*When the last image you have of yourself is facing a huge sea dragon in the middle of the ocean, the one where, after that confrontation, you turn into a stone statue and evaporate into the air, you also don't imagine yourself walking through the halls of your school two weeks later.*
-Oof, all these eyes. All these stares. *Gizon commented*. They're all fixed on you.
-Whose fault is it again? *Young Ezio grumbled*.
*Indeed, young Ezio was back at school after a two-week absence for unknown reasons. No one knew that just before, he had battled demons across the entire country and more or less saved the nation. Ezio Cohen, a student in a second-rate school in the capital of Zenith, Phenicia, and also a member of the drama club.*
-Damn, it's strange. Do you think they can tell I'm nervous?
-You've got great energy. Puff out your chest and lift your head. You're an entertainer, right?
-Aspiring actor, please.
-Yes, Troubadour, jester, your name changes every century.
*However, Ezio's biggest secret was not just that he suddenly awakened and became a Psyker; rather, he had within him the spirit and powers of the most powerful Psyker in history, Gizon flammen wings.*
-YO.
*Ezio jumped and turned, but he calmed down when he saw a familiar face.*
-Mac... You bastard, you almost gave me a heart attack.
*It was his young and one of his few friends in school, Makoto Segura, always in disheveled uniform with a hooded hoodie.*
-You're too young for a stroke. Moreover...
*Mac looked at him attentively and finally noticed what everyone had noticed since that morning. Ezio had definitely grown at least 15 cm taller. Makoto touched his biceps and even caressed his chest, taking him by surprise.*
-Hey, what's wrong with you? *Ezio shouted, embarrassed*.
*He grabbed him by the hand in front of everyone in the middle of the hallway, then pulled him into an empty classroom and made him sit before staring at him seriously.*
-Tell me everything. I know you're hiding something.
-Me hiding something? You kidding? *he said with a nervous laugh*.
-You know, I'm your friend; you can tell me anything.
-Don't tell him anything, or I'll burn down the entire block on 3 hectares. *Gizon threatened*.
*Ezio swallowed, not knowing exactly how to respond, especially with his best friend's accusing gaze on him.*
-I'm fine, I assure you.
-Who supplied you? *Makoto interrupted*.
-Supplied me? What?
-My eyes don't deceive me. Ezio... My friend. *He said in a serious tone*. I know you're doping.
*Ezio's eyes widened in surprise, while Gizon stared at him puzzled, but Makoto remained serious.*
-You grew a head in two weeks, and your body is as muscular as if you trained every day; it's definitely unnatural. Tell me who's the jerk who forced you to take substances, and I'll take care of him.
*He received a massive slap in the face that sent him to the ground. He immediately got up screaming in pain.*
-Damn, that hurts like crazy. Why does it hurt so much? *he thought out loud*.
-You deserved that, idiot. *Ezio growled, annoyed*.
-I'm trying to help you. Tell me who did this so I can settle the score.
-We're not in elementary school, idiot. *he said, knocking him out with another punch*.
-You have permission to incinerate him.*Gizon said uninterested*.
-He's one of the few humans I get along with, so let it slide.
*After an exchange of blows between the two friends and some reprimands, they finally reconciled and returned to class. Makoto was in second grade, already an average student, but with what had just happened, he could barely focus and fidgeted in his chair, looking out the window. The young teenager was reminiscing about what his friend had told him.*
-Mr. Seguro. *said the old lady who served as his teacher*. You'll do me the favor of...
-Sorry, sorry. *he said, straightening up*.
*At the same time, in Ezio's class, who was in twelfth grade.*
-It looks like Ezio still hasn't come...
-Ahem, sir...
*He was taller but had curly hair, although he radiated a completely different aura, and the irises in his eyes were a flame orange.*
-Yes, young man, you're new to this class...
-It's me. Sir, it's me. Ezio, you know?
*All the students in the class exclaimed.*
-WHATTTT.
-Wait... They've been staring at you like that since this morning without even knowing who you are? *Gizon wondered*. What do you usually look like?
*Ezio sighed and put his hand on his face.*
-You possessed my body, remember?
-Yes, vaguely one night; I can barely remember your face. *he said, laughing*.
-Damn, can't wait for the automaton to be ready.
*After class, Ezio and Mac met in the backyard to eat a bit while watching the football team practice.*
-Yo. E.Z.
-Yo. *he replied, sullen*.
-Come on, cheer up. *he said, throwing his bento at him*. I just literally ascended death to get this lunch tray, so don't wear that frown.
*He sat down next to him and opened a can of beer.*
-If your parents saw you, they'd kill you. *Ezio said*.
-If my parents knew what their dear child was doing outside of school hours, I'd be disowned for sure. After all, who wants an old textile factory? *he said, drinking a sip*.
-Your school fees and your eccentric lifestyle are paid by that ol factory.
-Who cares ? I want to live a good life, become rich and famous. You want to be an actor, and I want to be a hunter. Eliminate monsters, appear on TV, that kind of thing.
-Finally, I should have possessed him. *Gizon said*.
-Shut up. *Ezio said aloud*.
-Huh, what? *Mac asked, annoyed*.
-You're too young to drink alcohol.
-I can handle it perfectly.
*Ezio knew, Makoto could handle alcohol perfectly, but he also had a tendency to consume quite harmful substances like nicotine. In fact, these two were like day and night; while in his school, Mac was known as just a little thug, in other establishments, he was literally the man to kill. However, he limited vices in Ezio's presence.*
-Can I smoke one? *Makoto asked, taking out his pack of cigarettes*.
-Yes, but only after class.
*One could even say that Makoto had softened in contact with Ezio and was trying hard to fit in.*
-By the way, how did it go with Miss Transfer Student?
*Ezio almost choked hearing about her and swallowed his half-finished meal the wrong way.*
-If I remember correctly, you were about to settle score, right? *he asked with a big smile*. So did you blow your stuff?
-Oh, if only you knew shit.
-Ohey Come on Tell me
*Just as he was about to reply, a football flew across the sky and hit MAC squarely in the head.*
-Hey, bring the ball back.
*E.Z and MAC exchanged a look as the latter boiled with internal rage. Mac went to retrieve the ball, while Ezio neatly packed away his half-eaten bento.*
-Hey guys?
*MAC took the ball, smiled at them, then turned and kicked the ball towards the buildings, breaking a window.*
-What... What the hell, you idiot! I'm sorry for your face, but you should have brought the ball back.
*It turned out that the broken window was that of the educator, Mr. Lamor, who, furiously, jumped out of his office drawing his belt like a saber, jumping straight from the third floor.*
-Oh, it's going to be bad. *The old man said*.
*The enraged educator landed right in front of Ezio and Mac, who just pointed towards the football team.*
-It wasn't us, Mr. Lamor, we swear on...
-You're dead.
*E.Z and Mac walked away from the crime scene to enjoy the show from the comfort of their respective classrooms.*
-In truth, you're as mischievous as demons. *Gizon said*.
*As he watched from afar the football team getting the beating of their lives, he finished what was left of his meal.*
-Oh, Mr. Lamor is not holding back. *A voice said behind him*.
*He turned around and saw a young guy, or at least he thought so. It was a young girl with red hair, a tomboy with a peculiar style—she wore a red vest and blue pants like the boys, along with sneakers. Ezio stared at her for a long moment before realizing who he was dealing with.*
-I know you; you're the girl from the history club.
*She raised an eyebrow.*
-Do we know each other?
-Oh, yes, it's true that I don't look the same anymore.
-Wait *she said, pretending to recognize him*. Aren't you the slightly Otaku senpai who literally fantasizes about the crimson Lord?
*Ezio got excited, trying to make her speak softly, but she leaned towards him and whispered in his ear.*
-Don't worry; I'm a hardcore fan too. If you want, we can discuss it later after class.
-Oh... *Ezio was surprised*.
*She walked away, winking at him, while he blinked several times to grasp the information. Had he just found someone who shared the same passion as him? Unlikely, but he wanted to make sure.*
-I admit it *start Gizon*. I asked to have a statue of me after my death, but a cult ? You guys are scary.
-You shouldn't have become so legendary, then. *Ezio sulked*. At least the Gawains promised to leave me alone.
-Yeah, especially that fake brunette, I forgot her name...
-Stacy...
-Yeah, whatever. She dared to wake me up from my century-old nap...
-And she played with my poor teenage heart.
-I didn't ask her to.
-Me neither. *Ezio said*. But she has sexy legs.
-Yes... no. *Gizon said*.
-And a big chest. *He added*.
-Stay focused, kid.
-I look beyond horizons.
-Remember, she tried to kill you?
-Oh... yeah, you're right. To hell with her. (She still got nice legs).
*The class was about to resume when the teacher took another break to introduce a new transferred student. Ezio didn't pay attention at first, but he was forced to when his gaze landed on her. Stacy Gawain was back.*
-Nice to meet you; I apologize for hiding my true identity. My real name is Gawain. Stacy Gawain. Nice to meet you. *She said with a smile*.
-Ga... Gawain as in Secretary Gawain?
-Isn't she from the hero's family?
-Ah, lucky.
*At that moment, an internal explosion occurred inside Ezio as she looked in his direction with a smile. The two souls screamed in unison.*
-What the hell are you doing here, you BITC... *End of the chapter*.