Chapter 7: A Young Master Should Have A Subordinate
Ignoring the junior, Keith focused his attention on the three seniors as he responded to their threat.
"Why should I?"
Yeah, why should Keith, who has the elite-grade <Street Fighting> skill, listen to mere school bullies?
While Keith didn't put the threat of the three seniors into his eyes, the three seniors also didn't care about Keith's arrogance and indifference.
After all, they had already expected Keith's arrogant reply. They were well aware that a handsome man like Keith wouldn't care about those inferior to him such as them.
Although they didn't care about Keith's arrogant reply, the three seniors still counterattacked Keith's reply.
"You should. Or else you will know why the pen is mightier than the sword." (Senior 1)
"Unlike a sword which can't be brought to school, our pen is customized to be sharper than a sword." (Senior 2)
"My pen can pierce your flesh, hereby I have sworn!" (Senior 3)
After saying those words, the three seniors took out their swords. Or in their case, a pen customized to be as sharp as a sword.
Removing their pen's cap, it revealed a steel stylus that without a doubt, could write words that were as sharp as a sword.
"Our words are as sharp as a sword. Our pen embodies the-"
Before Senior 1 could finish his words, he was launched backward with a noticeable footmark indention on his face.
In just one kick, Senior 1 immediately lost consciousness.
And the assailant was none other than Keith, who couldn't stand their theatrical drama.
"What a coward! I spoke, as I plunge my sword forward!"
Senior 2 spoke with surprise but he immediately reacted by attacking Keith. Thrusting his pen toward Keith, Senior 2 let out a smirk as if he already won the battle.
'What an idiot! Did he dare to say his attack to his opponent? Are the students in the art department weirdos like them?'
Keith thought as he grabbed the wrist of Senior 2, preventing Senior 2 from further thrusting the pen towards his chest.
Taking advantage of Senior 2's shock, Keith responded with a right uppercut using his free hand.
When Keith's fist collided with Senior 2's chin, Senior 2 flew upwards before descending on the floor with Senior 2's eyes rolling backward before falling unconscious.
Seeing that Senior 2 joined with what Senior 1 was currently suffering with, Keith shifted his attention toward Senior 3.
"Like a dart, I threw my pen. If only the projectile could be multiplied by ten!"
With his usual dramatic tone, Senior 3 threw his pen toward Keith.
The latter evaded the pen by tilting his body sideways.
Witnessing that his projectile attack was easily evaded by his opponent, a feeling of evident fear rose within Senior 3's heart.
"Avast! I was bested! Let bygones be bygones, forgive my past transgression!"
Despite the sudden plea of surrender from Senior 3, Keith responded to Senior 3's plea with a kick to Senior 3's stomach.
Senior 3 clutched his stomach in pain. Keith's kick dealt quite the damage to Senior 3 but it wasn't enough to make him faint.
Keith was (not) a benevolent person. He valued friendship and because of that, he would allow Senior 3 to accompany Senior 2 and Senior 1 into experiencing the sufferings together!
Before Senior 3 could react, he felt a blunt force on his nape which caused him to faint.
Keith was surprised since it wasn't him who did that but the junior who was previously bullied.
When Keith had kicked Senior 3 before, Senior 3 landed near the junior and because of that, the junior took advantage and sneak attacked Senior 3 with a hand chop on Senior 3's nape.
And since Senior 3's attention was focused on Keith, the junior's sneak attack was successful.
"Thank you, fellow classmate!"
With slight difficulty, the junior stood up and performed a bow to Keith, while thanking Keith for what he had done.
"Classmate? Are you also from the basketball department?"
Keith asked in confusion as he didn't mind the words of thanks from his bullied classmate.
After noticing Keith's confusion, the junior introduced himself.
"Yes, I am from the basketball department. I am Dell Kline, you can call me Dell. Once again, thank you for helping me deal with the Three Musketeers!"
Dell spoke enthusiastically as he informed Keith about the identity and status of the three seniors that Keith had defeated.
'Those three drama kings were infamous in this school? I hope I don't have to meet a lot of weirdos in this school.'
'But then again, even the school belle is a weirdo. So I guess this school is teeming with weirdos. Being a weirdo here must already be the norm.'
Keith pondered as his view towards the school was leaning towards 'beyond saving'.
If it weren't for Lynn as well as his poverty status, Keith was tempted to transfer to another school.
"Dell, do you want to be my subordinate?"
Keith offered to Dell an opportunity to become his subordinate.
After all, a young master should have a subordinate!
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