It is a cloudy morning without even the smallest peak of the sun showing. There is a dirt shack on a hill. Everywhere around the shack is filled with wheat. A young man steps out of the shack with a tattered school uniform and barely held together boots and begins his walk.

"The walk today doesn't seem so unbearable," Marcus says.

"We’ll be out of here soon," says Götz, appearing from the wheat fields.

"What are you, a scarecrow?" "Just waiting outside your house like a normal human."

"If I'm a scarecrow, then you're a scarehoe cause you have no bitches."

"Fuck you"

"Fuck you too"

"Can’t wait to go to class today?" Marcus says, mockingly.

"I don't know why we even go there if we don’t get taught about magic for shit," Götz says.

"It’s the whole kingdom's equality shit. The nobles like to pretend that everyone has an equal chance so that they don't feel bad about the living conditions disparity," says Marcus.

"Also our teacher is useless as hell," Götz says.

"They didn't get a good education, so we can either lmao," Marcus says.

"Did you just audibly say lmao you fucking werido?" Götz says.

"Shut up," Marcus says.

The teens arrive at their school building, the school yard has no bell and no gate. Walking in, the door falls off its hinges and shatters, then various forms of termites scurry out of the wood. Going through the halls, there is an assortment of empty, dusty lockers that haven't been used since the school's founding. Walking into the classrooms, there is another brawl, and the teacher is sleeping.

"The teacher is sleeping, dude. How can he even have a job?" Marcus says.

"There are no accreditation tests, nothing to prove we are being educated, and even if the students complained, nobody would care." Götz says

"Makes sense, more people who can fight means more people that can revolt."

"So, what do you want to do then?" asks Götz excitedly.

"Best way to learn how to fight is to fight, and we came here to learn" Marcus says.

"Corny" mutters Götz.

Both of the teens jump into the fray, with Götz smacking people with flying bits of rock and dirt. Everyone stays away from the areas that Götz is trying to fight. Marcus, on the other hand, doesn't do so well. Marcus has 5 magic bots shot at him, much smaller and weaker than the ones shot by the inspector. They disappear a few inches before hitting his face. Marcus is by no means a small man. Standing at 6'1 and weighing in at 220 pounds, he is rather large, but the issue is, no matter how big you are, five people will typically kick your ass. The kids begin mass firing magic bolts at Marcus, some made of fire, some made of water, and some made of air. All of them, no matter the distance, seem to fall short just before reaching Marcus. Then Marcus begins to start isolating different people. He runs down the hallway having all of them chase him, but since they all have different running speeds, they all line up in a nice orderly one-on-one fight. Marcus hits the first teen with a solar plexus punch, the next with an ax kick. The third tries to block Marcus, but a well-timed Brazilian kick bypasses it all. The fourth teen runs behind Marcus and grabs him, while the fifth charges an attack.

"You're strong but not as strong as my magical strength. Why would you even train muscles?" asks the fourth

"Look, if you saw your first three friends get their asses kicked, what made you think, 'Oh yeah, I'm just different’ ?" Marcus mocks

Marcus's hip throws the fourth teen just as the fifth teen fires his attack. The entirety of the attack is absorbed by the fourth teen, but his body flies back and it crashes against Marcus, sending him flying. The fifth teen tries to follow up but passes out.

"Mana overuse is a bitch, aint it?" Marcus says, as he begins to run to Götz. Back in the classroom, it is like something out of a cheesy action movie. Götz is standing on a pile of his fellow unconscious classmates, looking out into the sunset.

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"Thanks for the help, limp dick." Götz says.

"Yeah, same goes for you too. Maybe instead of piling up your classmates, you could have, I don't know, helped me?" Marcus says

"Either way, I’m gonna bounce, not like there is anything else to do here."

"Same here."

"Same time tomorrow?"

"I am pretty sure we have to by law."

Both teens leave the school with their destruction in their wake. They begin to walk out of the schoolyard but remember that they live close to one another. They awkwardly walk next to one another in silence for the rest of the trip until Götz has to go another direction. Marcus begins to walk towards the dome. Halfway between the dome and his house, there is an old shack. Walking inside, there is another teen sitting in an old wooden chair. Unlike the other two monsters, he is a "modest" 5'9" and 180 pounds.

"Been a minute, Caecus" Marcus says

"I'd say a little more than a minute," Caecus says.

"-_-"

"How the fuck did you say that?"

"Anyway, what's it like up in the dome?"

"Boring, people there are annoying," Caecus says, rolling back in his chair.

"Sounds about right."

"Yeah, well, from what it sounds like, I am going to be able to go and fight in the dome."

"Hype."

"Not a big fan of me going then?"

"Even if you climb the ranks there they are still not going to treat you the same, you know that right?"

"Yeah, but if they don't, I’ll just kick their ass," Marcus says, punching the air

"Okay yeah, sure dude."

"Fuck you."

"What do you want to do, play cards or u." "What do you w

Marcus and Caecus play cards until dark. Both of them are noticeably shit at cards. Like they go all in on a 2 and 7 type of shit.

"Alright well I gotta get back home" Caecus says

"Next time you see me, I'll be at the top of that damn dome. Trust me on this one. I'm going straight to the fucking top."

"You didn't even train your ability. How are you going to get up there?"

"I did something special just last week. I done wrestled with an alligator, I done tussled with a whale, I done handcuffed lightning, throw thunder in jail, only last week I murdered a rock, injured a stone, hospitalized a brick. I'm so mean I make medicine sick."

"Anyway, I’ll see you later."

"Adios"

Walking home, Marcus sees people still working the fields, people so desperate to meet an unreasonable demand, working for food they will never eat. Shaking his head, Marcus walks home.

"God, I hope that I can really save myself from this shithole." Marcus thinks "Some of these rich mfs haven't even lifted a scythe before but they want 10 bushels. Fuck you and your bushels."

A large howling can be heard in the distance, "Probably some fucking wolves again, for a world with almost no monsters, monsters sure do seem to love to ya know, exist." Marcus thinks. Marcus arrives back at his house. Inside, there is a small amount of bread and butter on a dusty wooden table. The house is so small that there is nothing but a table and a small kitchen.

"Honey, I'm home," Marcus says. Marcus eats the bread and butter and looks outside at two gravestones. One is his father and the other his mother. Lying down on the floor, he curls into a ball and goes to sleep.