Everything had happened so fast that Liam was unable to act; he couldn't even process what had occurred. However, he could see it, he could even feel it in his own eye. One of the second-year Red Headband students had their eye poked out by Raze.
Not only that, but now the other one was being held by the top of his head. He wondered why the student wasn't even fighting back; if anything, his hands had dropped by his side, as if he was losing all power in his body.
'Crap, there it is again, that strange look that I've seen him have in his eye from time to time. It just feels like sometimes he randomly snaps, and now is not a good time in front of these students. What's going to happen if he kills them?'
Looking left and right, Liam was trying to see if there was anyone else close by who could help. In particular, he would have really liked it if Safa or Simyon were around.
'Without them or Dame, am I the one that's meant to stop him?' Liam thought.
Something strange was happening to the following student; although Raze wasn't gripping any harder, his skin was starting to shrivel up slightly. Liam knew it was now or never.
"Raze, stop!" Liam shouted. "If you stop now, we can blame it on the fact that they attacked you first. Everyone in the academy knows that people have a grudge towards you. We can just say it's self-defense, but if you kill them, it might be too far!"
He was hoping his words would at least reason with Raze, but he wasn't sure if it would get through. He knew that at times, even himself, when he was in a fit of anger, it would be hard to stabilize until he unleashed all of it.
Yet, eventually, Raze let go of the student, who dropped to the floor. His body flopped almost lifeless, and even the color in his eyes was hardly there.
For a moment, Raze looked at his hand. 'I used the Extraction technique; I could feel it. The same thing that happened at the auction, it happened now as well. When I'm angry, it's almost as if I can't control it,' Raze thought to himself.
"My eye, my eye!" The other Red Headband student continued to scream.
It didn't take long until those who were close by had rushed over, and they could see the sight. They could see the damage and the evidence on Raze's fingers. Liam wasn't too sure with the way the situation was playing out if he could really get through this.
It only took a short time later that Safa, Dame, and Simyon had arrived.
"What... what happened?" Simyon asked. "What did Raze do?"
"It's complicated. Those guys were talking crap to Raze, and then he just attacked them," Liam explained. "They just touched him, and he snapped."
"Ah, that's not good," Simyon slapped the top of his forehead.
"I know it's not good. Do you think I'm an idiot?"
"No, I mean, if they touched him, of course, he would do that. One of Raze's rules, that even Safa stays by and is really strict with, is to not get touched. It's no wonder that happened."
Thinking back, Liam did notice it; Raze, even when Dame went to grab him or help him climb certain areas, was reluctant to touch anyone.
In the middle of the commotion, all of the students soon felt a large gust of air, and landing in the middle of the library itself was a short old man with a hunched back, wearing grey cloth. He had small slits for eyes to the point where one couldn't even see his pupils.
This old man was Jiyo; he was one of the elders of the Pagna Academy, a mystery to most of the students and even the other clan leaders as they had no clue what clan he was from or his history.
No doubt there were some who knew about his presence, and judging by his entrance, it was clear that he was a master of some sort as well.
"Everyone, clear this place immediately!" Jiyo ordered. "Someone take those two to the physician to be seen. Whoever takes them will be allowed 30 extra minutes in the library. As for you, white-haired boy, follow me."
The old man didn't even check if Raze was following him or not and instead just jumped down to the first floor.
Surprisingly, Raze, not saying a word to the others, had decided to jump down shortly after as well. To the students, they felt like Jiyo had assessed the situation quite quickly.
In a lot of cases, it wasn't who started the mess, but the one that ended up more hurt would be the innocent figure with the other getting punishment. Liam just hoped that it didn't turn out like that in this case.
"Is he going to be okay? Is he going to be kicked out of the academy?" Liam asked.
"Ah, don't worry about it," Dame replied. "It's only an eye. You have one missing, and you're okay. Besides, Raze is too important to them now. His name is known far and wide, and he's the strongest student in this entire academy."
"His importance and status are practically at the same level as the main disciples. If you had found that the main disciples had done something like this, do you think they would have gotten punishment? So don't worry about it."
The rest of the students, trying to focus on their tasks, searched for the books they needed, and after retrieving them, they all left to return to the base at which they had come from.
Meanwhile, Raze was kept in a storage room at the back. The old man Jiyo had stated he was waiting for a decision to be made by the principal and the others as to what to do with him.
When sitting in the chair, Raze looked around at the old scrolls rolled up. 'If they were secret techniques, then shouldn't they be on the outside? If they're not, then what are they?'
The door was heard creaking open, and the old man coughed a few times, blowing the dust in the back room all over the place.
"It seems the Principal thinks you are quite valuable. He practically ignored the situation, and instead, they have stated that you can have any book that you like in the library," Jiyo answered. "For them to treat you like that, you must be skillful."
Jiyo was ready to leave, and at that moment, Raze stood up and went to look at one of the scrolls. When he read it, he soon noticed that the one he had read, it was a passage, almost written from a different time period.
"What is in this place?" Raze asked.
"This?" Jiyo replied, turning his head. "This won't interest you meatheads who just care about fighting all the time. There are no techniques here, just useless ramblings of the past."
"The past?"
Hearing these words, an idea came to Raze's head. Jiyo was essentially the librarian of this place, but it was filled with more than just techniques. So there was a chance.
"I don't need a technique book," Raze said. "Instead, do you have any books or information about the Dark Faction Founder?"
