Chapter 2 – Prologue 2
In consequence of accompanying his grandpa, Cray missed his final exam. In other words, he had to redo the whole grade all together with losing the seven or eight months of school fees. Luckily his mom didn't get mad regarding it.
After three years of catching up, Cray finally graduated from elementary with flying colours, all the while holding tight to the promise which he made at his grandpa's funeral, on to the next phase of education which is high school. Where it's the period of kids transitioning to their rebellious nature as a teenager.
No more than two months after he entered his high school, he'd already receive the bullying. the other kids didn't care about the truth regarding why is Cray skipped a grade, all they saw is the fact that he skipped one which usually related to the incapability of the student on following the lesson, in the simplest explanation, they dubbed him an idiot. Nonetheless, that wasn't the most concerning issue for Cray, since he could easily proof that he's not one.
The trouble truly starts when he refused to give answers to the dumb b/stards during an exam. Cray pretended not to see their pleads for help. Why the f/ck should he help the a/sholes who harassing him before. But they soon got back for him by beating him up black and blue. Cray did his best to hide his bruises from his mom. Yet, to his mom keen womanly observation, his efforts were near next to non-existence. She intentionally patted his back and her son yelped from the pain.
His mom thus reported it to the principal of the school. However, the principal who didn't want the annually hot potato in his hand, passed it to Cray's homeroom teacher. The mother and son met up with the greyed hair homeroom teacher to which, he bluntly told the truth of the situation with helpless and apologetically face.
"I'm truly sorry Mrs. Sierphin, the beatings that your son experienced is nothing new to this school. In fact, your son's already the dozenth time I received for the start of the semester alone, and definitely not going to be the last, it's all started fifteen years ago, owing to the war between our Republic of Zendlore with the Holy Nation of Virinvure. Ever since the damm war started, the government has been allocating the fund for this school to the war effort, the only school which still receives the funding of the government is the military school of Zendlore, but I strongly advising you not to move your son there. Otherwise, your son is going to be sent into the army, battling the army from Virinvure. I already lost a few of my former pupils due to their parents didn't pay any heat to my caution. My suggestion, is for your son here to learn some martial arts for self-defence"
Cray's mom was dumbstruck by the homeroom teacher's bluntness. As for Cray, he felt like a lightbulb just lit up, enlightening his mind on how to face his dark time. He thanked his homeroom teacher and pulled his still bewildered mom's hand.
Cray assured his still concerned mom; he also asked his mom for a permission to join that weird looking martial arts training place called dojo. With no other choices, his mom allowed him with a condition of him not getting hurt. Cray laughed in his head, what kind of martial art training that doesn't involving physical beating? Probably practicing those fighting scenes like on movies. Yet he agreed readily to his mom hilarious condition.
From the next onwards, Cray daily hustle added by two. One in the morning, where he had to withdraw water from the well, running lapses in the courtyard, he also added some arms and abs workout moves, including push ups sit ups, weight liftings. He thought that just doing laps around the courtyard wouldn't be enough, the thought came mostly after the first day afternoon session. Where he got paired with a lovely petite girl for practical-mock match. He got his a/s handed to him by the petite girl. She was only around 147 cm (4.8 foot) tall with long black hair, tied to a pony tail whenever she was practicing her martial art, a pair of hazelnut colour eyes.
The petite girl's attacks were tricky to blocked or dodged, hit hard, and fast. Cray got trashed around by the little girl who had the same age as him. Sometimes, he got thrown over her shoulder, every time he experienced it, he always wonders of how the lovely petite girl upon him be so strong and cruel.
A year of beating and hiding later, there're still not much of a different from the year before when he entered the training. At school, he made sure there's a teacher at the vicinity and after the school ends, he ran to the crowded street like a comet which his pursuer lost him in a mir minute. Besides that, he also didn't give sh/t to the glares of his enemies during exams. In turn, it all made smokes came out from their orifices.
As for his training sessions, in the morning he came even earlier to the dojo for more exercises, he didn't feel much fatigue after doing those workouts regularly for a while. For the afternoon one, he started having this weird funny sensation every time he saw his regular petite match partner. He also discovered her name is Orchelia. Each time they had a bout, his responses and reflexes were seamed slowing down. Thus, the still ongoing beating.
Yet, on one particular day where the petite Orchelia was absent on that day afternoon session, he pummelled the poor boy to a pulp. With an upper cut, he knocked some tooths from the pitiful sixteen years old boy's mouth. Nonetheless, he couldn't stop the already mid-swung left feet of his. The already dizzied sixteen years old thus got flung a couple dozen meters away. Cray's back went cold, fearing he might get jailed from an accident murder. He ran towards the lying boy, and checked for sign of life. He released a sigh of relieve after he noticed the boy was only knocked out unconscious. But the shocked stares from his fallow disciples, didn't make him feeling any better. If he didn't soften his kick at the last moment, the boy might really kick his bucket there. The owner of the dojo, an old man with a still buffed built, came not long after the incident. He assured Cray that the boy who he just knocked out was going to be just fine, the old man whose sure name is Tian told Cray that the boy was frightened due to the sent flying experience which he caused.
After the fear disappeared, a confident feeling started to sprout inside him. Following the next day, Cray intentionally taunted the `braindeads` by silently giving the middle finger, writing a "what did your mom given you when you just born?" question with a word "suers sh/t" written in large bold font underneath the question, swiftly showing it to his `braindeads` friends for a split moments just enough for them to get irritated by it.
Sure enough, all of them had a tomato like faces. After an infuriating day of school, the four junior high schoolers eventually cornered their prey. Their prey was very cunning throughout the year like long school day. It stayed on the teachers site, while it kept on having that sneering smile plastered on its face, at least that was what their thinking.
Cray ran to the quiet alleyway between the equipment storage building and the abandoned old school dormitory. Some school stuff visits the storage, however after the classes are all over for the day, the building is still as the building next to it. Cray put some distance between him his pursuers, all the while, made sure some signs for them to follow just like leaving breadcrumbs for the chicks not to lose their way. He proceeded on turning the recording feature of his mom's old model phone on and putting it in the far corner of the alleyway.
Not long after, the chicks finally reached their destination. They saw the insect opposite them inside of the dark alleyway, with its back facing the end of the alleyway and seamed cornered.
"Well, well, looks like we finally caught our cornered prey here" said the chubby `braindead` who's wearing an expensive looking wrist watch.
"We've been waiting for this time to come for a long…. Long time, you little sh/t" exclaimed the `braindead` with the masculine build while charging at the little bug in front of him.
Cray grinned seeing the charging moron upon him. he takes a step forward, yet step aside to his left with his left feet, leaving his right one stretch mir second after the large `braindead` connected with his body. The charging highschooler thus got tripped, hitting his face on the wall behind Cray's back moments ago, making him dizzy.
Cray followed his tripping with a launch to the front and landed a punch to one of the three `braindeads` at its guts. The punch's strength was deliberately controlled by Cray, he didn't want the b/stard got knocked back, since it's not the main course for it. He took a step backward, dodging a punch from his right. The other `braindead` propelled himself forward from the momentum of his punch, falling on his abdomen 3 m onwards.
The still crouching `braindead` looked up after he clutching his still aching abdomen. There he saw a kick heading to his chest, flinging him backwards after the kick landed. Cray who dodged yet another offence from his fellow classmates earlier, did 180 degrees turn and launched a back kick to the b/stard who he just punched. he performed a dropkick to the still turning fallen `braindead`, also flinging him backwards. Yet for this even pitier b/stard, a wall stopped his air bourn. Knocking him out cold from the impact.
The large `braindead` who still shaking his head from the crash, felt a pulling motion from the back of his head. He got swung around slowly due to his imbalanced stance; he unwillingly followed the couple of unstable walking backward in circles. Before, he felt the pulling motion transformed into a downward slamming and his vision went black.
All of Cray's retaliations were purposefully and carefully toned down in its strength. He only wanted to let these `braindeads` not to mess with him anymore. He didn't want to get himself jailed on accusation of man slotter and also placing his mom in danger.
"it seems that we finally caught our insect indeed, but there were some mistakes here, you forgot to put an s behind the word `insect` and also, we've been waiting for this long-awaited time for far, far too long" corrected Cray to the chubby`s wrong statements while walking towards his mom's old phone.
"I assume we now can see eye to eye better right? Owh yea, I almost forgot," Cray leaned his face closer to the chubby`s after walking towards him.
He showed the recording and paused it on the scene where the large `braindead` charged toward Cray.
"Ah, would you see that? It appears that pitiful cornered guy just protecting himself yea? I wonder if someone reported this… let's say unpleasant tragedy to the teacher, will the cornered guy called as the initiator or the victim? I hope the remaining cells in your nearly dead brain still can deduce it" Remarked Cray with a wondering tone and patted the still shivering chubby`s shoulder.
Cray then walked home with a satisfied grin on his face.