The next day nothing happened, but on Wednesday they tried to take revenge on me. They caught me after school, when Raydon and Sheena, by the way, went to their clubs. They were waiting for me right at the exit of the main building — four guys of strong appearance. And one of them was that jerk from the cafeteria, what's his name... oh, right — Sugowara Kuro. The guy, grinning angrily, came up to me, and his entourage surrounded me from two sides.
— Well, hello, you little freak. You're in no hurry to get home. But in vain.
Why is everyone clinging to my height? Noticing a couple of interested glances, he looked at Kuro. This case will obviously not end in peace, which means that it is necessary to make sure that there are a minimum of witnesses. Ostentatiously looking at his entourage, standing on my sides, I turned my gaze back to the ringleader and grinned:
— Competently. I definitely don't have enough chopsticks for everyone. — I noticed how one of the two who stood on my right hand, with funny black and red hair, winced. It seems that all is not lost for him.
— It's a lot of honor for you to arrange a duel. You'll be beaten like a dog. A pathetic, rootless mongrel.
—Like a dog," I said thoughtfully. — And who are you then?
— Animal Control Service.
— Well... let's go. Control service, well, wow. We'll talk without witnesses. — And, turning around, slowly headed to the courtyard behind the main building. The place is sparsely populated, especially after school, and is located at the end of a building with a wall without windows.
I did not go out into the center of the courtyard, but stopped next to the wall, along which I walked. Turning to the aristocrats, he grinned. Like dogs of war. An imposing gait, smirks and demonstrative cracking of knuckles. Well, the dining room didn't teach this idiot anything. Only one of the guys didn't seem to like it. As he frowned at our meeting, so, it seems, he did not come out of his gloomy state. When everyone stopped, he found himself behind his friends and somehow did not seek to participate in the planned beating. And looking at these schoolboys who thought they knew nothing about themselves, I suddenly remembered an unpaid debt and that one freak had somehow stayed too long in Germany. Should I kill his dad, or what?
— Purely for the sake of interest. What are you going to do with Koyama Shin when she finds out? No, no, - I raised my hands up. — I'm not going to tell anyone about anything. But you, in your great wisdom, decided to catch me in front of half the school. Just after school, when a lot of people are crowding at the exit.
— Don't worry, plebeian, we'll talk the girl down somehow.
The tire? Naive Chukchi guys.
—Well, if that's the case," I said, slowly pulling the Glock Seventeen from the belt holster behind my back, "then let's start having fun.
The kids got nervous, even if they are all Warriors, I strongly doubt that they have sufficient experience in handling the "armor of the spirit". Mizuki, for example, is also a Warrior, but she learned to use "armor" to the full just recently, shortly before the start of the school year. Before that, she could only defend herself with his help, and even then... so-so. How Sheena, just a year older than her sister, managed to become a Teacher, I just can't comprehend. Indeed, the Genius of the Koyama clan.
On the other hand, these gopnik have not yet run away and have not started to translate everything into a joke, which means that they can at least defend themselves from firearms, but hardly for a long time. My two clips probably won't be enough for all four of them, but I'll shoot two of them in the legs.
"You wouldn't dare," Kuro began. — Nobody will let you shoot a gun at school. Besides, it's illegal.
— Illegal? Maybe. If I didn't have the rank of an Apprentice in shooting combat. And since I have it, I can keep and carry a gun legally.
— But do not apply…
— Moron. My use of firearms will be considered in court. And considering that the witnesses of how I was taken somewhere by four Warriors… You are Warriors, aren't you? I asked. — So, I have half a school of witnesses... well, let's say a little less. I have nothing to fear. Self—defense-and that's it.
In this world, thank God, such laws are simpler. And I'm probably eighty percent justified. However, no one will consider this case. Why? This question was answered by Sugowara Kuro himself:
"We're all aristocrats here. No one will arrange a trial. You'll just be eaten by our families. "Or I'll make their lives hell." The question is moot. — Put the gun away in a good way and you'll get off with a couple of broken bones.
I don't like such people. I could have answered him that. But I'd rather just cripple them, and then I'll take care of their families, who gave birth to such shit. And I don't care if their parents are quite nice people. Couldn't bring up — pay. I am not an angel, and I have a lot of negative traits. So I have to take out my anger on their relatives, how not to do figs. And even though I'm cooling down too quickly, but the parents of the shot people obviously won't let me do that.
— I don't care. And on you, and on the revenge of your parents. I can take revenge on anyone you want. And people like you, Kuro-kun, should be burned out with a hot iron. Otherwise, the state will rot alive, and at best it will be swallowed up by others. But let's end this conversation and finally get down to the fun. At least two, until the teachers come running here, I will cripple today. So, who wants to be the first?
— What?! Have you completely confused the coast? Yes, my father will tear out your heart!
Ugh, a jerk. And a child, of course. And that's the only reason I haven't attacked yet. Let me remind you — I am not an angel. But that's how we lost six witchers in the Cold War. There were too many corpses, and too many children among them. Those six just lost the ability to kill and went under the Zombies. And I have kids on my account, even younger than these… I didn't want that… But... it just so happened. Okay. Hushed up, Max, it's the past. Ahem. I doubt that these types will cause me a lot of emotions, but witchcraft is an indefinite thing. I wouldn't want to go through that again.
— Our families will grind you to powder.
Here's another teloid talking. I had no intention of answering. He just stood there, looked at them with his arms crossed, and grinned.
— You are freaks! Let me pass, moron!
Oh, the gloomy one started talking. The last words were addressed to Kuro, the backup singer standing in his way, whom he simply pushed aside.
—Careful with your words, Wakiya-kun,— Kuro said. — I might be offended.
— I don't give a damn about the offense of someone like you. Or will you scare me with your family too? Wakiya replied mockingly, lifting his chin. — Or maybe you think you're such a big shot that the whole clan will stand up for you?
"My brother is enough for me," the leader of this hop company said.
— Oh-oh-oh! Even ta-a-ak. I see you're not friends with the shore yourself. Let me remind you that I have a brother, and not even one. Will your brother deal with them too? Or will we arrange a war of childbirth right away?
—Calm down, Wakiya, calm down," Kuro even raised his hands. — We are not talking about any war. Admit it, quarreling over some mongrel is pretty stupid.
"It's too late, Kuro. We've already had a fight. You're acting like the last thing, and I don't like it.
— You're still careful with words, - they squinted at him in response. — So it's not far to trouble. Why did you even come with us then?
— You said: to teach a presumptuous guy a lesson. I could not even think that he would be alone and without Rod's support. And as soon as he rebuffed, he immediately began to intimidate his family. So who are you after that? Do you want the whole school to know about this, Kuro-kun? So I can help. After this, you may not get support from your family either.
— Don't wait-sh-sh, — the guy hissed at such a hit-and-run. — What do you want?
— Get you out of here. And God forbid, this story will have a continuation. You know our kind, Kuro, we always go to the end. And if anything, I will do everything that depends on me, but I will turn your life into hell.
— And you'll ruin yours.
— I repeat the guy's words: I don't care!
— Because of some rootless trash...
— And it's not about him anymore.
After being silent for a few seconds and staring intently at Wakiya's face, Kuro finally answered:
— To the demons of you! This thing isn't worth it. Let's get out of here," he waved his hand to his retinue. And throwing an angry look at Wakiya and me, he stomped to the exit of the school.
After waiting for these nedogopniki to disappear around the corner of the building, the guy turned to me. After looking me up and down, he lingered on the pistol, the handle of which I was scratching my forehead at that moment.
— My name is Wakiya Teijo, and I have the rank of a Warrior in hand-to-hand combat. Although I don't like this whole situation, but the challenge was thrown and accepted. And I want to find out who is better: Me or a Student with a gun.
After standing and looking at this weirdo, I finally gathered my thoughts:
— What, right here?
— Why not? There is no one here, and no one will interfere with us.
Is he a fool or something? Oh well, if he wants a fight, he'll get one. I think I can stay within the framework of an ordinary, albeit trained, adult.
— This is a Glock, — I raised my hand with a pistol, — in the version for a forty-fifth caliber cartridge. High stopping action, low penetration and very loud sound. The arrival of four jerks still pays for the fuss that will begin when the teachers come running here, but a pointless duel in a practical sense is unlikely.
The guy somehow even got a little confused after my words. Not really, then, frostbitten.
"It's... sort of... but you can…
— But if you, — I interrupted him, putting the pistol back in its holster, — so want to fight, then I hasten to inform you that I am a Student not only in shooting combat.
* * *
— Father?
— I'm listening to you, son.
A young man in a man's dark blue house kimono, with black hair, against which several red strands stood out, sat down on the tatami next to a man of about forty in almost the same kimono. He was sitting next to a low table on which there was a small teapot and a bowl of tea. The man was holding a newspaper in his hands, which he put next to him when his son addressed him. The conversation took place in an old Japanese mansion on the outskirts of Tokyo.
— Today I was thoroughly beaten up at school. My one-year-old.
— And-and-and? The man raised an eyebrow.