An angry figure swaggered through the academy school grounds. His uniform was as sloppy as Aidan’s, his scowl worse, his teeth razor sharp and eyes rough. He seemed to be searching for someone. He walked a bit faster, pushing his way past people, ignoring them as he bumped into them.

“There he is.” The figure grinned. “Aidan Crow!” he yelled. Aidan was talking to Tsukihi, she seemed to be scolding him on something as the figure walked up to him.

“Challenge me to a fight! I’m ready to kick your ass!” He boasted, grabbing Aidan by the scruff of his shirt.

“See something you like?” Aidan said, knocking his hand away. “Get in line pal. Everybody and their mother wants to pick a fight with me these days.” Aidan looked at him from head to toe. “Who are you anyway?”

“Glad you asked.” He said, taking a toothpick from his shirt pocket and putting it in his mouth. “Name’s Bessel Manchester.”

“What?”

“Transfer student. Entrance score 65, and I’m here to pick a fight with you.” He said.

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“Like I said.” Aidan replied. “Get in line. Literally. I have four fights already lined up. You’re gonna have to wait your turn.”

“Oh, of course of course. Where do I pick up my number… guess I’ll have to…”

Bessel swung, connecting with Aidan’s jaw and sending him flying against the wall.

“Oh. Might have been a little too hard for ya.” He laughed.

“Hey! Fighting is forbidden outside the ring.” Tsukihi scolded. “Im going to have to fine you.”

“Kurahara.” Aidan said, pushing her aside. “I’m going to have to kick this guy’s ass.”

“If you fight back, I’m going to have to fine you too.” She said.

Aidan pushed her aside, approaching Bessel, one good arm ready.

“Ain’t gonna do much.” Bessel said.

Aidan struck him hard, knocking him off his feet. His back hit the ground, but he bounce back up, recovering easily.

“Not bad. But if you really wanna put the hurt, you’re gonna have to use the good arm.” He pointed at Aidan’s arm in a sling.

“What you say?” He said, surprised.

“You heard me.” Bessel grinned.

“That’s a shame, cause I think this arm is all I need.” He readied his left arm, approaching Bessel, who raised his leg in a bizarre stance.

The two combatants circled each other, before charging in, Aidan with a punch, and Bessel with a kick. Tsukihi flashed stepped between them, blocking both the punch and the kick, before striking each in stomach sending both flying backwards in different directions, all in less than five seconds.

Both combatants blacked out. It was a draw.