After my realization, I had a little breakdown. Yeah, a little. It lasted a few hours but it could still be considered a little. I might have screamed, tried to kick everything and everyone I could see but it was truly a little breakdown. I mean it's not like anyone could see me or like I could touch anything. I went right through them. So I had my little breakdown and then, I spotted HER. God, I hated HER. I hated her so much that it snapped me out of my breakdown. Thankfully.

I said thankfully because she brought me a whole new appreciation to my condition. She couldn't see me! She couldn't touch me! And damn! I could see her and all her embarrassing moments. And there was a lot of them...I thought she might have broken a record or something.

She tried to pick up a guy. She advanced toward him all sultry-like, with barely any clothes on, very different from what she wore the last time I saw her. Everyone was looking at her. It was difficult not to. Well, she advanced on the guy.

“Hello handsome, need a hand to enjoy the game.”

Her hand trailed down his torso. The guy's eyes bugged out. He couldn't believe she said that. No one else could believe it either. After they got their jaws back from the floor, they snickered. The guy got excessively red in the face and stammered an incomprehensible answer. She turned back and he got a premium view of her backside. He looked down and kept on looking trying to comprehend what he was seeing.

“Hey handsome, I'm waiting.”, she told him with a flip of her hair. She seemed to be happy to see him looking at her butt. It was her best asset in her mind. She kept on smiling sweetly. “Well-”

“Don't you have no shame? How dare you dirty my good establishment with your perverted business? You, go call the guards!”

“Yes, sir.”, one of the people present yelled excitedly after receiving a quest window.

A few minutes later, he came back with the guards in tow. I regained myself difficultly from my previous hilarity- I started laughing just before she approached the guy. It was a solemn moment when the guards appeared. Everyone stopped moving. The shopkeeper was still gripping her arms tightly preventing her from leaving. The guy who had been the object of the pick up line looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Everyone else was waiting with bated breath to see what was going to happen. And then,

“What happened here?”

“This man won't leave me alone. He 's trying to prevent me from leaving. Please tell him to let me go.”, she said pleading to the guard who spoke.

“That woman was trying to turn my shop into a brothel!”

The guard, who was going to chastised the shopkeeper, remained shocked at what he was saying.

“Do you have any proof of what you're claiming?”

“Yes, I do.”

“This is bullshit. I haven't done anything he says. I was just trying to recruit a party member to go on a hunt. I was doing nothing wrong.”, she said panicked at the turn of events.

“I have witnesses. This woman came into my shop and sollicitated one of my customers. She was selling her body, I tell you. Ask anyone here, they'll tell you the same thing.”

“Is it true?”

“No! This man is insane. I didn't do such a thing. I invited him to a hunting party. Nothing more. Tell them!” She grabbed the guy she tried to pick up by the arm and shook him.

“Hmm...Y-you didn't?”, he answered with a question, damning her immediately. 

“Look how she's dressed. That woman is a prostitute, I tell you.” The shopkeeper insisted to the guards. The latter had stopped moving and were staring at the woman's backside with their jaws open. The shopkeeper looked at them with disgust. The woman wasn't that gorgeous to necessitate such staring. He shook his head and turned back to look at the woman who was still trying to extract words out of the flustered man. And then, he stopped for a few seconds.

“What the hell is that?!”, as he asked this, he pointed at her butt.

Everyone froze at that question. All of them wondered what it was but they shied away from the obvious answer. So they kept on wondering what it was and coming up with a blank, they kept on staring.

The woman, who turned back after hearing that high-pitched question, looked quizzically at the shopkeeper. She saw him still pointing his finger at her. Not understanding that he wasn't pointing at her but at something on her, she got angry.

She thought that he was out of his mind. First, he told everyone that she was a hooker and then, she got degraded to being called “that”. She'd had enough. She started to lay on the shopkeeper. He didn't say anything. He let her say her piece. When she took a breath to launch in her rant again, he said,

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“You have poop on your ass.” That brought her to a screeching halt. Her mouth hung open and her finger raised. It was quite a spectacle.

I had stopped laughing and was intently looking back and forth between the two. I was waiting for the big revelation. She didn't grasp what he was saying. She stared at him and then, did something that brought a resounding “ew!” in the shop. She passed a hand on her butt and brought a sticky mess in front of her face to take a closer look at it. She smelt and licked it.

“Hmm...smashed potatoes. How did it get on my skirt?”

A few fainthearted people were dry heaving as they turned away from her. The guards, tried to control the situation again. Two guards grabbed one her arm each and dragged her out of the shop. All the while, she cursed and claimed how unfair they were. Down, still laughing my butt off, I logged out.

Removing the headgear, I was giggling uncontrollably but that didn't stop me from watching the video I made. It didn't need editing. I uploaded it on the school website. Everyone would be able to appreciate her as much as I did. I let out an evil laugh.

Should I go to school to see my handiwork? That would be too obvious, wouldn't it? But I really wanted to see the shit hit the fan. No pun intended. Haha hahahahaa. I decided to wait for the group activities, I'd know what happened then. Meanwhile, I looked up information on the spirit race.

Officially, in Forgotten Soul, the spirit race wasn't available to users. The only useful information I found was that shamans could summon spirits and that fire spirits controlled fire, water spirits water. So as a nature spirit, did I to control nature? Seeing my lack of skills, I didn't think so. Moreover, in theory I could get summoned but who would do it? I didn't have friends and  the few acquaintances that I had weren't trustworthy. How the hell should I get information on my race?

I had no more time to research, I logged in the game. I reappeared in the shop from earlier. I made my way back to the entrance of the town where the statue of Lucia was. Most of my classmates were there. They were talking animatedly about HER. They laughed about how she saw the video and blanched in the middle of class. 

At the time when the meeting started, a man I've never seen appeared. He was tall, with cropped black hair. His chiseled face gave a cold feeling that with his blue eyes chilled me to the bone. I was extremely happy that he couldn't see me. I saw how the others were reacting to him and it wasn't pretty.

The once chatty and scornful bunch were cowered among themselves. They were eyeing him like he was a beast ready to launch at them. No one uttered a word. The whole plaza was silent. They were all looking at this man who was clearly someone not to be messed with. He was clearly strong and filthy rich if you look at his clothes. He was lean with clear muscle definition. It felt like he could bring anyone to his knees either with with his word or with the sword that was strapped at his back.

“Good afternoon. I'm Mr. Hayes, you're new homeroom teacher. Due to personal reasons, Mrs. Johansen has taken her leave from school. “ He was succinct and to the point. “I'll start with taking attendance.” 

He called everyone and stared at each one of them with his cold eyes. It was clearly evident that I was the only one supposedly not present. First day, new teacher, and I was already a problem for him if the annoyed flare in his eyes was any indication.

“For today, we'll keep with the schedule and do group activities. Disperse.”

People basically ran from the place. I was a little scared but curious as to what he was doing when he started pointed at things in front of him.

“Immediately check on  Akira Kirihara. If he had no good excuse for his absence, revoke his permission to be home schooled.”

I was surprised, how can a mere homeroom teacher be able to get my home schooled permission revoked?

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