Power to abuse.

The blonde guy is smiling and mockingly staring at me.

"You know, I can ask my father to fire your mother from being a teacher in this academy and there is nothing you can do about it. So, if you really value your mother's job, go bend your knees and start apologizing to my friend over there. Licking his shoes is even better."

They all are laughing at me. I scoff and smirk.

"As I said earlier, try me. I bet your squishy arms can't even hold a sword properly. All you're good at is using your mouth huh? You must have been training on licking a person's shoes when it comes to gain something in your favor if you asked me specifically to do that. A man uses his mouth to speak the truth and uses his arms to fight for that truth. But you, you're not a man, you're just a kid with a spoon-fed into your mouth."

Auntie is walking towards me since she has been listening to our conversation. Auntie looks at the group of kids and then leans toward my ear.