As the teacher droned on in class about some battle or another in history that nobody cares about I was sweating in my uniform in the scourching summer heat trying to look like I was paying attention as this was the last lesson of the day. Lately life and school were becoming monotonous and seemed to lose all colour to me.

I looked around the classroom at the students nearest me and saw a boy passing a note to the girl next to him. Probably another confession for the girl as she was the aknowledged school idol Virginnia Batefield. Blonde hair tied in a pony tail down to the waist stopping at a pert butt with long luscious legs and a juicy bust the size of my head everyone wanted her. A calm, sweet demeanor and friendly to everyone she got at least two confessions a day. It just shows how much she stood out in a school of seven thousand and she was at the top of the most wanted list by men and certain type of females. I quickly looked elsewhere lest I was caught staring which would have caused me problems

I had no chance with her as I was pretty much the oddball. At 6'4 I had a well toned physique from the years of martial arts training and sports I had played so that was a plus but that was pretty much all I had going for me. Ok sure I was intelligent but I mostly kept to myself as I wasn't a people person. My father was a method actor which could be fun as I learnt quiet a few useful things from him like survival skills for a piece he had to do. My mother was a business tycoon heir to a massive multinational company. Both were great jobs but required a lot of time away so they never had time for me so I was shunted from one nanny to another growing up and I found that the sort of people I was expected to socialise with only cared more money and status. If either one disappeared so would they. No loyalty at all.

 I looked to my other side to see my archenemy John Black sticking chewing gum on the under side of the desk with a smirk. I shook my head and thought to myself honestly how do we get scum like that here? Then I recalled that his father was the school chairman and he could get away with practically anything and did. Like bullying people which unfortunately for me I was his favourite target as well as other activities drinking and smoking. Whenever a report was made with no matter how many witnesses it would be swept under the rug as if nothing happened.

The class representative was a Japanese girl  that looked like the librarian type with glasses, long black hair and modest chest named Yuki Sato. For some reason she thought it her mission to annoy me constantly. Always asking me to join some form of club or another or to help her with her work. Maybe she thought I was lonely and she may have been right once but I think I have gone past that point to nonchalance. I simply don't care if I have any friends or not that way I can never be betrayed or forced to rely on anyone. Other then that she was a passionate, driven sweet girl from what I know.

This school was a multinational academy as it had as recently as two years ago started having sister schools in other countries and setting up student exchange programmes. to cater to the different students we had things like a dojo and baseball field so as to make it easier to exchange culture and experience. We currently had half the school as English, some French, a few hundred Americans as well as several hundred  of Japanese, Chinese and other European and Oriental countries. Originally the academy was two high schools built just after the second world war on opposite sides of a road that merges 30+ years ago into one school. It had three floors with dorms, swimming pools and various sports fields. A former student billionaire died and donated all of his money to the school to modernize it and make it a pioneer project that would spread across the world as his vision on how schools and counties should be. All of us holding hands in peace and friendship while getting along and learning together. Yeah right as if that would ever happen. As long as two humans exist we would fight over something as it is our nature. The academy was named after him.

Unable to zone out and wanting to waste time I put my hand up and asked the teacher "Miss can I got to the toilet?"

"Can't you wait Robert as the lesson finished in fifteen minutes" she replied

"No I really can't as I have been holding it for the past two periods"

She sighed and nodded and I rushed out the door in a half waddle to make it look like I really needed to go. After being in the restroom stall and checking my phone for five minutes I heard some fast paced breathing sounding almost like panting. Strange I could have sworn all the stalls were empty as I came in and the door creaks so I know nobody came in after me. The heavy breathing continues and if anything getting faster and there were banging sounds coming from the stall next to me to which I thought there is no way someone is bashing one of is there? I mean seriously who does that is a public toilet?

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"Oi no pun intending but knock it off" I shouted while banging on the stall wall hard. Unfortunately I hit the wall so hard that the crappy lock rattled around and the door came open.

Well no use staying here I guess and I did manage to kill some time so I might as well go back to class now rather then listening to what that guy is up to. As I looked in the mirror and washed my hands I heard the sound of flushing and two small scaley brown humanoid creatures came out with crude little blades in hand They looked like a a lizard had mated with a wolf with both scales and fur with a tail at the back.

What the fuck?! Cosplaying midgets? How did they get here? I whirled around not believing what my eyes saw in the mirror and sure enough it was almost identical to what the refection in the mirror showed. Only my shouting had drawn their attention and they had identical evil grins on their faces. After some inane gibbering they sharted to more towards me and as I looked at them I saw Kobold Scout level 6 and Kobold Scout level 8 of their heads.

Somewhat stupified I just stared at them as the level 6 slashed its crude dagger at me causing a shallow scratchon my arm and a bizarre -2 to appear in front of my eyes. "Ah you wanker that fucking hurt like a bitch" I yelled. I lifted my right leg and gave the creature a size 10 boot the the chest sending it sprawling  back like a cannonball into the one behind it into the stall that I had so recently vacated. One of my flaws is when I get hurt I get angry and get stronger. The more I get hurt the angrier and stronger I become and I literally go berserk and see red.

I picked up one Kobold and threw him face first down the toilet then placed my foot on him to hold him there and the other was in my right hand as I repeatedly slammed him into the rear wall which was made out of concrete and tiled. After the creature was dazed I forced hit head back and in my rage took a bite out of his throat. I had no weapon so that would have to do.

-10 critical hit

Bleeding status inflicted

Both messages popped up in front of me and I raised the ceramic lid of the tank place the Kobold on said tank and brutally smashed the lid on him one, twice then a third time for good measure and it went limp.

-5

-5

-3

Exp gained 20

At this point I turned my attention to the kobold that was still struggling in to get its head out of the water and I thought do I leave it down there to drown or can this thing breathe under water? According to all the games and fantasy book I have read Kobold weren't water breathing creatures and needed oxygen just like humans so it should drown. Eventually the creature ceased struggling and I got:

Exp gained 25

Level up to level 2

Level up to level 3

Funny death by bogwash or swirly whatever way you want to call it. What a way to go I smirked. Seriously though what is going on here? Am I in a dream or has the world gone mad and nobody told me? Feels like I am in an RPG game which were always my favourite but if that were the case its not like any that I know of. I mean for starters when was a Kobold ever the first monster encountered it is always rats that the person has to kill first right? Any why does it feel so real and hurt so damn much?