A ripened fist slammed downwards towards the bruised lad.
‘Where does the concept of magic even lie in that attack?! It’s just a ordinary punch!’
“Magic attack! Magic attack! Magic attack! Magic attack! Magic attack!”
Inoyva unleashed a series of 7 punches to the lying lad’s face.
‘Why did you shout it five times when he actually hit me seven times?! This bastard!’ He was barking mad from the sheer realization of the projected power of those fists and more so angered of how lacking Inoyva was when counting them down.
“Why are you even doing this?”
He vehemently was riddled with various forms of injuries towards his face that painted a ghastly picture. As such, he was with the thirst of knowing what he chose this kind of method in attacking them.
Inoyva was willing to answer, still a short wave away from landing another blow, “Well, you know from those heroes each time they activate their special move, they say the name of it. So, this is my ultimate move, too.” He was encompassed by that nonchalant and pure expression. As if the onslaught he had induced was nothing of the grim kinds most people would cower at.
“That’s just a normal punch!”
The raging emotion prompted his immediate response.
“What do you want?! Anything! Anything with my power I can give to you.” Without any other choice in the matter, he finally proposed to bargain for leeway out of this conundrum.
Inoyva’s fist halted midway.
“Hmmm… There’s actually not anything that I want. But I can come up to a compromise. You called my girl fuckable, fuckable is eight letter word and when I multiple it by eighteen, my favorite number, the answer is one hundred and forty four.”
With a loosened face, he recalled the vaguely annoying word that brought down such a fate towards them. He pondered over it prior. In regards to the overall answer towards his calculations, it was revealed at the time of the group’s arrival from inside the infirmary.
“Why is that your favorite number?”
Even though, for unknown reasons why the overall answer reached at the point, the battered up lad, thrust upon a question.
His nonchalant expression once again made the light of day, more like light of night now, “Well, the eighteenth is when I was born and being eighteen is the age I thought was the coolest. Anyway, moving on, for the one hundred and forty four number, that is how many punches are coming your way, though I will hit anywhere on your body except for the face. That’s a good answer, huh?”
The accumulative response was brought to an abrupt stop, when Inoyva assumed a sturdier position. Inoyva looked upon the prey, cowering with breaches of soiling themselves. However the consequences they faced now were the contemplation of their actions from before. As such, they could no longer evade the results with half-hearted responses.
A wicked smile etched over Inoyva, eyes brimming with ill-intent whilst exuding a sign of pleasure, “Hehe!”
“You…” He wanted to attempt yet again a compromise, or maybe something else. But he was cut short, “Magic attack!” When another fist managed to land on the length of his face.
And there was an uproar of the land.
***
I feel so refreshed!
He took in the utmost joy with a smile.
Inoyva assumed a standing position, looking over what the utter results of his anger were. ‘That should be enough as a punishment and was a perfect test run.’ Gathering his thoughts, he could say at least they would not forget this day and his unruly face, not any time soon.
But he could feel something peculiar of one of them.
‘Still standing… More like still kneeling.’
At near distance, he caught the wavering form of who he piqued his interest. Honing in on him due to the fact out of all those unruly kids, these lad was still kneeling on the earth rather lying on his back, he was somewhat different with a scar near his right eye.
Inoyva made way towards a shimmering lad, blood steadily leaving his head and the blatantly unwavering expression that made up his face. If he recall correctly, he was quite different, in that fact that at each time he sent a strike landing to a painful place, he never yelped or any form of help was released from his mouth.
I reach to him, lowering myself when bending my knees. He was at almost waist’s height though I was seemingly taller than the average.
“Yo.” Seemingly, my cheery voice burst through with one word.
He never reacted towards it, though he was still conscious and breathing. This person at least could understand the situation he was in for the most part.
“Can you hear me?” Inoyva asked.
However no response was given. This kind of behavior was akin to someone of unyielding grit. I looked impressed, that even while someone who was levels of higher than himself, he kept a sharp gaze about his face.
‘Well, if he won’t answer, I can find the answers from somewhere else.’
Inoyva, who noticed the small card on the ground steadily covered by small traces of soil, started stretching his hand towards it. There was no resistance whatsoever to that person, when detecting Inoyva currently had his student ID in the clutch of the hand.
“Ripfumelo.” Inoyva made out the first word. That was quite evident of his first name.
There’s not that many things he interests me about him…
Inoyva stopped, when staring across a certain piece of information.
‘Class twelfth c? Wait, isn’t that same class that I am in…? So, out of all them, I’ll have to share the same classroom and dormitory as this idiot?’ Inoyva thought to himself, peering towards that thin piece of plastic. Some slivers of reassurance were taken from the looks of it.
“I’m disappointed, since we’re classmates that you would think of such a wayward plan to attack me, hey, Ripfumelo.” Inoyva would look down on him when assuming a standing position. He contemplated their necessary compulsory relationship when realizing the fact of them being classmates.
Ripfumelo shifted his gaze to the side, looking away with rebelliousness.
“Hey, I have no interest in you third-rate bully personality. Or do you honestly not realize the current situation you find yourself in?” Inoyva raised my fist at him. Though he hesitated at first if he should hammer in a lengthy power, he softened up his hand.
…Thereby slapping the rebelling lad with an effortless motion.
Again… Again and again.
Hah… Wait a minute. The overall reason to draw in more people that I would find useful was a varying thought. And from his quick-witted nature, that unyielding gaze and I can feel it, the collection of lengthy Ethereal energy in his body despite being a hybrid of Sykoh and Abyss.
“Don’t you people run by a code? You know, like since I beat the shit out of you all, then I should be the next leader to take in the reins, though you would be only person I would be looking to, to rule over?” Taming the necessity to unleash a barrage of slaps, Inoyva advanced a proposal midway towards the scar-ridden lad.
That rebellious gaze would soften for the better, though it was still in a rebellious state. What more can he do than actually refuse such a good plan of motion.
“This… seems interesting.”
However in that moment, Inoyva caught the vibrations of someone’s voice in the near distance.
There’s someone who could approach without me noticing?
He hastily shifted his gaze with utter shock towards that varying individual.
‘I expected it to be a student, but from her stature and the way she spoke so confidently… One of the guards…?’ The form that adorned Inoyva’s eyes was one of a feminine stature. She revealed herself towards the once bustling group with slow steps until stopping ten or more steps away.
“And who might you be?”
As he guessed for the sequences of events, he could pry out a name from this person.
Even though her gaze was unflinching at that, he felt discomfort.
‘Did she see everything?’ Inoyva’s expression darkened at an inward notion.
“How can you not know the face or name of your instructor?”
Instructor…?
A light bulb flashed that immediate moment, ‘I think I recall Cai saying something about potentially meeting our instructor. To think that it actually happened outside the walls of the classroom.’
“Ms. Relka, I presume?”
He could not struggle to find her last name when uttering.
“Yes. Though for someone who has internal injuries, I don’t think beating up your fellow peers is good form of exercise.”
That deadly stare staring down on him was evidently painting a clear picture. Repulsed by it, Inoyva’s never shifted in demeanor, though. At least he had a sliver of chance just in case he was caught in such a conundrum.
“If I recall correctly, the rules only mentioned that aside from murder, the matters pertaining to students would be overlooked, regardless. That means, I can beat up as many students as I want as long as I don’t kill them, right?”
In no time, a response spilled out from his sharp tongue.
I think what Cai said about Ms. Relka having a lengthy presence was true, though from the initial start I could not detect it while she was steadily approaching me. Inoyva made the current situation clear, sneaking constant glances towards what appearance made her form. The situation was dire, though that in part could be something he dodged with a trick of the hand. "I'm not sure whether I should be terrified or impressed. Yes, beating up fellow students is not a punishable offense, though taking such splendor whilst doing so, is a bit…" Ms. Relka was well aware of Inoyva stealing glances towards her. It was understandable. She had caught him in an act most people would perceive gruesome and horror. "Thank you for your gentlemanly answer." He answered. A courteous answer riddled with appreciated directed towards the instructor. Inoyva discretely humbled his self. For all he knew, she could not stop him with the varying set of rules, but as strength ruled here, there was another po
Hiding behind the bushes, Inoyva watched at the near distance, as once the circle of lads would walk away from their victim. Something that was unordinary to see, well pertaining to that the strongest would rain dominance over those with weak skills as opposed to them, the tables had changed for the unfortunate part. That's weird, I wouldn't think that finding a perfect chance like this would actually appear, though the execution of said plan might not go the way that I want it to. At the side, Inoyva's clone when noticing the original's presence, would dissipate into nothingness, literally as if nothing had filled that space up. And it was not unusual to think that the other 6 from other various areas had also shifted into utter nothingness. Inoyva advanced forward. He could tell from the already gone bullies that this was the perfect for his pitch. To that, he witnessed a lad, with red and black hair assumed a standing position prior to being knocked down. Red hair…? It feels st
I just go a new pawn… Well, that is what I want him to think but it is not actually that kind of relationship I am striving for. I can't decide which paths he takes, the decisions having been determined in the near and far future, but for now, I could not lay witness to this frolicking bud waiting to bloom. "Firstly, what is your name? First and last name." Leaving aside the detail regarding the mysterious origins of Inoyva, the red and black haired lad, felt his voice reach his ears. Since he already weighed in the pros and cons of the exchange, the results laying bare, there was no use of any resistance. "That exchange was a one-sided result, huh? I am Ntsako Maluleka." {Ntsako Maluleka.} Of course, he answered in kind, patting yet again the accumulated dust after his knees touch the ground after Inoyva's display of overwhelming innate power. He decorated a once a weakened gaze, staring clearly at Inoyva. "So, should I be calling you, like, master from now on?" "Cringe. Inoyva
It was then that he was interrupted by a soft hand placed to his lips. Cai quickly put her palm over Inoyva's mouth. She realized it was a large blunder to let him speak first since both of them were already tardy and now he displayed disrespectful conduct to the instructor. If continued, there would probably be penalties to the overall behavior. "Our humblest apologies, Ma'am. We apologize for our tardiness." Cai said. "Well, whatever. Go to your seats but firstly, announce your name to the class, newcomer.." Strangely enough, before the lad could address those plentiful beings, Cai never left his side, holding back any nervousness. With shoulders held back and chest out, her whole appearance declared confidence. It was not something new to her or even something needed to be thought of intently. "Good morning. My name is Cai Setra." Is she also introducing herself for the sake that I don't get nervous? "Morning. I'm Inoyva Risse." Unlike Cai, Inoyva, who said his given n
In an abandoned town off the outskirts of a certain district. It appeared to be another village a distance away from the hustle and bustle of the city. However, no people living there were to be found, even when looked into intently. The reason for a lacking of people was perhaps a battle began unfolding onto that land. "Mage unit, open fire!" "The number of the soldiers isn't decreasing!" "They just keep on coming!" A rain of flames descends upon the area. A group numbering at almost twenty stands forth, killing aimlessly at the horde in their sights. Per usual, the Abyss' soldiers went forth first in their countless numbers to deal with enemies. The unit made of Knights intercepted this gathering of soldiers, fought back with their own methods and weapons. However, the unit's effort seems futile, with every approach, the soldiers advanced further and further into their foe's territory. "Hey… hey…!" "It's so loud." Unexpectedly, one of the subjugators ran short of breath and
'Maybe if I…' At first, to no avail did he identify her power, but upon awakening his Amadioha, an abundant of needle shape energies swirled in the air circling the Master. Sharp, hair-like energies that numbered to tens of thousands gathered around like a hurricane. A swarm of murderous aura aimed at Xiluva, now. Not surprising, Sykoh and Abyss were enemies destined to kill each other until the end of time. Instinctively, the Abyss pointed its sharp fangs at her with an enraged expression. It charged in headfirst like its deceased underling. After all, offense was the greatest defense. But, tiny cuts appeared on its' body. The Master of the Legion of Eight Trigrams, had launched her blinding quick, not to mention invisible attack again at the boss. However it would not be the same. Even though cuts appeared, there weren't deep enough to inflict considerable damage to kill or even slow down its movement. 'Its' skin is thick.' Xiluva addressed the monster which when in striking
I'm falling! Where is this, exactly!? In the far skies from hundreds of meters away into it, currently abruptly falling back to the earth with unthinkable speeds, Inoyva and the other individuals sharing the same experience, that being the students of Class 12-C cut through air like rain. Without the air posing no threat in terms of sight, he saw all around that their bodies drifted ceaselessly and limbs that weighed less like the arms almost flail like paper or plastic. Below him, the course they fell to was a concentration of trees, essentially a forest and in the middle of the concentration of trees, was barren land. Still, Inoyva could not forget that he was also part of that descent and required some method in order to stop falling or perform the strange thing Ms. Relka did before, the method to appear from one place to another by passing through something he could not identify with a glance. But what was cleared about was that, a tear, as if a part of reality was altered to re
D-rock training grounds. On barren land, Ms. Relka stepped in front of her class. With them landing safely before, she wanted them to begin the supposed test right off the bat. "You all survived… Celebrations will come later as this one hurdle in your way will be harder to overcome. Granted, you are still students in training, so it should not be impossible to achieve…" Even though, they were on a massive stretch of flatlands, tall trees would surround the empty space in a circular form. Barren lands and a forest, an anomaly lay in wait due to the surprising position of the environment, however, they could observe a large structure at the center of the barren lands, it resembled a large castle. 'Wait, are Abyss here? Is this some kind of prank? Right from the get-go, we are supposed to fight an entire horde…? If it so, then is this out in the country, or wildness? It doesn't feel so, though. I feel a lingering energy imbued in all things here, including the tree, too.' Inoyva's uni
The vanguard of the Legion of Shadow proceeded forward exactly as other smaller Legions would, with only a difference of the indefinite actions that were superior in terms of coordination and the individual combat capabilities of their Knights. Additionally, the swiftness of their actions caused an apparent decline of the Abyss’ numbers within moments after they trailed through. After all, one of the strong Legions would have obviously encountered and fought Abyss of a difficult rank exactly like this one or maybe a horde much more fierce. “…” To that area, at the outskirts, he gazed far and wide while gliding through the air. Accompanying him from behind being other Knights in the same squadron, unlike the rest, they showed particular interest in locating Abyss and identifying their characteristics but would not intercept them. Catching an appearance of what they were tasked with, a large Abyss reeled in the distance. Its size and height, that being tall enough for surrounding
Miraculously, countless Knights grasped the proceeding space and fervently emerged from thin air above the female Knight. Certainly those could be reinforcements from other Legions that could have finally reached the battlefield to offer some much needed support.They came after the climax already reached peak and now just helped in cleaning up the scraps left. Scraps of the defeated horde when compared to the initial force when the first 5 Legions entered the fray still posed a threat if they could run hurriedly and unchecked. And also, the citizens who lived there obviously wanted to return to their former homes and lives.Following that, the female Knight’s lips opened.“Clean it up.”Immediately, all gathering forces diverged into different directions as if they cut through the air like bullets. At least one thing in common that they did was head over to the Abyss soldiers.The Knight’s eyes peered into the distance.{Master of the Legion of Shadow, S-rank: Isui Setra.}***After
With the head, the leader of the horde of Abyss, the boss defeated the proceeding underlings it reigned over would scatter in every direction. Abyss gathered into a single formation known as a horde but due to their animalistic traits, they sometimes strayed from said formation to essentially do whatever they desired. And not necessarily to execute their role of being soldiers or guards since Abyss could care less about what occurred to their brethren. If they found prey to fill their stomachs, everything else was a bother.Except for the boss, the remaining monsters were ruled over. With an iron fist and understandable power in hand, the boss acted as a beckon, a sort of antenna that coordinate all movements in the horde and initiated for their formation to consist of the outer layer and mid layer for the purpose of fighting and pillaging enemies and prey, but still leave enough room for it to not be in the firing line. In that sense of train of thought, it was a strategist feigni
The boss was the strongest in a horde and noticing the sheer number of Abyss that crawled through the streets and everywhere else, they would be commanded. And a slightly capable boss could not maintain control of all those numbers. That glinted at a possibility at least that this one sole humaniod monster could potentially be a C-rank Abyss. As such, letting it go could be detrimental to the counterattack.A repeat of past events, the Knight would disappear like before as if she turned invisible. What was not clear from that point was that she would not let it escape. Up until then, the boss felt like a lesser individual that grasped at straws but now, a feeling of being trapped like a plaything before receiving a fatal strike became its reality. Suddenly, the boss felt a painful sensation as if its limb was being crushed. It was not an attack, but a hold over its left arm. The Knight once more appeared from thin air to the left side.Obviously, her power was unmatched. She used
In terms of the multitude of manners to conduct a battle against foes, there truly exist an infinite number of methods to go about conflict. Polished skills... Adaptive capabilities... Sharpened weapons… Innate abilities. Abundant talent…However, all that was pale in comparison to the proceeding situation, where a sole individual came crashing from the sky and did away with all of them using minimal effort. She commanded strength... An unordinary strength… A simple strength that could make anything and anyone kneel…It was a miracle or so to say that she could come to that moment at where the Knights’ force previously suffered a blow that left a massive dent. It was to say that due to that the Masters, the elite unit failed their given task without much needed thought to it. Being ultimately the most capable in their Legions proved a staggering responsibility to be placed atop their shoulders. However to those individuals, said load was welcomed with wholeheartedness. But, a blund
The boss expected a difficult fight, but this was rather not interesting in the least. If the opponent already figured the gap in numbers between them, she might have turned tail in order to save her own life or even call for further assistance. A difference in the overall forces ended up being the deciding factor. The boss would smirk but then notice something aloof with the stationed soldiers on the ground. A passing gust of wind blew slightly. In its insignificance, a rising tension among the Abyss lowered, this would guarantee the victory. But then, one head out of the heads among the stationed soldiers seemed to fall off the body and land to the ground. The next soldier near also found its head proceeding to land on the ground like a ball and roll over. Blood immediately spilled out of the decapitated bodies and finally fell to the earth. Surprisingly, another group lost the command of their bodies and fell, partly due to the heads that landed to the ground first. As if
A loud bang was heard throughout the outskirts of the city. Following a flash of light with a shade of purple, tremors and air pressure generated by said sudden explosion was apparent all over. Even distant Knights from far away could probably see it without wielding Amadioha of a green shade. A massive sphere that could scale the tallest of buildings caught attention. Accompanied with the never ending gusts of the wind, other living creatures found themselves blown away as if they shared weightless characteristics of plastic or paper. Even for the citizens, who no less could achieve a subtle level in Destroyer Arts knew from that explosion that it was one of the techniques in a Destroyer Art, the size was too abrupt, only a Knight could have activated it in such short notice. And the traces of Ethereal energy lingering in the air could catch their attention without needed effort. Certainly, the cause of the explosion needed to be identified, that being the Knight, it was unth
The figure built up unthinkable speed and momentum as to deliver the strongest strike with minimal motion.The posture taken and the form gestured to coordinate with the fact that it was airborne, was perfect. A fist brimmed with unearthly strength caught one of the guard’s jaw in less than a second.A massive bang resounded throughout the entire area and caught attention from all over. Air pressure generated furtively gestured near the vicinity.Exactly like a seasoned boxer extending their arm for a right hook with explosive speed and devastating power, the figure achieved the same effects and managed to inflict damage towards the guard’s face. Following momentum, the guard stumbled even though it stood on all fours. Ultimately, it lost balance and would fall, but the buildings near halted its descent. For the monster, thankfully it was far enough to be prey of a strike, but the boss was still far ahead while being protected by other Abyss of the same kind. ***At the somewhat o
Thankfully, the elite unit composed of four Masters was unharmed at the blazing projectile’s wrath. Was it due to luck coupled with their efforts of maneuverability? Evidently, the projectile was not directly fired at them due to a fact that they were not the intended enemy. Looking to the projectile, a fireball with blue flames, it had high levels of Ethereal energy wrapped about in it, pointing to that a Sykoh, preferably a Knight fired but what another thing about it was the remnants of another type of energy. Another type of energy pitch-black in nature and brought a sense of coldness around despite infused to the concentration of arid creations.Perhaps the ally they desperately wanted to join, adjusted the course of the fireball so not to harm them, but inflict damage to the guards nonetheless? A definite answer could not be given, though. After all, amidst the immediate explosion and hurls of air pressure because of the fireball, they had lost sight of what produce and sh