The weight of realization settled in Kai's gut like a lead ball. As the instructors and teachers demanded explanations, their voices melted into a symphony of accusations. Before they could utter a word in defense, the leader of the group swiftly interjected, weaving a narrative that painted them as aggressors.

"They attacked us, sir! We were walking to class, and then they stopped us, mocking Damian for losing the other day. As his friends, we defended him, and that's when they turned violent."

As the instructors continued scolding Kai and Michael, Micheal attempts to explain the truth fell on deaf ears.

"I can't believe you would resort to violence!" scolded one of the instructors, a stern expression etched on her face.

"But we didn't! they attacked us!" Michael protested, his frustration evident."Check the security cameras or something"

"They aren't any here, this place is a blindspot"

Kai interjected

Micheal retorted angrily "So then what the fuck are we gonna do!? , those assholes are lying to their faces and they actually believe them"

However, Kai responded with silence, a simple shrug of the shoulders.

A large, muscular teacher with thick black facial hair, known as Mr. Wayne, spoke with a serious look, "And you, don't you think you should explain yourself as well?"

Kai chuckled at Mr. Wayne's question, his laughter carrying a hint of bitterness. "Why should I? You already think we're guilty. What's the point of arguing?"

Glancing around the crowd of students, Kai held up a piece of his red uniform. "And the reason you don't believe us is because of this, isn't it?"

The Red uniform, the color representing students of a cursed nature. There was still a massive division between the Gifted and cursed, the school has yet to bring the unity they had hoped for.

Kai continued, "It hasn't been that long since I became cursed, and I can already tell how everyone despises us. The looks, the whispers behind our backs. Deep down, you think we're all just pure evil."

Kai's words struck a chord with the cursed students in the crowd, echoing their shared experiences of prejudice.

"You condemn us without even knowing us," Kai declared, a mixture of anger and frustration in his voice.

Mr. Wayne responded sternly, "That uniform has nothing to do with it. Fighting against other students, with the exception of official spars, tournaments, and examinations is strictly forbidden."

"He wanted to hit me, so I returned the favor. It's as simple as that," Kai interjected, a hint of defiance in his eyes. "Frankly, I would do it all again if you ask me."

Kai's words pushed Mr. Wayne to his boiling point. "That's it, you two are coming with me! Let's see how long you'll keep that attitude up when I'm done with you."

Mr. Wayne's grip on both Kai and Micheal was astonishingly strong, making them wince in pain as he dragged them away.

As they were being pulled away, Kai glanced back at Marcus and his friends . "I won't forget this," he declared with a gaze that hinted at a brewing storm

"What's happening here?" Mr. Yu's authoritative voice echoed across the hallway, instantly drawing attention.

Kai and Michael's homeroom teacher, the elderly Mr. Yu, entered the scene, his presence commanding an air of authority. Observing both boys restrained by Mr. Wyatt and the growing crowd, his curiosity sparked.

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"Mr. Wayne, care to explain what's going on?" Mr. Yu inquired, his gaze piercing through the tension in the air.

The entire situation unfolded before Mr. Yu as both parties presented their versions of the story. Even Kai couldn't maintain his usual stubborn demeanor in the presence of the old man. There was an unspoken authority about him that inspired respect and fear

"I see."

Mr. Yu scanned the surroundings, searching for witnesses among the onlookers. However, not a single hand rose, and the absence of cameras in the blindspot area complicated matters.

"Well, Mr.Wayne since there are no witnesses, we cannot come to a conclusion with mere accusations," Mr. Yu calmly asserted.

Marcus interjected, pointing to their injuries, "mere accusations!, Look at what they did to us. We are the victims here!"

"Yes, I can see that. But it's not something to be proud of—seven against two, and you lost," Mr. Yu responded with a stern gaze. "If I were you, I would keep my mouth shut."

Michael struggled to contain his laughter, a difficult feat given the seriousness of the situation

"As I was saying, since we don't know who instigated it, we cannot draw proper conclusions. However, since both parties resorted to violence, they ought to be punished. I, as their homeroom teacher, will take responsibility for handling the punishment for my students. I suggest the other teachers do the same," Mr. Yu declared, asserting his authority.

"Anything else to add?" Mr. Yu questioned the gathered teachers.

Met with silence, Mr. Yu concluded, "I will take that as a no. Now, students, I believe you all have classes to attend. Get to them now!"

The large crowd dispersed immediately, leaving no trace of their presence

"I will speak to you two after classes are over. You can leave," Mr. Yu directed Kai and Michael.

*******

Damian entered the classroom, evidence of his intense training session apparent in the sheen of sweat on his forehead and the lingering scent of the training yard. The bitter taste of defeat still haunted him, driving him to spend more time honing his skills.

As he moved through the class, the peculiar glances from his classmates didn't escape Damian's notice. Their nervous avoidance of eye contact raised questions in his mind.

"What's going on with them?" he wondered, genuinely perplexed.

"Hey, Damian," Isaiah's voice called out, breaking his thoughts. "We need to talk."

"Hah, funny, because I have no desire to speak to you," Damian replied, attempting to walk away. However, Isaiah swiftly grabbed his arm, conveying urgency through his expression.

"It's important," Isaiah insisted.

Damian could tell by the gravity of Isaiah's expression that this was no ordinary conversation.

"Fine," Damian conceded, pulling his arm away. "What is it?"

Before Isaiah could respond, Kai's voice rang out accusingly.

"It was you, wasn't it?"

Kai and Michael had just walked into the class, their eyes fixed on Damian.

"What? What are you even talking about?" Damian questioned, completely puzzled by the unfolding situation.

"Don't even play that crap with me. You put Marcus and the others up to this, right?" Kai accused, his frustration boiling over.

"What the hell are you—"

"All because of a stupid spar!" Kai interjected, his voice escalating. "You were the one who told those idiots to attack us! And now, because of you, we might get suspended or even worse!"

"Have you gone mad? I would never do something that ridiculous. Seems like that curse of yours is starting to mess with your mind," Damian retorted, denying the accusations vehemently.

"Don't you dare deny it, you bastard!" Kai seethed, closing the distance between them. His punch, fueled by anger, was swiftly blocked by Isaiah, who intervened just in time.

"Stop it. Fighting won't solve anything; the situation has already been handled," Isaiah calmly asserted, standing between the two.

"Mind your own damn business," Kai shot back.

"Well then, back off before I REALLY make it my business," Isaiah warned, his tone firm.

Sensing the tension escalating, Micheal spoke up, trying to defuse the situation.

"He's right, Kai. Fighting will only make it worse." Micheal didn't want more trouble with the school, and the prospect of battling Isaiah wasn't on his agenda.

"Tch, fine," Kai finally relented, the stress of the situation seemingly taking a toll on him.

Staring directly at Damian, Kai issued a stern warning, "Sooner or later, we're gonna settle this."

He shoulder checked Isaiah before walking off to his seat.

"It's just one thing to another with that guy" Rebecca thought as she witnessed the spectacle

She shot a cold glance at Kai, her eyes revealing neither sympathy nor disdain.

As Kai and Michael took their seats, the whispers in the room intensified. Classmates exchanged uncertain glances, unsure of how to approach the duo.

Kai honestly wanted to skip classes after what had happened, but today's lesson was something he couldn't afford to miss—a history class ominously titled "The History of Monsters."