The Mentor and The Ten Heroes

PROLOGUE

"So what other trouble have you got yourself into, Paul?"

Said an adult man who was around thirty, wearing a bright red shirt covered with a jet black suit. His voice was deliberately suppressed because he was very annoyed and tired of having to deal with bad boy who always caused trouble at his private school.

The floor of his private office was also littered with the shoes of the naughty boy who was standing in front of his desk.

Annoying.

He didn't even know what way to punish him anymore, because he had used various ways to punish the boy, but still, all of that didn't deter him in the slightest, instead of dampening things down, the problem only got worse.

His buttocks were already hot because he had to sit in an upright position for quite a long time in his chair when dealing with his students, because he had to look dignified in front of all his students--including that bad boy--to be a good principal.

"This is unfair, sir."

The deep voice of the boy named Paul instantly broke the headmaster's turmoil, his focus began to return and his eyes intensely looked at the boy's eyeballs which were getting colder.

Paul, who has a tall body and also quite thick muscles, could have beaten the headmaster who was emaciated in front of him, but he still had respect for the young man who served as the headmaster of his school. But still, he was irritated by the attitude of the principal who always saw him as a troublemaker at school, even though things didn't always turn out the way people assumed.

For example, the problem five months ago, at that time, he hits five upperclassmen until they were taken to the hospital, it wasn't actually bullying against upperclassmen, Paul beat up five upperclassmen because the five of them were found ganging up on a short-sighted man, so he did that only to provide protection to the novice man.

But what happened, actually made Paul look as if he was a 'bastard figure' in the rumors that every school member was talking about him, until finally, the principal heard about it, and he was ordered to come to the principal's office to ask for an explanation of the problem.

And unfortunately, no matter what explanation Paul tells, the principal doesn't believe it at all, because a bad label has been attached to him.

And now, for the umpteenth time, Paul is back in the principal's office for allegedly causing trouble, and as usual, the cliché plot begins. Because of this, now he is too lazy to explain the original chronology of events, because it is useless, will not be heard. So, recently, all Paul did when he was summoned by the principal, was to say a word or two at most. He thought that was enough.

"Yes, you're right, Paul," The Headmaster sighed lazily, responding to Paul's words. "This is very unfair, because my job is to meet and take care of naughty boy like you every day. I'm sure you must be tired of dealing with me too, but Paul, I'm begging you, can you go one day without causing trouble at this school?"

Giving Paul the chance to speak, the headmaster looked closely at the scratched face of the young man in front of him. However, as it seemed, Paul didn't show any response to his words, he started to speak again, "And for whatever the punishment, you should be able to handle it easily, because of that, I'm going to give you something more severe than all the punishments I've ever given you, you curious?"

"No."

Slightly irritated, the principal resumed his words, "So, Paul, starting today, I'm officially expelling you from this school."

Instantly, Paul was shocked, his two eyeballs bulging almost jumped out, his heart skipped a beat, and his whole body shook. Haltingly, Paul spoke,

“Expelling, y-you say!?”

Casually, the young man replied, "Yeah, and what's wrong with you, Paul? You seem to have changed your attitude a bit. Are you surprised? But that's normal, everyone would be surprised if they suddenly got fired from their job, I understand."

"I'll do anything! As long as it's not that, sir!"

Seeing Paul show an expression that was rarely seen, made the young headmaster a little interested in playing with the boy.

"Anything but that? But Paul, all this time, I've been trying to be patient with you, and I think I've run out of patience this time. I'm sorry."

Paul's anger peaked and was channeled by hitting the headmaster's personal table until it broke and shattered, making the young man in the jet black suit dumbfounded. Never thought that Paul would be so angry that he dared to destroy his office desk in front of him like this, as the principal, he had to do something to stop Paul's tantrum before the boy destroyed his other things in his office.

"What's wrong with you!? Paul!?" The silver-haired man stood up from his chair, with a loud snap at Paul, and his eyes alternately glanced at the pieces of the table that had been shattered, then returned to Paul's face with annoyance.

"Take back what you said! Sir! Or I will destroy everything in this place!"

Feeling threatened after hearing Paul's words, the young man who served as the principal of the school took his cellphone out of his trouser pocket, but when he was about to press the call button to ask someone for help, the naughty boy snatched it from his hand first.

"Give it to me! Paul! It's not something you can destroy! It's too expensive!"

Worried, the headmaster screamed that he couldn't accept that his cellphone was taken away easily by the delinquent boy, especially considering the high price of that object, making his head feel like it would explode if Paul damaged the object in front of him.

However, even so, the man absolutely did not want to go back on his words in expelling Paul from school, because it was his absolute decision. Therefore, he as the headmaster would continue to maintain his dignity even in a precarious situation like this, because reputation was everything to him.

"I don't care about the price of this thing, all I want is for you to take back what you said! Sir! If you still don't want to, I will smash this thing many times until it is crushed inside and out! And this is not just a bluff! I will do it right now if I want! "

"STOP THERE! PAUL!"

Suddenly the screams of a woman who was quite familiar were heard in this room, to be precise behind Paul, in the doorway, when the boy turned around, it was true, the woman was his own birth mother, who had come followed by his school teachers.

"Tsk!" Paul sighed, unable to think that his mother should be involved in this matter, therefore, he threw back the cell phone in his hand to the principal, then, he glared at the leader of the school. "Why did my mother come here, sir?"

"I don't want to tell you anything else! You've gone too far! You bastard! How much do you think my cell phone is worth!?"

Feeling that his question was not being answered, Paul ignored the headmaster who was hooting in front of him, and his gaze shifted to the figure of his mother standing in the doorway, as well as the figures of the teachers standing behind her.

"Why did you come here, Mom? How did you know this?"

"CCTV!" Paul gasped when his biological mother answered his question by directly mentioning a surveillance machine, he forgot about the dangerous objects that were installed in every corner of this room. "One of your teachers sent me a CCTV footage of you talking to your principal in this room! And what do you know? As a result of your actions! I was ordered to come here, stop you before you destroy all the other things in this room! And you did it! I have to compensate for the table you destroyed!"

"M-Mom! I-I didn't mean to--"

"GO HOME!" The mother, with her rising anger, ordered her only child to return home. "Hurry! HOME NOW! PAUL!"

Forced, Paul with an irritated heart and heavy feelings, stepped out of the principal's room, past his biological mother and his teachers who were standing and then left them there. Then, the boy ran very fast, crossing various alleys, going down various stairs, and finally he arrived at the bicycle parking lot.

He was out of breath when he arrived at the bicycle parking lot, then, with unsteady steps, Paul approached his bicycle, then climbed on it with dripping sweat, then slowly he pedaled his bicycle to go out of the school environment, to go home, no care about his sling bag that was still left behind in class.

"Wow! Look! It's Paul, right!?"

Students in a classroom upstairs pressed their faces to the window pane, watching a person pedaling his bicycle outside the school gates.

"It's true! It's Paul!"

"He must be in trouble again!"

"Even though it's not time to go home yet, but he's coming home early, that's great, isn't it!?"

"You're absolutely right! Haha! I'm so jealous! How about we get into trouble like Paul, so we can go home faster like Paul!?"

"Good idea! Hahahaha!"

All the jokes that satirized Paul's behavior continued to be heard yelling at each other, followed by crisp laughter and a slightly cynical tone, making the class atmosphere even more lively, until finally a voice sounded,

"I told you! Don't make fun of Paul! Guys!"

The voice of a girl with wavy black hair made the bustling atmosphere start to fade, each head that had been pressed against the window pane, one by one turned to stare at the girl.

"Eh? What's wrong?"

"Shut up! This is none of your business!"

"We're not making fun of him, really! We just adore him! Hehe!"

"Yes! Yes! That's right! After all, what kind of friends would make fun of their classmate, right? Paul is also one of our friends in this class."

The girl scowled in annoyance, she seemed to understand the meaning of her classmates, because even though their words sounded very sweet, they all actually only made sarcastic words against Paul, and that irritated her even more.

"Anyway! Whatever your excuses! I don't want to hear you guys making fun of Paul anymore!"