Here he was, standing in front of a woman that broke into his body, stole his mind and fought his heart and left. He was truly mesmerised by her appearance. Of course, like any normal boy, he hid these thoughts, after all, he doesn't want to fall in love with a clearly older woman.
'I'm not that old.' said Miss. Crimson shocking Albecht.
'Stop doing that, reading my mind I mean.'
'Did I hit bulls eye again? Sweet.'
Albecht looked at her and let out a deep sigh. It seems he is going to have his hands full with this teacher.
'Anyway I'd like to apply for your combat theory lessons.'
With that said, Miss. Crimson started to make a 'Hm…' sound while looking at Albecht inside out. This made Albecht feel embarrassed and he started to blush a little on his pale cheeks, yet he still tried to uphold a nonchalant appearance, Not because I am trying to appeal to her though. He tried to convince himself.
Finally, after what Albecht believed hours of inspection had passed, Miss. Crimson stopped inspecting him, straightened her back and coughed with her right hand in front of her mouth, then let out the words that Albecht didn't want to hear.
'I would like to have you as my student, I mean you're a pretty entertaining person to tease and make fun of, but your body doesn't look like it can uphold my standards.'
'What? You are rejecting me? The Genius of GPA 30?'
'I mean…. Its not even an official PA… But I will give it to you, you are a genius. I mean all the general lessons teachers keep talking about your exceptional ability to learn but are very sad that a lazy person like you has that trait.'
'Uh…. Thank you?'
'You're welcome'
There was a slight pause and then Albecht shouted.
'Now wait a damn minute, just because GPA 30 isn't official doesn't mean I'm not qualified enough to be called its genius, and also how do you know that I wont take the class seriously.'
'Fair point. Give me a few seconds.'
With that, Miss. Crimson wrapped her left arm around the bottom of her wrist and connected her hand to the right inside of the elbow, and sprung up her right forearm to allow her hand to be paced in such a position on her face, that she resembled the thinker. This act almost made Albecht loose his composure and break his nonchalant character, which he didn't want. Its not like I want to appeal to her. Albecht tried to convince himself yet again.
After the silence became very heavy and awkward, a slow and ominous grin started to crawl up her face. Her eyes seemed to contract in such a way that it made her look sinister, as if she was plotting world domination. As if, right? Now Albecht was worried deeply about the outcome of her thinking process. Is she going to make me kill? Do her work for free? Become her slave?! His last thought hit him deeper than others, well its a given, he has always lived his childhood for as long as he can remember running from slave collectors, and in unofficial areas they populate with high numbers. All of that just to be caught by this crazy good looking lady that is most definitely going to annoy him to death. This thought process made him flinch and finally react, he slid his right hand back as if reaching for something, only to realise his dagger wasn't there, the school never allowed it to him during lesson hours and he had to give it in the morning and collect it after school. This dagger has served him well for the past few years, working as a good bluff that he has mastered the use of said dagger.
Whilst all this chaos was happening inside of Albecht's brain, Miss. Crimson said-
'You have to defeat all of Rockard's students within a week, and I shall watch you during each of your lessons'
At that moment, he felt relief, his heart that made blood flow at the speed of light inside his body seemed to calm down, his body reacted and made him sweat on his upper back profusely, some even rained down his forehead. He gently moved back to his previous standing position and said relieved- 'Ok, I happily agree'. This seemed to intrigue Miss. Crimson who let out an 'oh~'.
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A few hours later, as Albecht was sitting in the PBV he was cursing himself that even Satan would feel sad for him. Are you some damned idiot? Genius my ass bro, what the hell was you thinking? The whole class, 35 students of 3 years of learning and experience? Some of them even have predicted Athers, but not that it matters too much anyway. They are beyond the average age of Ather trials, but still. AHHH what the hell is wrong with my stupid pride. I might as well be part of the 7 deadly sins. God, if you exist please help me in this situation. And of course, while he was thinking all this, he was looking to his left out the window as if nothing had happened and it was some boring normal day.
As he started to settle down, he started to become more aware of his surroundings. There were 5 total passengers, him, 2 young girls, one old lady, and 1 other dude. The young girls seemed to be both coming from the Red District of GPA 15, on the opposite end to where his school was located, but still within the same GPA. They had thick make up on, one could've called them plastic dolls and they wouldn't be far off. Now a normal human would assume that they were involved in prostitution, but a more observing person would tell that these young women had gone there for the first time in their live, they were sitting in a very rigid manner and looked very weary of Albecht and the other guy. They still had intact make up and hair, which suggests they weren't used and that they valued themselves. Another fact Albecht picked up on is that their clothes also looked intact.
Damn it there is definitely something wrong with me. Why do I always do this wherever I am, these damn living conditions have made me too weary man… oh well.
After acknowledging his cautiousness he continued observing the surroundings.
The man looked 30 and had a huge frame with a bald head, he had a large scar that looked like an 'X' on the right side of his head. He had a huge nose and no trace of a beard but the most well defined moustache, Albecht decided to call him Rockard 2.0. He was wearing a tank top, most likely to show off his physique, and it sure was impressive. His arm and back muscles were very well defined, his legs seemed a bit behind, but nonetheless impressive. Although his intimidating nature, he was looking at the car the granny was holding with the most serious face Albecht has ever seen. He looked ready to snatch that cage and run with it, but it seemed that he decided to ask the granny in the most gentlemanly polite way possible if he could pet the cat and maybe play with it.
The old granny became ecstatic. Her eyes lightened up with joy and she whole heartedly agreed. Both the granny that looked around 70 and Rockard 2.0 were looking at the cat, which Albecht noticed on its collar to be called Mr. Whiskers, with a satisfied look on their face.
Soon, after Rockard 2.0 had to lave, he came…
The guy infamous for his criminal record of abuse, and not only domestic abuse, but also abuse of children, animals, women, even men. No one was safe in front of him.
No one is safe in front of Grave Maker.