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System Activated: Rise Of The Bullied Student Trost Vs Winchester
When Eren emerged from the darkness behind the doorway, night had taken over. He had to wait a few moments for his eyes to adjust to the unnatural glare of the lights in the arena. Across from him, standing as tall as a god, Gaine Winchester waited. Eren sensed the MANNA crackling just beneath his skin. It was going to be a tough one, even if he had to say so himself. "Are you ready?" Gaine called, flexing his arms. He was amused, Eren could tell. Eren held his chin high, the way he was sure his mother must have turned her nose up at the Winchesters. "The real question is, are you?" Gaine began to say something but was cut off by the loud voice of the moderator, informing them of the rules of the fight. They were the last contestants in what was potentially the most vicious bout of the day. It was known now that Gaine was one of the strongest of the young ones, if not the strongest of them all. A prodigy. Meanwhile, Eren was walking, seething rage. Anyone with eyes
System Activated: Rise Of The Bullied Student Trost Vs Winchester 2
"To those who shall spill blood in our honor today, and those whose blood shall be spilled, we salute you." The announcer had said at the start of the contests. Gaine Winchester was in the locker room savoring a mouthful of river grapes when he heard the statement, and he had nearly spat his grapes with mirth. It was not that Gaine did not think this statement to be in praise of himself and his peers. It was how it sounded coming for one who had never been involved in the act of the spilling, literal or otherwise. The man had made it seem almost comedic, almost literature worthy, these acts of sheer violence that were soon to follow his speech. "Violence is always, always, a misdeed, my son. But sometimes, it is a necessity," Gaine's father had told him when he was younger, long before he felt the first quickening of MANNA inside him. "Sometimes," The man said, his voice calm and persuading, "it is the only way by which to show strength." If the Winchester clan had a motto,
System Activated: Rise Of The Bullied Student The Ten
‘What was strength if not a series of scarifications?’ Gaine asked himself for the hundredth time.He looked at his trembling hands and they were dark with the answer. Blood, a rich red like nothing else. Also, there was a dull ringing at the back of his head. To say he was unwell was an understatement."You seem troubled," Eren Trost called to him. It was a sly jest as his own words were being thrown back at him.His eyes met Eren's. His opponent was not in a better place than he was. He too was leaking out his lifeblood.‘I could say the same for you.’ He wanted to yell back at Eren, but he was not sure he had the strength. ‘What was strength if not a series of scarifications?’ The question plagued him again. It is time to finish this, Gaine advised himself. It was way past time in fact.He knew exactly what to do.The night he woke from the Dream state, his father was a presence hovering over him."Do you feel it?" He had asked Gaine after the house servant who had been tend
System Activated: Rise Of The Bullied Student The Tournament Results
"I think they are about to call the results, sir." Silas's aide shouted at him, struggling to have his words heard over the people's clamoring. "You think Eren made it to The Ten?" The professor had both his hands folded over his stomach. He eyed the display before him with some concern. Solvane Winchester had risen in his seat and was whispering to the Granville clan head. The professor had hoped earnestly when he recruited Eren to his cause that the boy had his mother's fighting spirit. And his hope was not wasted. In the end, Eren surprised them all, going toe-to-toe with the most talented Awakened in the tournament. When Eren was paired against Gaine, the professor sighed heavily. He had thought the fight was over. He did not even expect Eren to make it past the third stage—the boy had trained in an empty gym, with little or no help, to fight kids who had gotten the best training from the best instructors over the course of their childhoods. But Silas had hoped
System Activated: Rise Of The Bullied Student Briefing The Ten
The Ten, Eren included, were led to the top floor of the arena, up a spiral of stairs far higher than the view of the arena from the stands. Into a large hallway, they were taken. The space was brimming with art - plaques adorned the wall and in the four corners of the room there were statues of varying sizes, all in marble. A table sat at the center of the room and it held a basket of fruits. Eren shuffled close to Sid and Tiana. In the past few hours that the world had practically shifted beneath his feet their presence had become the only stable thing. They were familiar territory, safe. For all the new power he was privy to, he felt vulnerable around everyone else, especially the Winchesters. Their blue eyes seemed to follow him everywhere. The other members of The Ten were more occupied with examining the room than worrying about Winchesters. The room seemed to be a muster point. A giant map of the countryside was painted on the wall in bright colors. Winchester
System Activated: Rise Of The Bullied Student Pain, Taunts & Rivalry
Eren stuffed his bloodied battle suit into his duffel. "It is a wonder Gaine's head is still attached to his body." Tiana said over his shoulder. "What?" Eren said. Now that the contests were over, the surge of adrenaline that carried him all day had passed, and he started to feel the pain from all the hits he took more acutely. Silas had warned him. MANNA could heal wounds, but the pain that came with them stayed. Pain always asked to be acknowledged. Awakened or not. The most Eren could think of was getting back to the professor's mansion, finding something warm to pour down his throat before falling face down into his bed. It was no surprise he was not paying any attention. Tiana jabbed her chin in the direction of his hands. "Your knuckles. You scraped the skin right off them." Eren glanced at his hands, and true to her words, he found that the skin there was still patchy, barely healed. "Winchesters are famous for ther hard-headedness. What can I say?" He joked. Ti
System Activated: Rise Of The Bullied Student Home Calls
One second Eren had his fists curled ready to smash it on the face of the fucker taunting him, the next Sid was suddenly in his front pushing him away. He also put a hand out to ward Gaine off. "Enough," he barked at them. "We have fought more than enough for one day. Stand down." Eren stormed off, leaving Sid and Gaine to themselves. As he went, he heard Sid say to Gaine, "If you want to fight so badly, how about you and I go a couple of rounds?" "Perhaps some other time, Sid." Gaine told Sid and stalked off into the Academy grounds. Gaine was itching for a fight, and when the business with his mother was done and the Winchesters and Granvilles who conspired to murder her were dead, Eren intended to give him one. ‘Until the day comes, I will stay my hand’ Eren promised himself. "Let's get out of here," He said to Sid and Tiana, quickening his pace. Outside the gates and in the streets of the city, the air smelled distinct from the arena's. Less alive, flat.
System Activated: Rise Of The Bullied Student The Saint & The Sculptor
At night, the city was a muddy version of itself in daylight. Lampposts cast a sickly yellow glow over the roads as they navigated their way through the labyrinthine streets. "You hungry?" Silas asked from the front of the car. Eren shook his head. Exhaustion had slowly begun to take him, and his eyes struggled to keep up with the changing streets. He was hungry but tired. Too tired to think. Too tired to worry about eating. All he wanted was the softness of his bedsheets and the flora smell of fabric softener. "You sure, kid?" Eren shrugged. "I could eat." He said. Despite all that had happened that day, it was Tiana's parting words to him that stayed with him. ‘Oh Eren, I think your mother would be happier if you just stayed alive.’ The words haunted him. They haunted him because they were the truth. They felt like it at least. Was she not the same woman who talked at length so often about how barbaric the contests were, how small-minded their society had be
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