**Chapter 6: Kyouta's First Fight**
The classroom was a scene of utter chaos. Wooden tables and chairs lay scattered across the floor, their once orderly arrangement now a jumbled mess. The air was thick with tension, a strange, almost palpable silence that hung over the room like a storm cloud. Every pair of eyes was fixed on the unfolding drama, their gazes a mixture of awe, fear, and excitement. It was as if time itself had paused to witness the extraordinary events taking place.
At the center of this turmoil was Hayter, the undisputed strongest student in Saikono Middle School. His muscular frame, usually a symbol of invincibility, now looked vulnerable as he struggled to rise from the floor. His hand pressed against the wall for support, his knuckles white from the effort. His sharp, angular features, usually twisted in a confident smirk, were now contorted with pain and disbelief. His piercing blue eyes, once filled with arrogance, now darted around the room, taking in the shocked faces of his classmates.
Hayter's gaze swept across the room, landing on the students who had always looked up to him with a mix of fear and admiration. Even his closest friends—the three strongest students in the school after him—were staring at him with wide eyes, their expressions a blend of astonishment and unease. The hierarchy that had once seemed unshakable was now teetering on the edge of collapse.
Finally, Hayter's eyes settled on the source of his humiliation: Kyouta. The boy stood a few feet away, his brown hair slightly disheveled, his plain features now etched with a quiet intensity. Kyouta was examining his right hand, the hand that had delivered the punch that sent Hayter flying. He turned it over, flexing his fingers as if seeing it for the first time. There was a strange curiosity in his gaze, as though he were discovering something new about himself.
The silence was broken by the murmurs of the students, their voices rising in a cacophony of disbelief and speculation.
"Am I imagining things, or is what I'm seeing real?"
"Did Hayter... the invincible Hayter... just get punched in the face right in front of us?"
"This is the first time I've seen Hayter get beaten. Didn't that boy say he doesn't have any ability?"
"You're right, he said he didn't have any ability, but how could he move that fast and punch that hard?"
"All these questions are not important now, guys. The real question is, has Hayter been defeated?!"
The last comment, spoken loudly enough for everyone to hear, seemed to snap Hayter out of his daze. His face flushed with anger, his jaw tightening as he gritted his teeth. The shock and fear that had momentarily clouded his features were replaced by a burning rage. His eyes, now blazing with fury, locked onto Kyouta.
"What kind of joke is this?" Hayter snarled, his voice low and dangerous. "I thought you said you were helpless... So you lied. I'll show you what happens when you fool me!!"
An orange aura erupted around Hayter, crackling with energy. The wooden floor beneath him splintered under the pressure, and with a sudden burst of speed, he launched himself at Kyouta. Just as before, he stopped short of making physical contact, instead punching the air in front of Kyouta with a force that sent a shockwave rippling through the room.
Kyouta, still perceiving the world in slow motion, raised his arms in an X-shape to shield his face. He braced himself for the impact, his mind racing. *'It's the same move he made before,'* he thought. *'Meaning something resembling an impact will now hit my face. It's okay, I'll be fine this time. Probably...'*
The shockwave hit with the force of a hurricane, slamming into Kyouta's upper body. Despite his defensive stance, the sheer power of the attack sent him flying backward. His body crashed into the blackboard, the impact causing it to crack and splinter before finally shattering into pieces.
The classroom erupted into gasps and shouts as the students watched in horror. Hayter, not giving Kyouta a moment to recover, leaped forward and placed his right palm against Kyouta's stomach. The air around his hand shimmered with energy as he unleashed his next attack.
**[Ultra Wind Impact!]**
The force of the blow was devastating. The blackboard, already weakened, crumbled completely, and the shockwave traveled through the wall behind it, leaving a web of cracks in its wake. Kyouta's body absorbed the brunt of the attack, his eyes rolling back as he teetered on the edge of consciousness. A pained groan escaped his lips, the sound barely audible over the chaos.
Hayter leaned in, his face inches from Kyouta's, his voice calm but laced with menace. "Did you really think you are going to__"
Before he could finish, Kyouta's eyes snapped back into focus. In a blur of motion, he swung his right foot upward, the heel of his shoe connecting with Hayter's chin with a resounding *Bash!!!*
The force of the kick lifted Hayter off his feet, sending him soaring upward until his head brushed against the ceiling. For a brief moment, he hung in the air, suspended like a puppet whose strings had been cut. Then, with a heavy thud, he crashed to the floor, his body limp and unmoving.
The room fell into stunned silence. The students, their faces pale with shock, could only stare at the scene before them. Even the students from neighboring classes, drawn by the noise, crowded at the doorway, their whispers growing louder like the patter of rain.
The teacher arrived moments later, pushing through the crowd to find his classroom in disarray. His eyes widened as he took in the sight: the broken furniture, the shattered blackboard, and Hayter lying unconscious on the floor. His gaze shifted to Kyouta, who stood amidst the wreckage, his clothes torn and his hand pressed to his stomach.
For a moment, the teacher was at a loss for words. His mind seemed to short-circuit, unable to process the scene before him. Finally, he pulled out his phone and dialed the principal, his voice trembling as he spoke. "Principal, I think you should see for yourself what happened in my absence..."
The situation escalated quickly. The school guards, the principal, and several teachers arrived, their faces grim as they surveyed the damage. The atmosphere shifted from one of childish bullying to something far more serious. The time for games was over.
Kyouta, still reeling from the fight, placed a hand on his stomach and stared at the cracked wall. His mind raced, trying to make sense of what had just happened. *'I'm not dreaming... My body was able to handle that huge shock...'*
The realization dawned on him slowly, like the first rays of sunlight breaking through a stormy sky. Something had changed within him, something powerful and unknown. And as he stood there, surrounded by the wreckage of the classroom, he knew that his life would never be the same again.
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