Chapter 1 - The Academy’s Principal

“Take out your weapon before you even have a chance to do so. If you don’t, there’s only so far I can go with my warrior’s code.”

“As expected of boss, giving others mercy before their death, truly worthy of respect and honor.”

“Che, stop with your load of bullsh*t. You aren’t worthy for me to take out a weapon. You’re just a lowly sophomore...che, who’s just B Rank. You dare stain my image with your disgusting glances, I cannot be filled with any more disdain.”

“Y-you, you b*tch, here I come, you ungrateful transfer.”

He ran. He charged straight at the transfer. When he reached into striking range, he used [Attack [Simple Execution] ], which as the name suggested, consisted only of a straight sweeping motion, allowing for perfection only in the realm of speed. It hit. It sliced the transfer’s neck cleanly. He didn’t stop until it completely decapitated the transfer…

“As expected of boss, your simple execution was so fast, his body still can’t register it.” Tanyu’s friend had already assumed his boss would win, saying it just as the attack started.

At least, that’s what everyone thought he did. Yet, once they waited for another few seconds, the transfer’s head still did not fall off.

“What the f*ck, what happened? Sh*t, did I miss? You one lucky son of a b*tch. I’ll go again and use the same move again.”

“No, no, you did nothing wrong...except for being way too slow. It seems I moved slightly out of range of your weapon and stepped right back into place, but of course a slow person like you didn’t notice. As expected of just a B Rank.”

“B*llshit, I just missed.” He stepped back and charged again. [Attack [Simple Execution] ]

It “missed”. [Attack [Simple Execution] ] It “missed” again.

Tanyu began to panic and started to retreat until his back was pressed against the east wall of the stadium. However he could not leave the stadium.

“Still not convinced? Fine, die unconvinced for me.” The transfer started walking towards Mura Tanyu. The clack of the transfer’s metal shoes rang out, bringing more attention to the transfer’s overall attire. It was incredible impoverished attire, a brown cloak riddle with holes over a similarly brown and tattered shirt. He wore light, bland blue shorts, which were, like the rest, already worn out. It seemed that he spent all of his money on his metal shoes, which were pointed like a spear.

He continued to walk towards the cornered Mura. He was taking his time, as if mocking Mura’s cowardice in continuing the fight.

“Hey, I’ve heard if you corner a dog, it’ll turn and fight back. Where’s your rowdy spirit I saw from before, huh? Too afraid? Be a dog, fight me.” Anyone could hear the pure disdain the freshman had towards Tanyu.

Mura Tanyu began to scream and charged at the calm transfer. He was in such a panic that he only slashed wildly. Again, it seemed as if the sword went through the transfer. Then, his head fell off. Barely anybody had seen the transfer student dodge or attack.

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Only the best of the best in the academy could at least see a blur. A blur of the transfer’s hand hitting Mura. Logically, even if the speed was real, the transfer’s hand should’ve been ripped apart due to the blood in his body turning into miniature blades under the speed. Next, the hand should’ve also broke after contact with Mura according to Newton’s third law. Yet, the transfer student had defied all logic.

No, that wasn’t the case. The transfer’s move was simply interpreted incorrectly. He did something different. There was a blur. There was contact with the head. Mura’s head did fall off. None of this was false. But, somewhere within that sequence, there was a mistake.

“Hahaha, you stúpid child. F*ckin weaklings. Who’s next, ya f*cktards? Care to play a game?” Before even waiting for a reply, the transfer started chasing after Mura’s friends.

He ran up to them, fully prepared to use the same unseeable move. However, right when he struck at the first person, he hit a barrier that turned purple upon impact. The recoil reached back at him and it seemed as if he immediately appeared onto a cracked wall of the stadium.

The transfer spat out blood. “F*ck!”

“You guys, it’s the principal!” “Oh sh*t, it actually is! That’s her barrier ability!”

“Unbelievable, she’s the youngest principal in the history of Asashin Academy. She’s only 18 this year, which is the same age as the seniors.”

“Haven’t you heard, her ability is the first SSS ability in Japanese history. She can create force fields and invisible weapons literally out of nothing.”

“Y’know what’s cooler? It’s her dad. He’s was a F-talent, but he still became the principal in the end. He’s literally the F-talent’s hero.”

“Yeah, he was an embarrassment to the prodigious Shime Family at first, but then he rose up all the way to the top. It could easily be the plot of a fantasy. Simply incredible.”

As if on cue, the principal began to drift down onto the stadium, standing on a purple board. She landed beside the transfer, who was still slammed into the wall.

“I’m impressed. Only one casualty? That’s a sh*t ton of restraint for someone like you, isn’t it...Akira? Aight, Kanzaburo-kun, heal him up.”

“Of course, Shime-sama.” A man of 18 years of age ran out of a side gate and began to surround Akira in a green aura. The injuries almost instantly disappeared. This was the ability of a SS healer. He was the personal healer of the principal, as well as the secretary of the student council.

Quickly, Akira was able to stand up. “F*ck y---.” The principal had immediately slapped him. He crashed against the opposite wall of the stadium.

“Kanzaburo-kun, go heal him again.”

“Y-yes.” At this point, the medic was surprised he was still going to get healed. Didn’t he just attempt to slander Shime-sama? But as a subordinate of the principal, he did as he was told and healed Akira again.

He stood up. “F*---.” The principal grabbed his mouth and lifted him into the air.

“You dare? Stop your stupid, tough act.” She dropped him back to the ground, where he collapsed, unable to stand back up.

The crowd up around the stadium began to whisper. Shouldn’t he be dead by now? Why is the principal being so merciful today? WTF?

Akira sagged. “C’mon let me speak. Why are you so violent today?”

WTF? The question should be why the principal is being so merciful today, thought everybody.

The principal started pinching his cheeks in a relatively cute way, contradicting her incredibly pissed-off face. “How about you think about wtf you are doing right now?”

“I literally killed one person ‘cause he challenged me first. For no reason at all too! Like c’mon, that guy was so violent and cocky it’s unbelievable. He’s literally insulting the school’s honor. Think about it, I’m just a lowly transfer who wasn’t done anything wrong yet. I gave a nice speech telling everyone to ignore me. Where did I go wrong?” The transfer spoke in a way that made him sound incredible innocent.

How f*ckin annoying can a transfer student be? God dammit, literally, the principal should’ve killed him ten thousand times already. She has already done that with so many other students, including transfers.

“No, no, no! God dammit Akira. You’re coming with me. To the office, you little hypocritical punk!” She began to pull him by the ear and began dragging him before creating another purple board and flying towards her office.

She’s pulling him by the ear? What kind of punishment is that? Who wouldn’t want that? I’m dreaming. I’m so dreaming. FFFF*CCKKKK.

“No, stop it, it hurts!”

“Pff, what is it suppose to do? Feel good? That’s a load of bullsh*t.”

“Ok, ok, I’m sorry, onee-sama.”

“…” ← Everybody but Akira and the principal

“...ah, I f*cked up didn’t I?”

“Y-yo-you, oh, you are so in f*cking trouble.”