*Grit Grit*

"Graaah!" Vanity hacked and slashed with all her might. Using a blunt piece of metal as her companion, she smashed her surroundings.

Because after all, the only companion capable of rivaling her personality would be those forged for blood, and the one above with a gorgeous purple loaf of hair.

Tables, chairs, unattended orphans. Nothing was safe from her not very blind rage and targeted fury.

"Saint's Blessing!" Spell after spell, light after light, healing, and medicine all bombarded her body. But nothing worked for her. Her mind was being devoured slowly and painfully. Every single second of her life was in constant pain and suffering.

From a small scratch at the back of her throat to a huge gaping hole in her head, she felt all kinds of pain mentally. "Why!"

She threw her sword at the ground and fell collapsed next to her blade. Laying on a pool of sweat, she grinded her teeth and clenched the air.

Rolling on the ground, she bash her superior slightly purple-haired head into the multiple perfectly created wooden spikes. With her neverending pain, she swam around the debris she created.

"Why Mezor why?" She pushed her arms against the hard stone ground. Crawling up, she faced pains in her corpse equivalent to thousands of underpaid children with coal-filled lungs hammering her flesh and fibers.

With no more tears to weep, she forced herself out of the now dangerous and unhabitable room towards her classroom. When suddenly alongside a burst of pain, an idea popped into her brain.

"Chicken soup."

Chicken soup. The legendary medicine created by the olden Gods, capable of curing any disease known to humanity and monsters, and of quite abundance after the sudden outbreak of poultry is none other than a yummy bowl of chicken soup.

"Mezor." She raised her right hand, pointing it high into the sky, and closed her eyes. "Please grant me a bowl of chicken soup so I can stop this immense suffering."

*Bock Bock*

Opening her eyes she spotted a normal white hen. "Oh thank you Mezor!" She marched towards the poultry. Maneuvering her aching hand, she grabbed a conveniently placed buzz saw from the ground.

In her book all about Mezor, on the 258th page, one of the multiple disciples, named Inn Zerk Manehill used their granted power to bless the famine villagers with a gaint tsunami of chicken soup.

And just like Inn Zerk Manehill, she was about to bless her stomach with the flesh of this chicken, who is guilty of multiple crimes against humanity, (which means it's okay to fucking murder this animal).

"Meet the apex predator." She slammed down the saw, hoping to cut her medicine alive but the chicken used its two versatile drumsticks to dodge.

"Religiously prick." The chicken exploded and multiple gray cable cords sprung out. The cable spun around, creating knots and forming a metallic skeleton.

On the very top where the skull was a metal sprinkle that doused the skeleton in a mixture of flesh, blood, hair, and cotton. The mixture harden and Finley laughed wonderfully in front of Vanity.

"Damn it!" Vanity threw her buzz saw to the ground with all her might. The saw dislodged and bounced all over the walls, before escaping out of the corridor.

"Hiyak! What the fuck!" The majestic call of a bird echoed down the hallway.

"Wait." She slapped her face and focused her eyes which were currently experiencing a pain akin to riding a water slide filled to the brim with razor blades, expired milk coupons, and the insides of multiple lemons.

"You." She pointed her finger at the dapper gentleman. "Help me find some chicken soup."

Silence... Finley pondered the sudden invitation. But luckily, a mind like his doesn't need time to finish pondering.

"Sure but only because you asked so nicely." Finley jumped into the air and landed on Vanity's head, his was now the size of an eggplant.

"Don't get too comfy now. You're resting on the future Saint's hair. You hear me!" With her declaration of status, she stomped out of the hallway and towards her destination.

Which was currently unknown.

"Where is the chicken soup?"

"To the soup shop obviously."

"A soup shop? In the Academy?"

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"Yes! The soup shop."

"Why would there be a soup shop in the Academy?"

"Not with that personality."

"What?"

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Arriving in front of the Academy's soup shop, Vanity and Finley we're faced with a sparkling obstacle. "Greetings there my classmates."

Ginto sat on a wooden chair, his arms resting on a wooden stand with craftmanship rivaling a kindergartener.

"Why do you have a soup stand?"

"Well, I had some extra time, and it's really easy to apply for a store so I went and did it. Please buy something." The stand was painted with dirt, disease, and the color pink.

"Of course. Give me chicken soup."

"I think you might have forgotten about one small detail." Said Ginto, his gauntlets laying on multiple metal cans.

"Seriously." She rested her hands on her waist with a slight tinge of annoyance coming from her voice and her equally annoying face.

"Steal the cans." Whispered Finley to Vanity's ear. With two big black horns and big bat-like wings, he sat on her shoulder, his body covered in a red tint.

"No, wait!" A small frail voice echoed from the opposite direction and grabbed her direction.

She turned her head to her other shoulder. Finley also sat on her opposite shoulder. This time he was illuminated by a holy light. With a halo and white feathery wings, he urged Vanity to change her mind.

"Kill him and eat his flesh."

"Shut up." She crushed her two guides and threw them into the ground like used syringes. "Now listen here, you greedy bitch!"

She slammed both of her fists into the wooden stand. "Give me chicken soup you lowly worm or else I showed you why people like you needed to wear armor in the first place."

"Woah! What is that supposed to mean? Asked a bloody puddle on the floor.

"Cowards! I'm talking about cowards."

"I see... I thought I had a rival there for a second."

Ginto did not reply to the duo's bickering, he simply grabbed a cardboard sign from inside his helmet and placed it on the stand.

> Please buy something!

"Do you have chicken soup or not?!" She said while scratching the stand with all enough strength to rip off her nails.

"Ahem." He faked a cough and pointed at the sign.

"I am buying something, you stupid shining toilet bowl."

"Please read this."

Vanity slapped her forehead and turned around. "What he is talking about?" Crouching down, she grabbed Finley like an overgrown rodent.

"Isn't it obvious?" Elongating his tiny face, he stretched and slithered towards her ear.

*Whisper whisper*

"You can't just say whisper to my ear."

"Vanity just say please to him."

"Seriously!" She turned back at Ginto who was currently surrounded by multiple signs with the symbol of money on them.

"Can I please have a can of chicken soup?"

"No..."

"Finley ready yourself..." She said while her eyes closed and her mouth formed a sweet pure smile.

"Ahem! Stupid idiot, I'm asking for money, not your worthless pleading."

"Graaaaah!" Vanity bit her lips, her eyes burning with an emotion uncommon to her. "You fucking bitch! How dare you embarrass me! I will fucking end your miserable life."

"Phsss." Finley tried to grab her attention but alas, her hurt ego refused to hear anything besides the sound emanating from her bitchiness.

"Suffer." She dived down to the very bottom of the stand. "Graaahh!" Emerging from the ground she lifted a silver maul into the air. As time slowed down in Ginto's helmet holes, a miracle occurred.

"Gyaahh!" A mental shock attacked Vanity. But it was not just any mental shock, it was an electric mental shock. Coursing through her flesh was the energy of a thousand watts. Of course, none of this was real and the pain was only imaginative but it was still extremely painful.

*Wham* The silvery Finley fell into the stand, crushing it and the cans.

"You got tomato soup on and in me." He fell to the ground, having watched his day's hard work get destroyed in seconds by a rude customer, he had lost all hope and motivation.

"This sucks. I hate this. Why do I have to suffer? This is utter bullshit. I give up. I'm going to bed." She threw the hammer onto the floor and began to walk away, her head glancing downwards at the floor.

*Krikikikiki*

As she walked defeated and hopeless, Finley who was now a big bug scurried beside her on the wall. "Are you giving up already?"

She lifted her hand and brang her thumb up. "Sleep stops the pain."

"Ehh? I didn't think you were a loser."

"Pardon?"

"I mean look at your shivering excuse of a face. Looks pathetic as fuck." Finley zigzagged up and down on the wall, his wings creating an annoying ear-scraping noise.

"Shut up!" She turned around swinging her arm at the wall.

*Crack*

Her arm collided with the wooden wall, her bones jumping out through her flesh. "Damn it!" She bent her arm back into place, her bones stick poking out.

"Weak and blind!" Finley jumped into the air, transforming into everybody's biggest fear. A person working for the tax collectors.

"AAaAaaAAAaAahh!" Ginto screamed in terror as he dropped his spear.

"Why are you here?" Said Vanity, looking gracefully and beautifully with her bloody spiked arm.

"I was uhh." He kicked the spear away from his feet and backed away. "Trying to kill this sheep." He said boastfully while swiping the thumb of his gauntlet under his neck.

*Tap Tap*

"Hey there rich fella, how about a small chat with me." Said Finley his bald head shining brightly and his black suit looking extremely dapper.

"You will never catch me alive!" Ginto ran away nimbly despite his gilded suit of armor.

*Krikikiki*

Finley crawled on the walls and pursued Ginto. "What a stupid development." Said Vanity, her head filled with nothing but the pain of getting dipped into a volcano.

"Anyway..." She began to walk down the corridor, leaving behind a trail of blood so she won't get lost.

"Where can I find myself some chicken soup?" She put her functioning arm onto her hip and pondered while she marched peacefully.

Looking at her disfigured arm, a brilliant idea came to her mentally damaged brain. "Soup rhymes with Death, and the death of love is uhh, which means I should visit the Academy's student council."

The student council... It's one of the things that are currently in the Academy. They do things that do something and that's about it. They certainly have a varying degree of importance in the Academy. Hmmm... Student council...

"Hahaha!" She walked forward and immediately tripped onto the floor. Her head smacked into the blood-stained carpet. "I forgot to heal my arm." With her words of regret, she passed into a deep slumber.

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"Oh... Vanity?" Carver stopped in his tracks. His feet began to shake and the violin inside him began to play a harmonic and high temporal melody.

"Fear... And a chance!" Just as he said, right now in front of him was a chance to operate on his past abuser. Overcoming his fear and using his thirst for knowledge and petty revenge, he carried Vanity off to his lab.

Walking with a saw on his back, Carver happily skipped before tripping into the floor.