to see him"
"Who the fuck is that guy"
"Tell him to get the fuck out the way"
"Maybe he knows where Wenji"
A group of girls all surrounded the door trying to push themselves in. Junya shoved her off and slammed the door.
"See I told you"
"You're making my life annoying. How do you suppose I get out now."
Wrenlow finally got off his phone and sat up. Well, I could just tell them to fuck off… yet that's less fun." He slid his phone into his pocket while he continued talking. "I could just tell them to go away. Yet, that might hurt public image, It's complicated being a part of an Apex family because there are all kinds of politics but that's what makes it interesting."
"Just tell them to leave and stop trying to make everything game."
"We can leave, just not through the door". He replied. "Let's just go through the window and see who reaches class first."
"I'm not playing your games. If you want you to race run around in circles for all I care." Junya went to the door again and looked through the peephole. All the students were there with their phones out hoping to take a picture.
"I'll give you 1000 Rels if you win, that could give you a stamina potion"
''Junya turned around and looked at him sitting on the window sil. 'This is the second time something like this is happening and for the same reasons —potions.'
"5000"
"3000"
"...Class starts at 1:30 and that's right now. Taking the elevator will just make you late."
Junya checked his time, which was correct.
"Well, I guess that's a yes! Hehaha…."
He laughed as he fell backwards out the window. Junya used Asura step sparingly for the sake of leaving his room tidy. His height was the first thing he noticed, being on the top floor and 5 stories high, it was at least a 20 metres fall.
Wrenlow was facing u[ and smiled when he saw Junya as well, then turned around. As he touched the ground his figure was hard to see or even discern, trying to track him was daunting, yet Junya moved in the same way.
People close by heard the footsteps and the tailwind yet couldn't figure out who it was, since their faces and image were distorted.
'This nincompoop is not even trying to take a shortcut.' Junya pulled out his phone and used a map to find his class. Wrenlow only ran in the direction of the class and looked like he was more interested in showing his speed.
Junya turned off and followed the map while making some shortcuts of his own.
He came upon the building within seconds and never saw Wrenlow in site, there he rushed to class and slowed down considerably when entering. The class was large, it was more like an auditorium, with half of it being filled with desks and chairs, with other miscellaneous things.
The ceiling was highland and had beautiful dragon patterns flowing across its white surface.
This made it easier to transform the room into a training arena which was available in each class. He could see class was about to start and looked confident.
His mood soured when he saw Wrenlow giving him a thumbs up before turning it upside down. He laughed loudly which was a lot more annoying.
'I guess this guy is the real deal. It's pretty annoying, I'll never hear the end of it tonight'
Mr Bink who was in front of the class looked at his watch and Junya a few times.
"My class starts at 1:30, not 1:30:59, give me 59 push-ups before entering my class," Mr Bink said while taking a sip of his drink.
'Hmph' Junya never argued, instead he greeted them before joining with the rest of the class.
After a few seconds of Mr Bink drinking, while giggling himself.
"Oh right, you guys" Cleared his throat before tucking his bulging stomach.
"Well, I welcome you to your first class at GCU, I hope you have a good time, don't die get strong yaddy yaddy yaa. The whole shebang, welcome. At this school, you will all learn to become fine Mobsters."
He covered his flask before placing it on his side, then he took a serious expression.
"First let me ask a question, how many of you know how many Mobsters die in a year. No, Just after one expedition. Guess, correct answers will be rewarded."
"70 per cent, sir" Junya raised his hand quickly.
"Close, 69 per cent, looks like you get a cookie" Mr Bink changed his slanted stance into a more serious one, unfolding his arms.
Puchi
"..."
"I'm sorry sir, continue, I don't know what came over me, please continue". Wrenlow's face was read trying to restrain his laugh, even biting his lips.
"Anyway, That number isn't exaggerated. In fact, if you consider the number of people who go missing and, or is never found. It could even be more than that. R*pe, genocide, torture, arson anything can happen to a monster."
"Even to guys?"
"Especially with guys. Some mobs don't care whether you are male or female. As long as you give them the right pleasure. Hell, some even go after men specifically."
Suddenly after his sentence, Wrenlows snickering was long gone and his face went solemn.
"If there is something gruesome you can think of, it has happened and never thinks your the strongest persons of your family haven't experienced it before. Some manage to get away only to kill themselves when they come back home.
Mobs are superior in terms of strength, innately that is. Humans can absorb their Elo, which stops the playing field from becoming a complete one-sided slaughter.
Being a Mobster means seeing a 9-foot-tall Battle Class Mob and facing it head-on. Knowing that Mobs only get stronger the more they fight and, or lose. Can you still fight to know all that. Sacrificing your life leaving your family at home.
What if the Mob only wants you and promises to exchange you for your friends. Would you sacrifice yourself? To become a Mobster, you must have a heart of ice.
If a small Mob calls for it's mother, would you still kill it? It might be a kid, yet it could still take anyone of you urchins and even kill your ass. So let me ask you this class A5, are you still willing?"
"..."