Capítulo 1: Oh, die.
I have just gotten back home after a rough day of being beaten up by the townspeople because I failed to say "Thank You". I have some scars and bruises, but no serious injuries. My family and servants are waiting for me, my brother, who looks satisfied and my father, who looks angry and disappointed.
I am currently in my room, bruised and battered. The sound of voices coming from the hallway can be heard, it seems like my family is arguing about something. Suddenly, my older brother comes in and looks at me with a mocking smile.
"Look who's back. Got beat up again? Pathetic."
My brother scoffs and crosses his arms. "You never learn, do you? You can't even say 'Thank You' without messing up. And yet, you still think you can be something with your useless self?"
"AAAAAAAUUUUUGHHH!!!! MY GOD!!!!" I suddenly scream.
My brother jumps back in surprise and then smirks once again. "What's the matter? Can't handle the truth? You're weak, a useless piece of garbage."
He looks out the door then back at me. "And to think, Father actually thinks you're going to amount to anything. It's a joke."
He leans in closer, a smirk on his face. "Face it, you're nothing but a useless failure. Just give up."
I'm tired of his bullshit, so I ready up a new technique of mine "orange clash."
My brother's eyes widen as my punch connects with his face. He staggers back, knocked out of balance. He slowly puts a hand to his jaw, which now has a bruise forming on it.
"You... You actually hit me...!"
My brother's face contorts with rage as he glares at me. "You're going to pay for that, you useless piece of trash!"
He lunges at me, his hands clenched into fists.
He looks at me with a mix of shock and anger, clearly not expecting me to fight back.
"Take this!" I say, as I ready up a another orange clash.
My brother wasn't ready for the second Orange Clash. The force of the punch sends him sprawling across the room, hitting the wall with a loud thump.
He struggles to stand up, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "You... You bastard..."
My brother glares at me, his face twisting with anger and humiliation. "You... you worthless maggot! How dare you hit me...! You'll pay for this!"
He lunges forward, his fists clenched once again. But this time, he's slower and more careful, clearly wary of another attack.
"Nah." I say, as I ready to jump out the window.
My brother was so focused on attacking me that he didn't expect me to suddenly jump out the window. He stops in surprise, his eyes wide.
"What the hell...!?"
But it's too late, I've already jumped out the window, making my escape.
"HAHAHA!" I laugh, with joy.
As I escape from the window, I can hear my brother shouting from inside the room, his voice filled with anger and frustration.
"Get back here, you coward! You can't run forever!"
Being in a rush, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going, and I ended up bumping into someone. I stumble back, looking up to see who I've just collided with.
The lady I bumped into looks at me with surprise, her eyes wide. "Oh, ah, it's quite all right."
She looks me up and down, noticing the bruises and scrapes on my face and body. "Are you alright? You look quite roughed up."
"Yeah, I got jumped by the whole town again." I say.
The lady's expression changes to one of concern as she hears my answer. "You got jumped by the whole town? Again? It seems like this isn't the first time it's happened to you."
"Yeah, bitch. That's why I said again." I say, pretty kindly.
The lady looks at me with a mixture of surprise and annoyance at my vulgar language. "Watch your mouth, young man. I understand that you're upset, but there's no need for such foul language."
The lady crosses her arms and looks at me with a serious expression. "You say this isn't the first time you've been jumped by the whole town. How often does this happen? Do you know why they keep targeting you?"
"Maybe twice a hour." I say.
The lady looks shocked at my answer. "Twice an hour? That's absurd! Why do they keep attacking you so frequently?
"Uh...because I forgot to say thank you..." I say.
The lady's expression changes to one of confusion as she hears my answer. "You mean, they attack you every time you forget to say 'Thank you'? That's... that's ridiculous!"
"Okay, I'm leaving." I say, as I begin to leave.
The lady looks at me with a mixture of sympathy and concern. "Wait, you're leaving...?"
She wants to say something else, but I've already started walking away. She watches me go, her expression one of worry and uncertainty.
With that, I leave the lady behind and continue on my way. The town is quiet, the sun is starting to set and the shadows lengthen. I walk alone, my mind filled with thoughts of the day's events.
As I'm walking, I suddenly hear a familiar voice behind me. I turn around to see my brother walking towards me, a scowl on his face.
My brother stops in front of me, his arms crossed and his expression stern. "There you are, you coward."
He looks me up and down, his gaze cold and dismissive. "You think you can just run away and avoid me forever? Think again."
"Actually, I wasn't running." I say.
My brother looks at me skeptically, clearly not believing my words. "Oh really? Then what were you doing? Taking a stroll in the park?"
"No, I was actually walking." I say.
My brother rolls his eyes, clearly not buying into my excuse. "Right, 'walking'. More like trying to escape like the coward I know you are."
"Uh, when?" I say.
My brother scowls, clearly annoyed by my flippant attitude. "Don't get cocky with me, you little brat."
He takes a step closer, his fists clenched at his sides. "I was going to go easy on you, but if you're going to be a smartass, then I'll just have to teach you a lesson right here and now."
"No...no...no... I meant, when did I ask? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!" I say.
My brother's face drops in shock and disbelief as he processes my response. "When... When did you...?"
He's caught off guard by my unexpected comeback, and for a moment, he's speechless. The spectators around us, who were watching the encounter, start laughing and cheer at my response. My brother's face turns red with embarrassment and anger.
"Hold up, vs cuz, or the beatles?" I say.
My brother, still trying to regain his composure, glances at me with a mix of anger and confusion. "What the hell are you talking about? What does 'vs us' or 'The Beatles' have to do with anything?"
"AAAAAAAUUUUUGHHH!!!! MY GOD!!!!" I scream from angry.
The spectators around us continue to cheer and clap at my reaction to my brother's answer. My brother looks even more flustered and embarrassed, his face now a deep shade of crimson.
"It seems you want to fight me, huh? Because you're carrying a sword." I say.
My brother huffs, attempting to regain some of his composure. "Yeah, I brought a sword. What of it? You think you can take me?"
He unsheathes his sword, holding it up to display it in a threatening manner.
"If you wanna fight with a sword, I guess I can match that with my sword - Excalibur." I say, as I suddenly pull the real excalib- nah, it's just a normal sword.
My brother smirks at my reaction, sensing my surprise and disappointment. "Yeah, that's right. You really thought you had Excalibur? How pathetic."
"What?" I say, disappointed.
My brother smirks at my reaction, sensing my surprise and disappointment. "Yeah, that's right. You really thought you had Excalibur? How pathetic."
"But I'm a holy knight." I say.
My brother laughs at my claim, clearly not believing me. "A holy knight? You? Don't make me laugh. You're no holy knight. You're just a weakling pretending to be something you're not."
"You aren't stealing the princess on my watch, you dragon." I suddenly say.
My brother regains his balance and glares at me, his shock turning into anger. "What are you talking about? what princess are you talking about?"
"After all, I'm the strongest knight...no, I mean holy knight." I say.
My brother grunts, clearly not convinced by my claims. "Yeah right. You? The strongest knight? You're delusional, I'll give you that. But strongest? Not in a million years."
"What? Why is this dragon talking?" I say.
My brother looks at me with a mix of confusion and annoyance. "What are you going on about? I'm not a dragon, you idiot. I'm your brother. Don't you recognize me?"
"Like seriously, you can't fool me." I say.
My brother rolls his eyes at my response. "I'm not trying to fool anyone. Damn, you're really delusional. Can you snap out of it already?"
"Sorry but, I have to use excalibur on you." I say.
My brother scoffs, clearly not intimidated. "Go ahead, try it. But you're just using a normal sword, not Excalibur. You can't do anything to me with it."
My brother's eyes widen in surprise as I teleport in front of him and fire a beam in his face. He raises his sword instinctively to defend himself, but the beam is too fast and too powerful, blasting him backwards and sending him flying through the air.
"Is the dragon dead yet...?" I say, as I poke him with the back of my sword.
My brother groans and slowly sits up, his face covered in a mixture of dust and dirt. "I'm not... I'm not dead yet... You barely even scratched me, you fool..."
"Oh, okay." I say.
My brother tries to stand up quickly, but before he can, I suddenly launch a triple beam attack with my sword, hitting him directly in the chest and sending him flying backwards once again. He lands with a heavy thud, his body lying prone on the ground.
There's a moment of silence as I stand over my brother's motionless form, the dust and debris settling around us. I look down at him, a part of me feeling a pang of guilt for having attacked him so fiercely.
Without another word, I turn and walk away, leaving my brother lying on the ground behind me. The spectators who had been watching the fight begin to buzz with whispers and chatter, commenting on the unexpected outcome.
As I walk away from the scene, my mind starts racing with thoughts and emotions. I can't believe I just attacked my own brother so fiercely, and for what reason? Just because of some delusion I had about being a holy knight.
As I continue walking, I find myself trying to convince myself that I'm not feeling guilty about attacking my brother. I tell myself that he deserved it, that he was asking for it, but deep down I know that I'm just trying to rationalize my actions.
As I walk, I realize that I've been out so long that I've skipped school. I start to feel a pang of worry, knowing that I'll likely get in trouble for missing class.
I take out my flip phone and unlock it, scrolling through my contacts until I find the name of one of my friends. I hesitate for a moment, debating whether or not to text them and admit that I've skipped school.
I quickly type out a message to my friend, trying to sound casual and carefree. "Hey, just wanted to give you a heads up that I won't be in class today. Don't tell the teacher though, I don't want them to get pissed at me."
I hit send and wait for their response, hoping that they'll understand and not rat me out to the teachers.
My phone buzzes as my friend responds, but their message is not what I was expecting. "Uh, dude, there's a villain attacking our school right now. You need to get here fast!"
I look up from my phone and see my school in the distance, and sure enough, there's a villain attacking the building. The sight of the destruction and chaos causes my heart to race and my adrenaline to spike.
"Oh, die." I say.
The villain, who was attacking the school just a moment ago, is struck down by my sudden attack. He falls to the ground, defeated in an instant. The students who were trapped inside the school let out a collective gasp of shock and relief, watching the unexpected turn of events.
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