A Peaceful Academy Life? Yeah, Right.
I had one goal for today.
✔ Lay low.
✔ Avoid attention.
✔ Survive school without causing problems.
Simple, right?
Well, turns out rich noble aholes don't care about my plans.
Because the moment I stepped into the training hall—
Some prick in fancy gold-trimmed armor was already walking toward me with a smirk.
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Enter the Walking Pile of Entitlement
The noble brat stopped right in front of me, blocking my way.
Tall. Blonde. Expensive-looking sword at his waist. The type of guy who'd call commoners "filthy peasants" without irony.
"You." His voice oozed arrogance. "I don't recognize you. Who's your family?"
I blinked. "None of your f*cking business."
Gasps. A few students nearby stopped to watch.
The noble brat's smirk twitched.
"Do you know who I am?"
I sighed. "No. And I don't care."
His face twisted in rage. "You dare speak to me like that? I am Damian Arclight, heir to House Arclight!"
I shrugged. "Cool. Still don't care."
More gasps.
Somewhere in the background, I heard a girl whisper, "Oh no, he's f*cked."
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The Duel Challenge – Because Of Course
Damian's eye twitched. "I challenge you to a duel!"
I groaned. "Of f*cking course you do."
Because that's how these noble idiots settle everything.
✔ Someone insults you? Duel.
✔ Someone breathes wrong? Duel.
✔ Someone doesn't worship your daddy's family name? Duel.
I rubbed my temples. "Look, man, I just got here. I don't have time for—"
"Or are you a coward?" He smirked again.
Ah. The classic 'You Won't' technique.
I sighed. "Fine. Whatever. Let's get this over with."
The crowd cheered.
I internally screamed.
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The Fight – Rich Boy vs. Runaway Villain
We stepped into the training arena, facing off.
Damian smirked, drawing his weapon. "I'll make this quick. Try not to embarrass yourself."
I rolled my shoulders. "Yeah, yeah. Bring it, golden boy."
A bell rang.
Damian lunged forward.
And immediately, I realized—
Oh sh*t, he's actually fast.
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My Lack of Formal Training is a Problem
Damian's attacks were precise.
✔ Perfect footwork.
✔ Well-practiced strikes.
✔ Actually knew how to fight.
Me?
✔ Relied on instincts.
✔ No technique, just vibes.
✔ Fought like a f*cking street brawler.
Which meant I was dodging by pure reflex.
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Rich Boy Gets Cocky – My Opportunity
After a few exchanges, Damian sneered.
"Hah! Is dodging all you can do? Pathetic."
He swung at me again.
And this time—I didn't dodge.
I sidestepped, moved in close, and punched him straight in the face.
CRACK.
The arena went silent.
Damian stumbled back, clutching his nose. "Wha— YOU BASTARD!"
I grinned. "What? I never said I'd fight fair."
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Finishing the Fight – Using My New Ability
Damian roared and rushed at me again.
But now?
✔ I'd seen his movements.
✔ I'd memorized his rhythm.
✔ And thanks to my Beast Instincts skill—I could predict his next move.
He swung—I ducked.
He adjusted—I moved first.
And the moment I saw an opening—
I kicked his legs out from under him and slammed him into the ground.
Hard.
The arena erupted in chaos.
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Victory, But Now I'm F*cked
Damian groaned beneath me, completely humiliated.
I stood up, dusting myself off.
"Thanks for the warm-up, golden boy."
A few students laughed. Some looked horrified.
And Seria?
She was watching me very closely.
I sighed.
So much for laying low.
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To Be Continued…