Looking at the blood on the floor, the two of them immediately ran over, and when they stood outside the door, they stopped in their tracks at the sight in front of them. Raze was standing there, his hands and clothes bloody, with splatters on his face.
In the room itself, four students, blood pouring out of nearly every hole in their bodies, laid there in awkward positions on the ground, on the bed, and one with its head still smashed against the wall.
'Did these students try to pull a sneak attack on him?' Dame thought. 'With him now being a Stage 2 warrior, they stood no chance.'
It was true, it was hard to call it a fight. Raze had a better feeling of sense, even his brain processing power was faster. He was taking in the path of where they were going to hit and was able to avoid their strikes.
Not only were these Stage 1 Pagna warriors, but they were all from lesser clans. The techniques they learned were abysmal, and most likely they would find better techniques in the academy's library.
"Crap, crap, crap!" Simyon said as he looked around to see if there were any other students in the area. He quickly knelt down to one of the students who were on the floor and lifted his head. He could feel that he was still breathing, wheezing even.
Dame did the same to one of the other students, pulling him by his hair and taking his face out from the wall.
"They're not dead," Dame replied. "But I'm not sure they can survive with the state they're in at the moment. I know you didn't kill them, but the academy isn't going to take this lightly."
Raze looked at his hands, where the blood was starting to dry on them. It was mostly on his knuckles than anything else. Images flashed of his hands soaked in blood. The scenery around him had changed.
He was in a dark alleyway, rain was heavily falling on him, but the blood still wasn't washing off from his hands.
"Raze!" Dame called out.
The image flashed back, and Raze was back in the same room again, and now looking at the students in the room, he could see the state they were in.
'I was only meant to give them a small beating but I didn't stop.'
"It looks like you're finally back to us," Dame said. "Maybe we can solve this situation, do you think you can create those red Qi pills from before? I think that will be good enough to return their condition.
If their condition is good, even if they go to complain, you can't get in trouble."
Technically, it should be possible. A ten-year Qi pill was created with a power stone in the first place, so why couldn't they just use another Qi pill as the source of power? It might even create a more powerful potion.
"Simyon, you get more pills from the other students; they're already scared of you, so it should be easy. Raze, you can use my room, and I'll stop anyone else from entering," Dame ordered.
Simyon didn't like the plan, not at all, since he had to do something he disliked, but he needed to help Raze however he could and rushed out to try and find other students. n().--/--))-)1//n
"Raze, I know you might not want to help them, but if you get kicked out of the academy, how are you going to complete your revenge? Wasn't there a reason you came here in the first place?" Dame asked.
It was true; Raze wanted to get back at the five disciples, but more so improve his martial arts and use the portals that were placed at the academy to gather more crystals, allowing him to get back to being the 9-star mage he was in the past.
"And what are you going to do about your sister and friends? If you get kicked out, how are they going to survive in this place, even if you don't see them as your friends, they're now your responsibility."
In order to get Dame to stop talking, Raze was walking out of the room, and heading down to Dame's, but before he left, he had a few last words.
"You know, for someone who's in the demonic faction, your thoughts aren't very demonic."
Dame smiled at the response, as he went to lay the four students down on the floor.
Simyon had gone to the other students; he was nervous but as he approached them, he reluctantly asked for their pills.
"Damn, is Ricktor asking you to gather them again?" One of the students moaned. "That guy, what he said in the dining hall really got on my nerves."
"Hey, but we have to listen right, otherwise, who knows what's going to happen to us. He seems to have a screw or two loose in the first place."
Surprisingly, because they thought Simyon was collecting on behalf of Ricktor, students gave their pills up. Some had already used them, and some had only used one, but he only needed a few anyway.
Returning to the others, Simyon had given the pills to Raze, who shut the door. With the door shut, Raze was ready to use his magic. He didn't want to do too much because of fear of what it could cause at the academy, but the situation was what it was.
'I didn't cause any scene at the Demonic faction, so it should be okay here as well.'
A short while later, Raze had returned with four red Qi pills in his hands. It was a success, and the pills were slightly more powerful than the last lot he had made, which was a good thing because the condition of the students was in a bad state.
Dame took the pills and pushed them into the mouths of each of them one by one. He then grabbed a glass of water and poured it down. The reflex forced the students to gulp, swallowing the pills.
Each one of them swallowed them fine, and after a few moments, they were able to open their eyes fully. The markings on their bodies were disappearing, and the pain they felt all over was disappearing.
When they got up though, the first person they could see was Raze.
"Please, don't kill us!" The students said.
"Hey!" Dame said, slapping one of them right across the face. "Don't say those things. This guy here just saved your life. We gave up our Qi pills to restore your energy; you're lucky he didn't continue beating you when he did."
The students were unsure of what Dame was saying because they could hardly remember the events fully. They just remembered attacking Raze, losing in a fight, and suffering from a lot of pain after that.
They were even unaware of how bad their condition was.
"You guys were the ones that had started the attack, so you guys better scram before we report this to the teachers."
"Huh?" One of the students was confused and was looking at the others.
"I said get out of here," Dame shouted again.
Getting up off the floor, they scurried out of the room, and as they did, they tried their best to avoid getting as close as possible to Raze.
"That's crisis over, right?" Simyon said. "They won't go and tell the teacher what happened."
"I doubt it," Dame replied. "They're in good condition now, so it
wouldn't make sense to, and the fear is still in their bodies. Although they can't quite remember what happened, their bodies can. Right now, they're probably more scared of Raze."
What Dame said seemed to be true. As there was no report that had been made to the teachers, the room had been cleaned up by all three, and the dent in the wall was patched up with a piece of paper hanging on top of it.
It wasn't as if the teachers came and inspected their rooms anyway, and accidents did happen when one was practicing. With that small event over and passed, the three were getting ready to sleep, but before that, Raze called out to him.
"Wait," Raze said. "First, thank you for helping me out today."
"Hey, don't worry about it. You know, you making the special gauntlets of mine saved my life. So I owe you a lot," Dame answered.
"Ah, right," Raze replied. "You do."
For a second, Dame thought he could see a smirk on Raze's face. It was quite crazy, the amount of emotions this kid went through. At times, it was quite worrying for Dame.
"Since you owe me a lot of favors, I wanted to ask for one more before you go to sleep," Raze said. "I'm going to cultivate the life and death technique again, and I wanted to ask if you could watch over me."
