Ren jumped from one wall to another, imprinting some mud trails on those walls with his boots. Quickly after, he whisked away with his swift movement, avoiding the Creatures' turtle-slow punches.
Bang!
A loud impact could be heard as he looked back at the wall that he had just been on. It was destroyed. He was left in awe but soon regained his composure. His footwork was now a little coarse as he shaked left to right.
He took the risk as he glimpsed at the man-made fat as the red bump had made its way to its head, with a quick-witted decision, he tried to lure it into a lobby for the Teachers to take care of whatever he had become.
He jumped again but this time, an accident happened. He missed his step which result in him sliding down. His pace was ruined and he was down in stamina. Ren was sweating a road of liquid as his mind was clogged up with just a thought "Run, survive, too strong"
The sheer dominance had sowed the seed of fear in his heart, corrupting his courage and making his heart beat like a racing car.
"Wh-Y Is this... Dam creature so fast"
The slow punches had evolved, quickly coming in Ren's direction. He continued clappings his hands to pray, which showed to be a huge mistake as it was ruining his movements, resulting in the creature lurking around even closer.
-' if I was the main character I needed plot armor asap now and right now, I hoped for it, no I yearned for it whatever I felt was too early for whatever kind of story I had to end. Even if it was corrupt I wanted to live to yearn for love and maybe find a good girl I can have a good life with what was I supposed to do-'
Amid his ramble, he felt his rips being cut into several pieces, a punch from the creature had hit the worst spot imaginable. As he wooshed with the air, he hit a door making him get scratched all over his body. A buff and tall kid stood out of his bed staring at Ren's broken body.
He approached the giant, a cold and unresponsive face standing on his head. Not even a hint of a shaking body, his lips were down showing disgust at what he was watching.
He clutched his hands together ready to brawl.
"Punches do not work on him..."
Hearing Ren's advice he opened his drawer, taking out a giant bronze sword that stood tall at 6 feet almost as big as the person holding it. Making Ren's lips shake with horror before going out, he was forcefully reminded that he was never the biggest fish in the sea.
He stood there unconscious until the team arrived taking him to the nurse to get patched up.
...
The giant man scratched the floor as he walked forward, holding out his giant sword in a piercing position at the evergrowing monster. His giggle even fazing the monster made of fat rolling down the hallway, he was like a demon that found his prey.
After his laughter stopped, without a word he pierced the wind with his sword rushing into the creature's head.
Woosh
As soon as the sword made contact blood gushed every like the creature was deflating, he was the true monster he was having fun slaying the beast and seeing its blood, Opening out his tongue as if it was a good cocktail.
Bam, Slash, Clash
He swung his sword holding it with both of his hands, his mouth going to the side wondering why it was alive. With a swift eye, he focused a piercing gaze on the red bump traveling across the sea of fat, the man's eyes glowed a black mist, and his red hair had become a black flowing ponytail as wings of the mist torn through the mortal realm.
Floating through the sky, he held his sword only with 1 hand.
He charged his arm by flowing with the flow of strength, he puffed out smoke from his mouth biting his teeth. Finally opening his closed eyes
Woosh
He threw the sword with an archers-precision, and it cut through the skin of the red bug that had grown every clash. The bug cried with a scream that sounded like somebody scratching the class board while all the students closed their ears.
When the cries had stopped, the creature had become a pool of a massacre. Red tainting the black carpet and coloring the white lights red.
"..." The man stopped for a bit collecting his thoughts "I should take on a better diet."
As the mist dissipated, a giant pool of vomit came in a combo with the blood.
...
"Where am I?"
Ren grasped his palm trying to feel any scratches as his head was stuck upward, there was not even a trace of an outside mark but on the inside, Ren could still feel his ribs itch.
The way he went out with disgusting muddy shoes was his fault, and the way he prayed for nothing was his fault as well. When he forgot about the boy he didn't cry, Just what was he thinking?
He Imprinted the man's face on his mind, the way it looked so confident in his strength. He took out his sword with no questions asked, Ren would not believe it so easily. He might have survived but his head was stuck at possibilities or alternative worlds where he died.
While one side of his head folded a miracle, the other one was feeling faulty at its survival, scared to even turn around or look over his shoulder. He was drooling in his thoughts starting an unneeded war in his hand, normally he just went on with life but this time he only accepted his survival because he still hadn't found a dream.
That day he had set his goal, for the sake of not disappointing his future and current family he was gonna write something when the teachers hand out papers asking "What do you wanna be when you grow up"
Something he always left empty before.