POV : Yamamoto Ren (Arcane Master)

Ah highschool, the place where the stress of growing up and the stress of fitting in join forces to destroy even the strongest of us, the place that's mostly use to find friends and to teach us how to fend off a team of out of touch assholes, known as the principal, counselor, teachers and ex-Marine drill sergeant (gym teacher).

For most people, high school is a nightmare in real life, this isn't applied to me, however, as I'm one of the more popular people. My grade is high, despite not studying much and most of the teachers love me even though I'm always late for school. Basically what I'm trying to say is that high school life is great, but a little boring.

I admit, it's boring spending half a day reading some crappy books that you might never use, and yes, I did say I want school to be more enjoyable. But this isn't what I meant when I said 'enjoyable' ! I mentally scream, looking towards the two fully armed man standing on the pulpit.

What even more annoying is that I can't use my ability to beat these son of bitches up at all because they set up a power disruptor around our school. Not to mention those guns in their hands, which also made off of the same technology as the ability disruptor, one shot of that nasty thing and ability-user could happily spend their next five months on a wheel chair without any ability whatsoever.

To understand what exactly happened, we need go about twenty minutes back in time. It was a normal day like any others, I was leisurely eating my lunch box, which was prepared by Akira on the rooftop alone, when suddenly the ability disruptor barrier was raised.

I, of course found this weird, but didn't check because only the government has access to this kind of tech - Oh ! How wrong I was. Those who raised the barrier were actually the extremist terrorist group called the Anti-Powered. For one reason or another, whether it is revenge or just pure excitement from killing ability-users, I don't know, but these guys have existed since the day the first ability-user, Black Thunder, was born, which was over eighty years ago.

It is not like the government and us heroes haven't tried to capture or wipe them out, but these guys life-force are even more vigorous than we thought, wiped one group and another will pop out of nowhere, they are like cockroach, only more deadly and annoying. Just this year alone, these son of bitches have killed over thousands of people all over the world, committing countless crimes of all kind, from theft to mass murder.

As for the reason they target our school, I guess it's because seventy-five percent our school is made out of ability-users. Only sons and daughters from the most prestigious families or the most excellent students in the country can go to this school and most of these people are ability-user, of course you can bypass those two conditions if you are willing to pay the price, but that price is often shockingly high, so high that most can't afford it.

The only reason why I'm even in this school is because of my perfect grades, not that I like this school or anything, sitting around half a day with a bunch of arrogant brats is not my style, it was only due to Akira's pleading that I accepted the scholarship they gave out.

Though I now that I actually attend it, it isn't so bad. The teachers used to hate my guts for coming to school late, but my academic grades are so high that they don't even mind it, thus I'm given the right to be late, not that they actually said it out loud though.

Only after gun shots echoed through the entire school that I finally realized my mistake. Unfortunately, it was already too late, I was captured by one of the terrorist and thrown inside my class along with my classmates.

As for why we are still alive, I can only think of one reason and that's their captured leader, Lucius Thorn. They probably want to use us as their trading card for him, but that doesn't add up, why would they trade an entire school of ability-users for one man ? With our value, they should be able to trade for something valuable.

"Just what's these son of bitches planning ?" I mutter under my breath, not noticing one of the armed terrorist is standing right next to me.

"The fuck did you say !!?" The bastard glares at me and roars out. Geez, there's no need to be so angry, I bet this isn't the first time you are insulted anyway.

"Nothing." I calmly reply, not hidding the dissatisfaction on my face in the slightest. Pissed, the terrorist lifts his gun and bashes its butt plate down my head.

Grinning slightly, I push the gun out of the way using the back of my hand, punch him in the nut and follow through with a uppercut, knocking him out cold. As his body falls backwards, I gracefully sweep his feet in the front, balancing his body.

My hand quickly grabs the gun and I turn the unconscious terrorist, using him as my shield. This all happened in less than a minute so the other terrorist didn't react fast enough, he only realises it when I already have broken-nut over here as my meat shield.

I've spent years perfecting my martial arts, not to mention my biggest nemesis, the Void Cat has the ability to nullify all abilities within twenty meters around her, without my martial arts, there's no way I can even hope to fight her and that woman is good, enhanced strength and agility from cat DNA, fast thinking capability, night vision and most of all, ten years of learning martial arts according to her.

"Motherfucker ! I'mma kill you!" Breaking off my thoughts, the other terrorist yells, readying his gun.

With a gentle smile, I say. "Goodbye." And pull the trigger on the gun I took from the unconscious terrorist. As it's an automatic gun, I don't let go of the trigger even after first shot, simply because the other terrorist hasn't died yet. The shot only penetrated the previously unconscious, now dead meat shield of mine.

After twenties continous shot in the same place, the bullets finally pierces through my meat shield and the last ten bullets fly their ways inside the other terrorist, the force is so strong that it knocks the terrorist against the wall behind him. Needless to say, that guy also follows his friend footstep, dying a miserable death.

Why did I kill him, you ask ? Because the law permits it of course. You see, for normal villains, the law still protects them in some ways, but the Anti-Powered terrorist group is an exception to that, they're to be killed on sight, though the government prefers capturing them and 'nicely ask' for informations from those who were captured.

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After witnessing the terrorists gruesome deaths, my classmates and teacher look at me terrified. I don't balme them for this though, after all they just saw me shoot two guys to death with an ability-disruptor gun, the blood and gore sticking on my face don't help either as even I must admit I look like a psychopath serial killer at the moment.

"So are you guys coming or not ?" I ask, glancing around the room while taking the clothes from the dead terrorist who was leaning against the wall.

They're wearing nanotech suit so relatively small mark like gun shots can be patched. The automatic repair function doesn't work on too big of a tear however. That's also why I didn't take the meat shield suit and chose the second terrorist instead.

After I'm done robbed him of his suit, I casually throw the corpse aside and start taking my uniform off. But before that. "Do you mind ?" I say to my class, the males only mutter in annoyance for a bit while the females have varied actions. Some scream in a annoyingly high-pitched voice, some click their tongues, some just turn their faces away in embarrassement and others even watch with great interest. Not that I mind it, it's not like I'm some pure high school girl anyway.

... Though I'll mind it if you watch me while breathing like a female dog in heat, ya' know ? Yeah ! I'm looking at you, fat girl.

Noticing my emotionless gaze, fat girl swallows a mouthful of saliva and downcastly turns away. With that, I start taking off my clothes piece by piece, starting with my shirt. Soon, my perfectly toned body with six packs and firm, but not overly big muscles are revealed. For some reason, erotic loud gasps could be heard in the background, which make me extremely uncomfortable.

Then I move on to my pant, which make the gaspa grow even bigger, and I'm pretty sure that's a male voice... Just what the fuck is wrong with you guys and miss Yasmine ! Why are you looking at me like that too ? Jesus Christ ! My class are creepy.

Thus begins the most horribly experience of my life, which consisted of erotic gasps from many people, mostly females but there are some males too... I swear I'll never ! You know what ? Nevermind. It's nit like they will stop even if I told them to anyway, why bother ? It's also quite fortunately for me as the terrorist group has put up a blocking device for nanobot so noone can use them or I'll probably have pictures of myself changing clothes filling the internet by tomorrow.

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And last but not least, the helmet. I pick up the big helmet laying freely on the ground and put it on, finishing my disguise. Just as I reach for the door, someone from the other side open it. As fast as lightning, I move my gun, aiming at the person.

It's one of the terrorist too, but his clothes tell me he's more of a scout rather than a fighter or gunman. "What are you doing man ? We're on the same side. I..." I immediately cut him short. "Do not put me with your disgusting group, now go inside and tell me what exactly it is that you guys are planning."

Realising who I am, the terrorist face noticably pales several shades. It doesn't take too long to extract informations from this bastard as he's a coward. Apparently, the terrorist group has this new technology some anonymous guy gave them, this is used to hack into people nanobot, sounds awesome but they can only be used within fifty meters and the process is extremely long, can easily take one to two hours.

The nanobot if use correctly, can temper with people's mind, they had proved this in one of their experiment. So here are their big plan, they want to use the brainwashed students to wreak havoc everywhere, dishonoring ability-users while the more important students in prestigious families will take one hacking machine each - They have ten of these machines - And go brainwash their parents. My first theory of them wanting to use us as trading card for their leader is only half right, that's more of a smoke bomb throw out for the government, brainwashing people is their real plan.

Walking outside with gun in hands, I close the door to my class and tell them to stay put, miss Yasmine immediately refute. "NO ! We're going together ! You can't possibly fight a whole team of terrorist by yourself !!!"

"Then can any of you fight ?" I ask, eyebrow slightly lifted. "I'm asking if any of you can fight and I mean real fight, martial arts and shooting gun, not the occasionally brawling between students."

Looking ashamed of themselves, everyone lowers their heads. I continue. "None of you can even withstand a bit of gore without gasping and you're too relied on your abilities, completely neglects your hand-to-hand and weapons combat. Having you guys around will only slow me down, if not straight out kill me." Then I directs my gaze at miss Yasmine. "I'm going alone, those son of bitches won't be able to kill me anyway, they're just like you guys, relied too much on their weaponry without actual training."

As I walk out of the classroom, a thought hit me and I turn to my homeroom teacher, miss Yasmine. "Oh yeah ! I want to ask you something." She nods her head saying. "I'm listening." With a mischievous smile, I ask. "If I save the world will you give me a kiss ? I've never kissed a teacher before."

Miss Yasmine freezes, blanking out at my question. Finally she regains her composure and say bashfully while covering her crotch with her hands. "If you really save the world, I'll give you more than a kiss." Holy.shit.that.really.worked.

Looking up and down at the not just young but also beautiful teacher, I swallow my saliva while my class is shocked by miss Yasmine answer. Actually Yasmine is not old, she has only finished her college not long ago and is only twenty-four this year.

Her body is what you would call the body of a model, if Void Cat leans more on the slimmer side, Yasmine is definitely the bountiful type with her large pair of breasts and big round ass. To be honest dying in that pair of breasts does not sound so bad. Not to mention her strict and serious personality combine with that embarrassed face is like a goddess, her shimmering long blonde hair flows with the wind, bringing out her beautiful light blue eyes.

"Seriously ? Do you really mean it ?" I ask again in confirmation and receives a nod. Walking out of the classroom with stoic face, I keep mutter the sentence. "Don't you dare let me die here or I will kill you, you hear me, gods ? Don't you dare !!!"

And thus, our hero begins his slaughter...