It was a new day for the new students, and after what had occurred yesterday, the bitter taste in the students' mouths over what happened just continued to grow. They were finding it hard to believe that there was such a large gap in power compared to the two of them.
Constantly the night before, there were several members that would come to visit Viker and they were asking him, what was he going to do. Was he just going to continue going through the academy like so?
Or was he going to act even before then, because they knew what they wanted to do. They felt as if they had just been caught off guard at the time. They were the selected Red Headband students that were at the same level, a gap like this couldn't exist.
His answer to them was to just wait, they would know when the right time to act was, they would see it.
Right now, Viker was out in the courtyard and had been watching everyone carefully. He had been analyzing their movements and had finally decided.
"Right, it has to be those two," Viker said, looking at Opus by his side. "This time, I'm going to be doing things myself."
While Viker walked through the courtyard where the others were training, there were a few looks his way, but Ricktor and Mada didn't seem to be moving, which was a good sign in Viker's eyes.
Eventually, Viker, along with Opus, had reached their spot, at the back of the courtyard where there were two individuals that looked to be covered in buckets of sweat.
"My seniors, both of you seem to be working extremely hard!" Viker spoke as he bowed down.
Both Simyon and Liam were in the middle of a break period anyway, so they didn't mind speaking, even if it was to the new students, but it was the people in question who were approaching them.
One had grabbed onto Raze, while the other had ordered the rest to attack. Even seeing them now, Simyon was already tensing his fist, wanting to punch them directly in the face.
"Hey, Raze already got them good, no need to hit them again," Liam said out loud. "They learned their lesson, look they even called us seniors. I mean these guys, if they had the balls to attack Raze again, I'm sure they would end up losing them completely."
"We both learned a lot from what happened last time," Viker continued. "You are right, it was a mistake what we did, which is why we wish to learn from you, just as we should from our seniors. The training you are doing is quite interesting, is there a use behind it?"
It didn't take long for Simyon and Liam to answer back.
"To create an attack that can pierce any type of shield," Liam answered.
"To create a shield that can block any type of attack," Simyon answered back, while staring down at Liam.
Opus was a bit confused, he was unsure what the relationship between these two was like. Were they friends, or were they enemies?
"Does this actually work?" Opus asked.
"Are you willing to give it a test?" Liam asked. "Why don't you give it a try, try to block my attack, or go ahead, and try to hurt the meat shield over there."
"This will be great to allow me to see the error of my ways," Viker stated again.
Originally, he was going to suggest something like this, having seen the way the two act. It was the difficult part to try to convince them of something like this. However, they were the ones that mentioned it.
"I will try to break the shield," Viker answered, grabbing a wooden sword and getting into position. He held it slightly forward at an angle, and the Qi was building up in his body.
'Attacking each other over and over again. That is a pretty useless skill to learn. If everyone could get a stronger body from doing something like this, then everyone would participate in some type of endurance training like so.'
Pulling back the blade, it was safe to say that Viker had no intention of holding back his strength. With his muscles and sword filled with Qi, he performed his strongest technique.
The blade looked as if it was tearing through the space around them slightly, the power grew, and it slammed hard into Simyon's stomach.
His abs folded into him, but the sword didn't cut Simyon. Nor had it even moved him from his position. Instead, as Viker tried to push forward even more, his sword had even broken.
"See, the shield is pretty tough, right? Now you might understand why I sweat so much, and just so you know that there's no funny business, why don't you let me do a test on you as well, brace yourself!" Liam shouted.
Turning around, Viker had nothing in his hands, the sword was randomly thrown up in the air, and then jumping up Liam had grabbed it and immediately swung down.
The only thing that Viker could do was raise both of his hands. The moment the sword touched him, he could feel it. It had cracked the bones in both of his arms, and the blade continued down, tearing through his clothing until it crashed onto the floor.
Now, Viker's arms were a mangled mess.
"What are you guys doing, you're all crazy, you're all just as crazy as he is!" Opus shouted. "Why would you go so far to do something like this, it makes no sense!"
"Hey, you guys came to us alright, and we still owe you a lot for what you did to Raze. You're lucky I'm not attacking you as well, you already went through a lot, but the other one was quite light on you," Liam explained.
Viker, looking at his arms, wondered how they had become this way. The only explanation was for his opponent's Qi to be at a completely different level to his.
The weakest, the idiots of the old group who looked to know nothing, were stronger than them.
Opus grabbed onto Viker and started to drag him away, trying to help him. The other students had seen the spectacle, especially after the screams. They weren't so sure if it was Simyon or Liam, just that it had at least come from someone in that group.
On the way, Viker was starting to recover slightly, at least he could think more straight. The pain was still throbbing.
'Did he attack that Simyon guy like that again and again? If he really did, that body must be one impossible to break. What type of monsters are in the Pagna academy, are all of them like this?'
When Opus and Viker entered the main building, they noticed three adults with a white sash around their clothing. This was something only a particular group of people wore, and they recognized it almost immediately.
"Are those physicians, they're already here. I guess they might have come to heal me or something, or are they here for you?" Opus thought.
That was until they saw them walking up the door and heading to a room they had been keeping an eye on for a while now.
"They're going to the White Dragon's room, I guess he really is sick then."
The physicians that had been sent by the principal were here.
