“. . . And the demons fled, hiding in the deep crevices of the earth.

The Hero had banished the darkness.”

“And that's it class!   Class is dismissed.

Everybody remember that your homework for today is infuse your ki into the tablets, to reinforce it. Don’t slack off now, we know when you cheat.  And yes, Axel, keep practicing,”

“Remember, that to infuse your ki into objects, you must focus and conce……...”

….

………..

Oh did he point me out earlier? My name’s Axel. Axel Griffin Calsworth, with Griffin as my middle name.

Sorry, I was spacing out. You see, I’m not too into all that Hero nonsense. 

Although I may have some of that “Hero’s blood,” it doesn’t mean a damn thing.

Guess who has the smallest Ki capacity in the whole academy? Oh, just one of the descendants of the Hero. I mean, it’s totally normal for that to happen, right?

Perhaps that's why sometimes I have a bit of an anger problem. When someone compares me to my brothers, in which one is a famous general, another a magician with his own tower, and one is a merchant who controls half the market in the city, I lose my shit.

I'm not complaining, but what has my Heroes blood done for me? Sometimes, I have doubts that I’m a legitimate son. I have no talents that a Hero’s descendant should have. 

THUD*

DAMN WHO HIT MY DESK. I jumped up, ready to throw some fists.

“DAMN WHO HIT MY DESK!!! I’m gonna … beat…. Nevermind ignore me please.”

Looking straight in from of me was my sister. As my twin sister, she is in the same age and class as me. And she does not look happy right now. I gotta run.

I immediately stood up, ready to dash out the front door into freedom, away from school and my sister as well.

The next thing I knew, my face had slammed into the desk. Wait no, I mean the desk slammed into my face.  

Following my cry of pain, was a flurry of fists. See, my sister hates it when people threaten her, insult her, or anything of the sort. And she hates it the most when I do it.

Honestly, it wasn’t even my fault. It’s not like I was the one who told her to hit my desk and not expect me to retaliate. Like what the heck. 

In any case, due to my surprising resilience which comes from getting beat up daily, I was able to get up without much trouble.

While rubbing my nose, I look up, glancing around at my friends to see if they’ll support me. But I know they won’t, with them fawning over my own sister. I swear, every last one of them is in love with my sister. And that’s just creepy. 

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However, my sister does deserve the title of being one of the four “Goddesses” in the academy’s recent years. If she wasn’t my sister, I’d probably be in love with her too. With her beautiful long blond hair she lets loose, hanging on her shoulder, along with a perfect skin tone neither too dark nor white, and looking as pure as an angel. Except the angel always happens to have an impish smile on her face when she faces me.

“Axel, Haven’t I told you to always call me sister, and not be rude? What if it wasn’t me that hit your desk? Would you still threaten them?”

“Of course not, see, I knew it was you. If not, why would I yell at a stranger? You are my twin sister, my dear sister, and I would never threaten you. You must have heard something else.”

I glance around the room again, this time searching for an escape route. Who would want to be locked in conversation with this demoness. Although she may look like an angel, she’s not. She’s a demon in disguise.

The impish smile on her face grew wider. “In that case, why don’t we have a friendly fight? Since you are my dear brother, we should train together.”

I panicked. “Oh no no,  I would never dare raise my hand against a lady. Never in my life. I swear on the—— ”

“So I’m not a lady?!” A book, attached to a hand, attached to a arm, which happened to be attached to a girl with large rimmed glasses flew at my face. Lets just say, she’s not the exactly the prettiest girl on campus.

However, this glasses girl has quite the impression on me. Why? She tutors me after school. It is not fun, listening to someone my age, sprouting some intellectual nonsense at me. Of course fists would fly. I can't sit still for that long. I'm sure she wouldn't hold a grudge for that.

Well, sometimes I would mess with her a bit here and there, the occasional bug in her bag, smashed bug in her book, or pictures drawn in her other books. Other times include hiding her glasses, and stealing/eating her lunch. It was all in good fun.

But perhaps that's why she's retaliating here.

I tried to dodge, but my reaction speed isn’t the best. The book smashed into my face, leaving behind an indent. Or at least I think there was one. It hurt so much. I felt like a donkey kicked me in the face.

“Aghhhhh my face, my beautiful face!      It’s ruined! You’re not a lady, you're a brute!”

I roll around all over the floor, gracing the marble floor with my presence. It should be grateful for all the love I'm giving it.

I don’t think my face is broken yet. I pat my face, feeling my bones to see if they are still proper. They are.

I shoot a glare at the glasses girl who cringes. Ouch. Does my face look that deformed right now??

My glare prompts an immediate “sorry” from her, while my sister begins to brainwash her to believe that what she did was proper.

I heard her say:

“Oh no don't apologize. It's his fault anyways. He insulted you and didn't apologize. And remember all the times bugs appeared in your bag? He doesn't deserve your apology.”

While all this is going on, my classmates began to gather around, interested in this loud commotion.

I see an opening, and now my escape plan is ready. I begin rolling toward the crowd, hoping to use it as cover.

All the while, I shoot daggers at the glasses girl, who reaches over to pick up her book she slammed into my face.

“See dear brother, maybe we should have a training session after all. Your reaction time seems to be lacking. Oh, and don’t forget to apologize for hurting her in the past. It’s what your dear brothers would do.”

Oh man, she just said the wrong thing. I don’t care if she’s my sister or not. She’s going down.

Nobody, and I mean nobody, mentions my brothers in front of me.

I get up, and fling the glasses girl aside. Then, with arms spread wide, I charge straight at her.

“What a Hero, you prideful weaklilng. You’re a disgrace to our family.”

All of a sudden, I feel a slight force hitting the bottom of my chin, and my lights go out.

Shit, she got me again.