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Chapter 23 - Trouble

[Fredrich POV]

{A few hours after the instructor finished his speech}

It was already a few hours since I arrived at our room.

After we received our ranks it seemed that our room was renovated to match our ranks.

An air conditioner was installed and we were given new beds along with a few sets of clothes.

I also noticed that Jericho received more than me.

"Well, he is higher ranked."

I thought to myself.

Jericho is like a big brother to me so although I was a little jealous, that didn't mean I would do something like ste-

"uh"

Beside Jericho's was a box filled with confectionaries such as cookies and some cake.

It seemed that I also got something, a few bars of chocolate to be exact.

"…....he is not like Orson so… He wouldn't mind if I take some... right?"

Jericho wasn't here so I could take this opportunity to enjoy the room all for myself.

Not being able to resist temptation, I ended up taking a pack of cookies for myself. Of course, I wasn't that shameless as I at least left a bar of chocolate to make up for it.

Lying down on my now 5x more comfortable bed, I opened up a pack of cookies and turned on the TV.

"Ah, the TV got upgraded too. I didn't notice it at first."

The TV seemed to have grown a few inches from before, but since the color didn't change I couldn't notice.

Turning on the TV, I didn't even question how signal was able to enter the mountain.

I then pressed the remote to change channels and stopped for a moment when it reached the news.

However, watching the news for a few seconds made me bored so I just skipped it and went directly to cartoon metwork. All I got from my few seconds of watching it was that it seemed to be covering some old man wearing suits, and talking about gibberish I can't understand. (They were politicians)

"I don't understand why Jericho always watches them."

Eating 'my' cookies, I continued watching cartoons for a few hours, nearly dozing off at the end.

"He's still not here? Well…don't go crying to me when you get scoldeeeedd yawn*"

Just when I was about to take a short nap an extremely loud bang suddenly resounded in the room.

Someone hit the door so hard that a dent formed.

"What the--"

"Open up!"

On the other side of the door, a youthful shout was heard. It seemed to have belonged to someone near my age so I reflexively opened the door.

It was then that I saw a fat boy a head taller than me standing there along with two others. The fat boy wore a luxurious black suit along with black shorts. His brown hair was gelled backward and he had a condescending look on his fat face.

The two boys beside him were also fat but were nowhere near the boy in the middle. They also wore luxurious outfits but it can be seen from their behaviors' that they were of a lower position than the one in the middle, as they never stood in front of him.

"Um, what do you want?"

A little angry that my sleep was interrupted, I ended up glaring at the boy while I asked my question

He didn't seem to have liked this as his face immediately went red with anger.

"How dare you talk like that to me! Don't you know who I am?!"

"Nope, no clue."

"Why this—I am Darius Futwark! Sole heir and only son of Devon Futwark, the current CEO of the multi-billion Futwark company! How can you not know of me!!"

"Ah… EHEM* my name is Fredrich, son of my father, a deadbeat who left me in an orphanage."

Taken aback by Fred's words the trio stood there in shock, never had they met a person who not only didn't cower in front of Darius's reputation but also made fun of them at the same time.

"We good? Ok bye bye ~~"

"Ah wait—"

Not waiting for him to finish, Fred closed the door in front of Darius' face.

"Weird kid." (Fred)

Thought Fred, thinking that this was going to be the end of it. But just when he was about to reach out for the remote the door was suddenly thrown to the other side room.

BANGGGG!!!*

Looking at the now pulverized door, Fred looked to the side and found Darius with his fist clenched up.

"What the hell do you think your doi—!"

"Silence! I will not tolerate your impudence anymore! Guys, take him!"

Following his command, his two lackeys ran toward Fred with the intent of capturing him.

Learning from his mistake and thinking fast, Fred took hold of an orange that was on the table beside his bed and threw it directly to the closest boy.

Activating his gift, the orange suddenly sped up hitting the boy in the stomach and rendering him unconscious.

"Crap!"

Shouted the other boy as he saw his colleague knocked out.

Not giving him chance to rest Fred then threw another fruit, this time an apple, to the frozen boy.

Thinking that it was gonna be over Fred was about to grab another fruit to throw, when suddenly a huge club appeared in front of the lackey and deflected the apple.

"A weapon type, just like Sister Teresa!"

Teresa showed off her gift to the orphanage one time, although she never fired it once, saying it was too dangerous. At that everyone could feel that it was a weapon of mass destruction.

"No, snap out of it! … it's just a club, nowhere near Sister's."

Waking up from his short shock Fred began to prepare for the incoming boy.

For someone with a weapon-type gift, the gift grew along with the user. This not only meant that it adjusts itself based on the user's strength, but that it also adjusted itself to the point where the user could use it.

This allowed the boy to wield the club easily as to him, it didn't weigh more than a feather.

Swinging the club with all his might the boy aimed at Fred's face when suddenly Fred did a smooth motion of moving in front of him when his arms were raised and landed a quick but effective punch to the stomach.

"Gurk!"

Curling up, the boy fell down to the ground.

Everyone in the orphanage was thought basic fighting moves by sister Teresa. although not as good as Jericho or Millie, Fred was one of the best and even surpassed Orson when it just came to pure skill (Gifts not involved at least).

Although he could not do any fancy moves like Jericho, he could however take the opportunity to strike when someone was so open for a hit.

Thinking that the fight was over and that he could now relax, he suddenly felt a hand pressing down on his head, smashing it on the floor.

"Quite a durable bug, aren't you?"

Said Darius as he looked at Fred's bloodied face.

Darius Futwark [Gift: Weight Manipulation]