บท 23: Chapter 23
It was the lunch break, and I was eating my food, ignoring the glares that everyone was shooting me and Nejire.
"Wow, we made some people angry," Nejire said, seeming to feel guilty. "But it's their fault for not being able to move away."
"You shot them down like bowling," I replied. "Anyway, don't feel bad. Most of them aimed at us first."
She smiled, "Then they earned a punishment for being bad boys."
Her cute way of speaking made me feel a jerk down there, heat crawling up my spine.
I chuckled, "And me?"
"You've been a good boy," she said, reaching her hand and patting my head.
"What's my reward?" I asked, playing along.
"Wanna taste my salad?" she asked.
I thought that she meant the salad in her mouth, and I nodded.
"Open your mouth," she replied, and I did. She then fed me a salad through a fork.
"You like it?" she asked.
With a sore heart, I nodded and closed my mouth, chewing. She smiled and held her breath.
Her giggle made me think she was teasing me on purpose. Well, better than Midnight's teasing at least.
"Why are you frowning?" she asked.
"I don't like salad," I said.
"Well, seems that my good boy isn't that happy," she said.
"Nah," I shook my head. Despite wanting to play along, there was a match on the line.
Nejire waved the salad in front of my mouth. "Tut. Tut. The train is coming. Open your mouth."
"Pfft. Cough. Cough," I laughed at first, then choked on my food and coughed violently.
I had faced a few deaths and life situations in my life. But this was the one that almost killed me.
Nejire stopped her childish talk and patted me on the back. Once I was done coughing, I continued laughing. I looked at a nearby mirror, and my eyes turned red. I wondered if the audience would think I was crying during the rest. Can't blame them if they did. Anyway, I steeled myself and stood up as the time for the next game approached.
"Good luck," I said.
"You too."
We then headed out, facing an arena that was recently built in the middle of the stadium.
In the middle of it stood Midnight along with another teacher that didn't look like a human. Midnight had her whip, like usual, and explained the rules for the next game. Since there were 8 students remaining, It meant I had 3 fights ahead of me. If I won this round, I would qualify against Mirio in the next round.
"And now, both from class A, two cute lazy students. Kenshiro and Saku. Come over," Midnight announced.
I walked and turned my head to an average height dark-skinned guy who walked next to me. He had black sleepy eyes, dad pods, and a stare on his face that gave the impression that he wanted to be over with this.
If memory served me well, this guy sat in front of me in class. Most of the time he would be on his phone, but in Gym classes, he showed good performances.
We stood facing each other.
He rubbed his ear, saying, "Let's get done with this quickly." While saying that, a gust of wind circled around his legs, lifting him.
His ability should be air control. It was good, honestly. But in the market where air controlling was just a technique, it didn't sound like a lot of profit.
"Ah," I replied, extending my hand at him. A red aura circled around my body before heading to my hand, turning into fire.
"Tsk. You can shoot fire, right?" he asked.
I nodded; I could shoot fire out of my hand along with my aura. My plan was originally to shoot him with flame and wait for it to circle around Saku with his winds. Strategically, it was the smartest decision.
"Sure. Go ahead," he offered as he approached me. I smelled something off, and pretended to be about to shoot.
At that moment, the air around me circled. Had I fired, the flame would have enveloped me. Clenching my fist, I punched, sending my aura purely out of my hand. The energy struck Saku on the stomach, sending him rolling to the edge of the arena. Not giving him a chance to recover, I followed with all of my speed and kicked him out of the ring, earning a win for myself.
Saku groaned in pain while holding his stomach. He struggled to stand up and said, "You know, I was going to give up after the first shot. There was no need to be an asshole about it."
He then turned and walked away.
'Weird guy.'
I got out of the ring and went to the corner, grabbing a bottle of water while watching the next matches. Tamaki fought Nejire, and he got knocked out in 3 minutes, which meant he was a tough guy.
Mirio won. Lola won.
The semi-finals were like this.
Me against Mirio, and Lola against Nejire.
The semi-finals started, with Nejire winning the second round. And then, Mirio and I were called to the ring.
Mirio smiled and raised his hand, "We meet again. Could it be fate?"
My soul cringed, but I composed myself and kept my face from making an expression.
"Fate? You've been watching a lot of K-dramas lately?" I asked.
"Yes," he replied, "anyway, good luck."
Smiling, I walked to Mirio and extended my hand to him for a handshake.
He looked at me with quite open eyes, saying, "There is a nice guy in you."
I cringed again, but I had to keep the act to get what I want.
"Am I possessed?" I asked, my hand slipping to his hair, slowly and skillfully.
"How am I supposed to know?" he asked.
"You said there is a nice guy in me."
"I didn't say no homo."
I lost the feeling of his hand and my hand bypassed his head, his shirt falling.
His mass vanished all of a sudden. He seemed to be unable to control which part was untouchable yet. That was a weakness to take advantage of.
In my heart, I cursed as my hand clenched into a fist, 'son of a bitch. Guess we'll do this the hard way.'
"Start," Midnight announced. Before I could tell what happened, an extreme force hit me, flying to the edge of the ring.
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