"Look, I didn't say I wanted to date her or something like that, I just wanted to be friends with her." John stated as he placed his right hands on Timmy's shoulder, trying his best to sound as convincing as he could be, while mollifying his friend. "The hell?! Do you think I'm sad over a girl? Oh! Only if it was another person who was your competitor." Timmy ranted as he lowered his head, before charging forward to perform a slight headbutt to the table a few times, causing a few eyes to stare at him here and there. Tired of the suspense he was put in, and the stellar performance his friend had just put on, John was now convinced than ever to ask who this person's name was. "He was the same person that met with you a few hours earlier, the son of the current Limo clan leader: Uhin Furuoki!" Timmy announced to John in a hushed tone. Like it was programmed, John felt a rush of uncontrollable anger and hatred, rushing through his cells and body fibers. He had made his research earli

A giant hole could be seen in Vivian's room, and if one was to look through, they would see a battered individual whose head clashed against a metal door that was now bent inwardly, to display the force of the impact. "From just a single punch!" John mused while he slumped down onto the ground, and a thud could be heard as he fell to the floor. Blood poured out onto the ground, with John facing the floor as he laid lifeless. "Do you think he's dead?" Vivian asked with a hushed but scared voice. "No he is not, he is more than okay. Just make sure to go and report, to get your wall fixed." He said, as he ushered her to go and get someone who would fix the door. Walking back, as Vivian was now out of sights, was Furuoki. As he reached John, he stepped on his head, pressing his foot against it. On removing his leg, he crouched. Then using one of his hands, he pulled John's by his hair that was now stained with thick red blood. "Never mess with the wrong person, refined bastard! If y

William's eyeballs widened here and then, as he listened to Linton's little story, while the latter didn't even seem to care, or welcome any form of sympathy from the former, as he held unto the ends of his hair.Letting out a wince, was William. His body was ornamented with pain internally, and it seemed like his limbs were about to give up."Uh?! Don't tell me you want to accept defeat! You haven't used your chain yet!" Linton yelled, while his eyebrows tilted from one side to the other, like they were about to pop out."Chain?...... I don't.... What the hell are you even talking about?" William muttered; with light groans interrupting his statement from time to time, which resulted to Linton's anger, and sudden frustration.He pulled William by the hair towards himself, and launched the other hand that was free towards his face.However, Gray stopped a few inches to the latter's face, grabbing him by the shirt instead."I can hear the hesitation, and waver in his voice, he is lying

"The elder brother never lies...." The bloodstains on the floor that was fresh a few minutes ago was now dry, and the fingers on the left hand of the individual that was impaled not too long ago twitched. Linton who had been too preoccupied with his fight a few seconds earlier: stood still, wondering and cogitating on the fact that his barrier now had a massive hole in it. "When did it happen?.... I'm sure it wasn't William, the attack was from outside, so it has to be one of the sangotaro soldiers." He thought. "But if it is one of the soldiers, who could it be? The general has been defeated, he is probably dead by now, as I can't feel his presence or aura any longer. And no one but him is strong enough to beat me among the whole enemy." He added inwardly. "Except this pony at my front with little potentials...... Or wait, have the twins finally decided to turn against me?!" Unbeknownst to Linton, something had already been wrapped around his left ankle, and the grip was getting

Linton began to sniff the air, as the smell of the sandwich wafted into his nostrils. He hadn't had anything as good as this since three months ago. During those times, Mr Benjamin wasn't around to watch over him for some undisclosed reasons. Instead, it was Mr Cook, and it was a hell on earth experience for Linton. His watchman was the direct opposite of Mr Benjamin, he was very aggressive, didn't even try to care for Linton, and hardly fed him once a day. "Give me a minute, I think I've got tea." Mr Benjamin said. "Tea? That's awesome!" Linton sounded excited, but didn't look it. He had even forgotten what it means like to smile. After a few minutes, Mr Benjamin could be seen twirling a spoon in a cup that was filled with chocolate tea. "Here you go." He muttered, while he pointed the cup towards the latter which he receives. As the latter began to sip, then drink, the man also began to speak. "It's just unbelievable and unforgivable, how will they lock a boy up in a room, an