We were on break until the next class. Mitsugi and I strolled through the hallways as we conversed about random things. There wasn’t much to do so we decided to go for a tour. While talking, we accidentally bumped into another group of two students. Our shoulders made an impact, my bone feeling the bone of the other person.

“Watch where you’re going, you dumbasses,” said a random student, clicking his tongue.

“The same could be said for you, bitch,” responded Mitsugi, clearly not taking it well.

Both being male students, they looked down upon us with a hint of anger due to Mitsugi’s comment. They faced us, one of them glared at us as they took their hands off their pockets. The one who insulted us first cracked his knuckles.

“That’s no way to talk to your upperclassman, boy. Perhaps you are in need of a beating,” he said, disgusted.

“Respect those who are superior to you, didn’t you learn that at a young age? Well, can’t expect much from someone like you.” The other student mocked.

“What kind of nonsense are you saying? Respect is given to those who deserve it. Clearly you aren’t educated enough if you don’t understand something as simple as that,” I retorted, joining in the argument.

Both of them gazed at me, and also directed disgusted expressions. It seemed like they expected my actions.

I wasn’t the type of person to let a fellow classmate be attacked by two upperclassmen. Since they're both older, if a battle broke out, Mitsugi would clearly be at a disadvantage.

Even though it's been a week and my body isn’t fully recovered, I’m still willing to partake in this possible scuffle. Call me stupid, but I know what I’m getting myself into.

“All of you first-years are so fucking stupid. Heh, you do not understand the magnitude of your actions until you experience first hand how this school works,” he smirked sadistically.

“Sounds like you’re too much of a pussy to fight, that you invent random shit as to avoid fighting,” Mitsugi sneered.

“It’s fine, I get it. You don’t need to act all tough,” I provoked, adding fuel to the starting fire.

“Shut the fuck up before we actually decided to beat the shit out of you two. You’re lucky, we’re considering letting you go!”

They clearly look annoyed yet they refrained from outright attacking. They had other plans for us as they didn’t seem keen on actually fighting with us. Due to this, I had no firm grasp on their motives. I doubt they were petty enough to fight over brushing shoulders.

Time to instigate a battle.

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Let me show you, how with a few sentences, I will change their plans.

“Yes, let us off the hook. Proudly show us your femininity. Surely you are waiting for a big, strong, stronger man that you’ll ever be to penetrate you two fa—“

At that moment a sharp, tiny light was aiming at my face, I dodge in enough time for it to barely graze my cheek, leaving another scratch on my cheek. Unfortunately or fortunately, it was on the same one where my bandage was. A tiny bang was heard behind me as the student probably made a tiny hole on the wall.

Mitsugi immediately engaged in hand to hand combat against the unoccupied student. He threw light, quick jabs at him.

“Was the spell the same size as your dick? Another lack of—“

I was once again interrupted by him charging at me. I moved out the way skillfully like a professional bullfighter. I thrusted my leg upwards, kicking him in the stomach. Due to the impact, he was about to be sent flying upwards.

To prevent this, grabbed his leg and threw him towards the wall. He made contact with the wall, but not breaking it. He probably opted to not enhance his body so as to not break the wall. I mean, I too wouldn’t be happy to pay for the broken wall.

Specifically why I did it.

I ran towards him, throwing a push kick. He dodged, kicking me in my shin. I faltered making it enough for him to throw a two hit combo on my face. On one knee, I gathered my strength to get back up. The student had other ideas as he swept my legs.

My head struck the ground, almost knocking me out. I was at a clear disadvantage, and he realized that.

As such, he quickly got on top of me with a mocking expression, enjoying this. He rained punches on me as I did all I could do to protect myself. His knuckles strike my forearm over and over.

“Hahaha! Bitch this is what you get!” he laughed.

“Heh.” I let out a chuckle, slightly smiling.

He gave me a confused look, quickly changing into an enrage as he increased the speed of his punches.

“Huh!? Why the fuck are laughing!? Do you know your position!?”

I didn’t chuckle because I was crazy or anything, I simply did anything to anger him. Even to my fighting style, it was all done for him to let his emotions get the better of him.

That’s why I choose this simple, easy technique to escape.

But first things first, let’s continue the provocation.

“On top of me, huh…? Like…being on…the giving end…?”

“You—!”

I thrusted my pelvis upwards.

He definitely didn’t expect it as he lost balance and had to stretch his arms like a push up so as to not fall. I had a full view of his enraged face, I smirked to rub salts on his wound, which was his pride. I swiftly reversed the placement with me being on top of him.

“Look at you being submissive. You are a f—“

“Shut the—“

When he attempted to retort, I instantly struck him on the nose. I continued, throwing punch after punch on his face. He struggled, raising his arms to protect himself. At that moment, I got up and stomped on his shin. He groaned in pain yet preserved, getting back once again.

Looks like he won’t be going out without a fight.