The name's Ryuske Amando. I'm something everyone would consider a delinquent, and with good reason too. I've been in more fights than I can count at this point. Before you get the wrong impression of me, I don't start the fights. It's the people who hear that I'm invincible, and decide to challenge that claim. It never used to be like this though. I used to be a respectful student, with good grades and manners. That changed the day I discovered my power. The power that got me into this state to begin with.
It started back in the last week of middle school. Once again, my grades were at the top of the class, and like always, some people didn't take too kindly to that. "Hey Ryuske!" I was approached by a kid in my class, along with a few others. "I heard that you were at the top of the class again. What? Did your dad hire a tutor? Does that make you think you're better than us?" I should explain. My dad was the head of some big company. His influence was the only reason I got into Yokohama high in the first place.
His friends let out a few small laughs. I knew this wasn't going to end well. "What? No, I never said anything like that." It wasn't going to work. These people wouldn't listen to someone they considered weak. The first kid shoved me onto the floor. We were outside, so hitting the pavement increased the amount of pain I felt. This got a few more laughs out of his lackeys. "Ow." *Thud* He kicked me in the side. I was used to this. Being bullied by others. Usually I'd just wait it out. Eventually they would grow bored and leave. However something seemed to snap. Years of pent up rage erupted, like a volcano that had remained inactive, before finally releasing everything it had at once.
"What're you gonna do about it? Huh? Nothing, that's what! There's four of us, and one of you." My hand curled up into a fist, and before I had even noticed what had happened, he was on the floor, with a bloody nose. "Aaah! That bastard! He broke my nose!" At this point, I had jumped to my feet. Something took control of my body. The kid who had never fought back once in his life, had gotten into a fighting stance, prepared to kick some ass.
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The fight didn't last long. My punches hit harder than a typical 14 year old's, so my opponents went down quickly. Not one had managed to land a punch on me. I looked at my hands. Underneath the blood, wasn't skin. Instead, some type of metal had taken it's place. I didn't get to admire my new found strength though. The teachers had heard the cries of pain, and as I was the only one still standing, they immediately assumed that I was the one that started it.
Rumors spread fast. Suddenly I was viewed as a delinquent in the eyes of the public. Soon, my appearance and all around attitude changed to accommodate the rumors. I bleached my hair, and as my grades dropped, I got into more and more fights with those who wanted to challenge me. Which brings me to my most recent all out brawl.
During a rather boring summer day, I was minding my own business. Little did I know, two rather well known gangs had decided to make a truce, in order to take me on. I was rushed immediately. My power helped me deal with a large amount of the group, however both the leaders had something up their sleeves. Both had a similar power to mine. Though instead of reinforcing their fists, it was whatever weapon they were currently carrying at the time. I barely won. It ended with everyone but me being admitted to the hospital. Rumours spread yet again.
That's enough about me though. Thanks to a certain someone, I'm now in the school infirmary, trying to rest. Didn't help that a girl with twin-tails interrogated me a few minutes ago. That bitch acted all high and mighty, as if it were my duty to tell her everything I knew.