Chapter 63: [Club house] [4] [Glideball]
"Is it just me, or did you guys also think about bathing in blood?"
As we walked through the hallway of the academy, Oliver mumbled, catching all of our attention.
"What kind of psychopathic question is that?" I asked, glancing at him with an annoyed look.
"Think about it; you're fighting with a full squad and—"
"Okay, enough. I don't want to hear about it," Aimar interjected sharply, making Oliver frown.
"...Why are you so sour?" With a smile, Oliver asked, "did something happen, brother?"
Before Aimar could reply, Oliver continued, grinning, "yeah, right, you didn't form a contract with a spirit."
"It's fine, you're here to protect me anyway," Aimar replied nonchalantly, waving his hand before he looked at me.
"But are we seriously going to ignore the fact that Az has contracted three spirits?"
"Yeah, I thought contracting with only one spirit was possible," Ethan chimed in, looking at me with interest.
"Nothing changed; he will still remain stupid Az to me." Oliver replied, glancing at his brother.
"But yeah, we can't ignore the fact that he is soon going to be famous in the entire academy and empire."
"Urgh.." I groaned in frustration, massaging my temples.
"Don't worry, everything will be fine," Oliver reassured, patting my back with a smile.
"....Yeah," I replied, nodding my head.
But internally, I didn't feel good. Memories from my childhood resurfaced, making it harder for me to maintain my calm.
And that bastard, I will see him again...
[Who are you talking about?]
'Bradyn Shannon.'
The scientist with experience in combat who experimented on me the most...
He was the one who made my life hell, making it hard for me to live every single day...
My chest hurt; it physically hurts even thinking about him.
The feelings of anger, frustration, and resentment that burned within me kept increasing every time I remembered him.
'I will fucking kill him.'
I will kill him, I will kill every single one of them...
I will burn the—.
[...Are you powerful enough to do so?]
'.....'
El's question worked like cold water, making me calm down.
I am not...
[So focus on surviving before thinking about revenge.]
'Yeah.'
"Second-year students did a great job making everything good," Ethan mumbled, his voice carrying unfiltered excitement as he looked around.
"I want to check every one of them."
"Azariah," Oliver mumbled, rubbing his chin as I looked at him, "be careful of the second-year students."
"Huh? Why?" Before I could reply, Ethan asked, frowning.
"Well... Senior sister-in-law is kinda popul—."
"Kinda?" Aimar interjected. "She represents the second year along with Archie."
"And.... She's got her own fan club... an idiotic fan club," Oliver continued.
"Remember that guy who tried to propose to Christina, she was suspended from the academy because of him."
"The one who lost his hands and legs?"
"Yeah! That guy," Oliver exclaimed. "I don't know how he will relieve himself without his hands."
"I mean, it was kinda his fault... who told him to insult and say he is better than Azariah in front of her," Aimar replied, shrugging.
"Wait, when the fuck did this happen?" I couldn't help but ask.
Why don't I know about this?
"When you were busy isolating yourself and only coming out whenever your mother forced you to," Oliver replied, glancing at me.
"Is she that famous?" Ethan asked, his gaze fixed on Oliver.
"Yep, you'll understand when you see her. She's... too bright to ignore," Oliver remarked, glancing at me. "And guess who her fans hate the most?"
"Azariah?" Ethan guessed, and Oliver nodded.
"Just don't engage with them directly," Aimar advised as we approached the open stadium.
"Why are you saying it like I would?" I grumbled, the sounds of cheering students filling my ears.
"I have a feeling you will," Aimar replied knowingly as we entered the open-roofed stadium.
"Wooohooo! Yeah!"
"Aaaahhhh!"
"Let's go team! Let's go!"
As we stepped into the stadium, a wave of cheers from the students engulfed us.
It was clear they were fully immersed in the excitement of the match, their eyes glued to the action unfolding before them on the field.
My gaze drifted toward the field, where twelve players hovered over the ground at a foot's distance, with each team fielding six players.
They dashed across the field, reaching out to snatch the ball hovering midair from each other.
"Go for it! Go!!"
Right before us, a player seized the ball and swiftly maneuvered toward the opponent's goal post.
His movements were distinct—using his legs to propel himself, he executed half circles with his left and right legs, accelerating and decelerating with precision.
As he neared the goal post, he swung his leg, connecting with the ball...
SWISH!!!
GOAL!!!
The entire stadium erupted in excitement as the player scored.
Whiiiiiiiiiiii
WHOOOO!!!
With the whistle sound, the game ended as all the players made a full circle to stop in one place before landing on the ground.
The winning team celebrated while the losing team lowered their heads.
"It's like football," I mumbled to myself as I looked at them with interest.
[Football?]
'A kind of game that Inder used to play when he was a child.'
"Hahahaha, my time to shine has come, baby!!" I shifted my gaze towards Oliver, who was laughing like a maniac.
"What happened to him?" I mumbled, looking at Aimar.
"...He has been practicing for glideball at home for a while now," Aimar replied, looking at his brother with concern.
"Hahaha, glideball is all about how one uses feet," Oliver said, laughing. "And no one in the academy is better than me when it comes to footjobs."
"Footwork," I corrected him.
"....haha, right, footwork," he nodded with an awkward expression, laughing.
"Can I participate as well?" Ethan asked, matching Oliver's excitement.
"Of course!" Placing his hand over Ethan's shoulder, Oliver exclaimed, "let them know the best players of glideball have arrived!"
"OLIVER!!"
We all shifted our focus to the girl who came towards us with a smile.
With her crimson hair and eyes, she looked beautiful while wearing the academic uniform as she walked gracefully towards us.
"Athela," Oliver replied with a bright smile as he walked towards her.
"Oliver." Dramatically, she stretched open her arms with a bright smile.
"Athel-Ahhhhh." And just as Oliver was going for the hug, she grabbed his ears, twisting them completely.
"How many times do I have to say take care of my sister?" She scolded him while twisting his ears.
"I am sorry!!"
"Why are you sorry for!!"
"I don't know!!"
Althea Vespertine, a [Sub-heroine] from the game and the girl whom I met in the hospital at the Vespertine Viscounty.
I glanced at Ethan, who was looking at Althea while trying his best to maintain a good-looking smile.
"They are at it again," Aimar mumbled with a tired sigh.
"...Your brother is famous among the girls, isn't he?" I asked.
"You are the one to talk about that?" He replied, but his gaze was still on Oliver.
Well...
Since they were children, Oliver has always been the better of the twins.
Whenever something happened, Oliver always tried to protect his brother, and even though it's not severe, Aimar does have an inferior complex because of it.
"Where is my sister?" I shifted back to Althea as she asked.
"Aaliyah should be with Miley, and please stop twisting my ears!" Oliver pleaded, looking at her with his utmost innocent eyes.
"Sigh..." With a sigh, she loosened her grip before glancing towards us.
And her expression immediately hardened as she looked at me, but she eased up as if she remembered something.
"...How are you, Aimar?" She asked, looking at him while completely ignoring me.
"Great," he replied with a smile, as her gaze shifted towards Ethan.
"He is Ethan, my classmate," Oliver introduced him.
"Hello." Ethan greeted her and Althea nodded towards him with a smile.
"So, are you guys here to join the club?" She asked, glancing at us.
"Yes, Miss Manager, could you please give us access from the backdoor?" With a bright smile, Oliver asked.
"No," shaking her head, she replied, "we have some slots for the next game, participate and show your worth."
"Tch."
"What?" She narrowed her eyes as Oliver clicked his tongue.
"Nothing, we would love to participate," Oliver replied as he placed his hands over Ethan's shoulder.
"Me too," and at last, I said, "I also want to join the club."
It's one of the games that will be in the clubhouse competition, I can't miss it.
"Huh? You too, Az?" Oliver asked, while Althea frowned.
"Yeah."
"Why?" She asked, acknowledging my presence.
"Do I need to give you a reason?" I replied, looking at her.
"...No," she replied before she thought about something, "... Maybe you should participate, Azariah."
Saying so, she walked back, and the slight grin on her face wasn't unnoticed.
"....."
[...It seems like she is up to something.]
Let her be...
What can she do anyway?
....
....
....
'I... Take that back.'
As I looked at my team that would participate with me in the next match, I thought to myself.
"Why am I dragged into this?" Aimar grumbled as he wore the hovering boots.
Ignoring his ranting, I looked at the others in my team as we stood just beside the match field.
Two girls, one chubby boy, and one thin boy...
"You look familiar," I mumbled as I looked at the chubby guy.
"I am in your class," he replied, making me tilt my head in confusion.
[...The Racist guy.]
"Yeah, right," I nodded before I looked at the rest of them, "....So let's see who we have here."
Extending my hand, I pointed towards Aimar, "A retard."
"A what!?"
Then I shifted my finger towards the chubby guy and thin guy, "A chubby retard, a thin retard, and...."
I looked at the two somewhat good-looking girls as I pointed at them, "Bitc—."
[Azariah.]
".... Beautiful retards," I corrected myself, making them... blush?
[Sigh...]
'Wait, why are they blushing? Calling them retards made them feel good or what?'
"Ladies and gentlemen,"
I shifted my focus towards the stadium as I heard Athena's voice from the speakers.
"We have a special guest for our next match."
The entire stadium turned silent at her words.
"Please welcome the most talked-about person in the second year... Azariah Noah Aljanah."
BOOOOOOOO!!!
And as soon as her words finished, almost the entire stadium started to boo, looking at me.
Their unified, deep, and continuous roar of disapproval echoed throughout the stadium.
[Well...look at the bright side, I don't see many girls booing you.]
"Azariah?"
I ignored both El and Aimar as I walked towards a more open area, making myself more visible to all of them.
The entire stadium looked at me as I extended both my hands upwards.
And....
Without any concern, I showed all of them the middle finger, making them silent for a second.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Their booing intensified several folds, filling the entire stadium and that...made me smile.
The match...
It's going to be fun...
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