Ivan began rolling up his school sleeves, his flames roared to life, blazing fiercely from both hands, casting an ominous glow.
He took on a slow walk towards Mamura, each one more threatening than the last.
His hands hands flickering with flames, the heat searing the air as he prepared to unleash hell upon Mamura
"Fine," Ivan spat, his voice low and venomous
"You want to act tough? Let's see how tough you really are"
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Mamura stood up from the floor as he wiped the escaping blood from is lips. His heart pounded like a war drum, each beat echoing the fear clawing at his chest. 'What the hell was I even thinking?, i just signed for a death wish'
"I-I won't let you—" Mamura stammered, but before he could finish his sentence, Ivan moved with a speed that defied human limits. In an instant, Ivan's blazing fist crashed into Mamura's stomach, silencing him completely.
The blow was devastating—like being struck by a sledgehammer wrapped in fire.
Mamura's eyes widened in shock and his breath was ripped from his lungs. As blood exploded from his mouth.
The impact sent him hurtling through the air like a ball, as is body crashed into a nearby tree with a sickening crack.
He crumpled to the ground grasping for air as the pain coursed through him like a wildfire
"Is this guy serious? Standing up like he's some kind of hero?" one student sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "Doesn't he know he's just an E-rank loser?"
"Wait are you serious, an E-rank." The crowd burst into laughter.
"Yeah the crazy part is he's never even awakened a talent! Imagine being 18 and still talentless. Pathetic doesn't even begin to describe him."
"Huh, An E-rank plus talentless."
The crowd erupted in an insane laughter
"Even if he tried a thousand times, he's still going to fail," a girl jeered with a cruel laugh. "Some people are just born to be useless trash."
As Mamura's spirit shattered under the weight of their words, the students' taunts became even more venomous, their eyes alight with cruel glee.
"Crush him, Lord Ivan!" one student yelled with a twisted grin making the other students to follow is lead.
"Show this peasant where he belongs,"
"He's not even fit to breathe the same air as us!" another shouted.
"Teach him a lesson!"
"Crush him, Lord Ivan!" a pretty girl shrieked, her voice filled with wicked excitement.
The crowd's chants grew louder and more brutal, their voices merging into a monstrous roar of approval for Ivan.
They didn't just want to see Mamura defeated—they wanted him utterly destroyed, reduced to nothing but a broken shell.
Ivan flames flared brighter as the tension became thick in the air. The insults and mocking from the crowd were like fuel intensifying his resolve.
Every step he took heightening Mamura's heartbeat.
Ivan's voice boomed through the air, laced with venom as his flames crackled like a vengeful beast. "Rise and fight though guy."
"I said rise and fight!" he roared now, his eyes burning with sadistic satisfaction.
Mamura struggled to push himself up, but his legs felt like lead, trembling beneath his weight as he fell back down.
Before he could even steady himself, Ivan's boot slammed down on his chest, crushing the air out of him.
"Pathetic!" Ivan spat, his heel grinding into Mamura's ribs. "Is this all you've got? You're nothing but a piece of thrash!"
Mamura gasped, desperately trying to breathe, but all that escaped his lips were pitiful wheezes as tears welled up in his eyes.
The searing pain shot through his body, as Ivan began stomping on his ribs sending another wave of agony rippling through his broken body.
All he could do was curl up in a helpless ball, shielding his head as Ivan continued to rain down kicks.
The crowd's laughter grew even louder, feeding off Mamura's suffering like vultures circling a dying prey.
"Look at him squirm like a rat!" one student cackled, her voice full of scorn.
"Is this really all you've got, loser?" another taunted, grinning as Mamura's cries filled the air.
Ivan paused for a moment, letting the tension hang. He leaned down, gripping Mamura's hair and yanking his head so their eyes will meet.
"You're are not even worth dirtying my hands over." he hissed "You should have stayed on the ground like a piece of thrash."
Mamura's vision blurred his body shaking uncontrollably from fear. All he could do was choke on sobs as Ivan threw him back on the ground leaving.
Ivan's henchmen exchanged glances, some clearly disappointed as Ivan began to turn away from Mamura.
"Wait, are we leaving already? Is the fun over?" one of the followers grumbled, his eyes wide with disbelief.
Ivan stopped and slowly turned to face him, his gaze icy and full of contempt. "He's not even worth finishing off," Ivan sneered. "The pathetic worm knows his place now. No point in wasting our time."
But one of the others, eyes narrowing with cruel curiosity, chimed in with a twisted grin.
"Why don't we take off that stupid mask he's wearing? I've always wondered what a loser's face looks like when it's drenched in tears."
The group immediately turned their attention back to Mamura, who was trembling on the ground, clutching his mask in desperation. He could hear every word they said, his heart racing with fear as their voice grew louder.
"Didn't you hear the rumor?" another one interjected, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
"They say he's cursed anyone who dares to remove his mask will die from an instant heart attack." The group fell silent, exchanging uneasy glances as their bravado faltered. Even the thought of a deadly curse made them hesitate.
But Ivan's smile only grew wider, his eyes glinting with sadistic delight. "Is that so?" he drawled, his voice laced with dark amusement. His disciples startled, recognizing the sinister intent behind his smile.
"Please, Lord Ivan, don't...don't tell me you're going to remove that mask," one of them stuttered, eyes wide with shock.
Ivan's smile grew even wider. "Yes, I will," he whispered, his eyes glinting with excitement.
The disciple's body trembled as fear gripped his heart. He knew Ivan was capable of reckless bravery, but this was beyond insanity. "B-but, Lord Ivan, you'll die if you just touch it! And it will be useless, since you won't see his face."
Ivan's response sent chills down their spines. "Well, I've always wondered what it feels like to stare death in the face." With that, he began advancing toward Mamura again. "Let's see if those rumors are true, or if you just made it up Mamura. I'd love to test it out myself."
Is Enough-!!!!!!!! (A voice echoed)