Villain Supreme

The Delivery

As Tiraz left the academy, excitement bubbled within him like a cauldron of boiling emotions.

The upcoming battle against Class D fueled his adrenaline, and he was ready to give it his all.

He hopped on his trusty bicycle, the wind brushing against his face, carrying the promise of an eventful day. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, replaying the banter between Class E and Class D.

The rivalry had ignited a fire within him, and he was determined to prove that his unpredictable awakened powers could be a formidable force.

But as much as he looked forward to the battle, Tiraz knew he had to focus on the present moment.

He had a part time job as a delivery boy, a responsibility that helped him earn a little extra to support his academy expenses.

Arriving at the store, Tiraz changed out of his black uniform and neatly tucked it into his bag.

In its place, he donned the familiar delivery boy attire, ready to embark on his evening rounds.

The store was a hub of activity, with delivery bo