A mistake.

Alexander crawled to his feet, ever eyeing at the man who tormented him. He recalled the spear he dropped in the chaos. This was Alexander's opportunity to show he hasn't declined, this was his chance to show that he was still better than everyone. 

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Five years prior. 

Alexander always found it too easy. In chess he beat some of the top one hundred grandmasters, in sports most adults couldn't even compare, and worst of all is martial arts, no one, not one his age could compare, at least that's how it felt. Alexander's father is Sir Timmy Vector Higs, a famous knight who was given a chunk of land by the emperor of Japan. His father loved his wife and used to visit all the time, and when he did he would flaunt around Alexander as a genius. Alexander adored his father, he was what he wished to become. However, one day Alexander found himself bored, and decided to tame a wild horse that his father kept around in his pastor. Timmy called it his lucky stallion, a fine horse with a proud and unwavering personality. 

Alexander fell from the horse, he lost his balance for one second. He thought at that moment if this was a fight he would be dead. Within that second, the horse's hoof collided into Alexander's face. His mother rushed in to protect him. Maybe she did, maybe he would have died. But she was hit multiple times in the head, and has been in a coma ever since. Alexander in turn lost all his talent. His father never visited after that. 

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Within a second the fight turned from a simmer to a sweltering blaze. The spears shaft collided with Teach's fists. Teach's fists get deflected by Alexander's spear. The fight burned in both of their eyes. This wasn't something either will surrender easily on. It almost looked like a stalemate, however spear strikes slipped past Teach's guard, scratching and scraping his skin. 

Teach reached for the spear, just to have it spin and hit the shaft straight into his chin. 

For a second Teach slipped falling towards the ground, just to catch himself and dodge a blow aimed for his head. This was enraging, this is a spar not a fight to the death. Alexander looked ready to laugh. 

The advantage in a battle such as this almost always goes to the one with more reach. And a spear is the peak of reach. 

Most would just say that's that, yet it takes a skilled spear man to perfectly keep an enemy at range. The true weakness of the spear is close corters, once someone goes past the blade, all your opponent has is a hard stick. Staffs and clubs exist for a reason though, but at least it's better than being run through. 

Alexander moved less like the wind and more like an animatron, a beast trained and coded to do one thing, and that thing is to mindlessly swing a spear. It is like Alexander put in thousands of hours doing the exact same task. But in each blow it is evident how few sparring matches he's legitimately been in. His attacks don't wrap around his opponent, they are flat, equally similar to each attack that came before. Teach took advantage of it, closing in and punching Alexander in the liver. 

Alexander unheroically fell to his knees, gasping for air. 

*** 

Alexander's glare turns as cold as ice.

'Nothing seems to change there laughing, all of them, no matter how much I try, no matter the effort, I'm a waste, I'm worthless. Moms coma, dads hatred, the mockery from these kids, I hate myself, my existence.'

"I'll be a hero." I could hear myself muter.

Full instinct combo, white nova.

The spear that was snug completely in my hand vanished, shooting as fast as a bullet piercing Teach's lower stomach, hurtling through the other side of his body till it slammed into the wall.

BOOM.

The sturdy walls designed to stop the magic of masters, easily withstood his spear, but Teach could not say the same. Sitting there on his knees he pears into the sky, like a godly revelation was gifted. His eyes don't shake, they don't even pause to waver, not qrite the eyes of a fish nor the eyes of an enlightened, his eyes, now his eyes could only be described as mad. They make one's soul shuttler, even the bravest of kids, even those wanting to help with their teacher's injury, hell even those who were glaring at Alexander, couldn't help but take a step back. Their teacher's eyes moved, eyeing down each of them one by one, and with that those who saw it froze, until his eyes landed on Alexander. 

Alexander shrieked, his face turning pale as if he was looking at a ghost. Before his very eyes his teacher raised to his feet, like a vampire rising from its coffin. The man before him didn't speak, he didn't scold him like he expected, he didn't scream for help. From the hole leaked blood, attestants hang out like loose noodles. In just an instant, not fitting of a man in his condition, he appeared before him, the boys eyes couldn't help but tremble, his cocky bravado disappeared in an instant, he willed his spear to return but it was to late, his legs dangled as he hung by the neck with in the man's hands.

"Where is this?" He asked. 

"Let go."

Apparently that was not the answer he was searching for, he let the boy go, a small smirk appeared on Alexander's face, but with in just one second a hundred thuds resounded through the whole building, its varsity shook the earth, it sent Alexander into the wall, no more than tenderized beef. When the man turned around the whole room fell to tears, in each of their minds they saw their death. The man took a step forward. The man did what seemed to be impossible without any magic and what appeared to be a light jab shattered the wall in front of him.

BOOM.

This time it was surely heard by the whole school, as multiple teachers bursted out of their rooms, to see what caused this commotion. When they saw the man in front of them, they couldn't help but gasp.

One muttered. "Monster."

Each are masters at martial arts, it would be hard for them to not sense his strength, none were confident in winning, but they knew at least they wouldn't lose, the lowest ranking of them was low commander, out of the three of them they even had an Apha low General tier, who was supposed to be teaching second years. At most they thought the man in front of them was the strength of a high siren class monster or maybe as strong as a low giga general. However any thought of the man in front of them being human disappeared when they looked at his leaking stomach.

"Perhaps you can tell me, where am I?"

The man had a deadpan expression, still not quite a fish, but disturbing nonetheless.

"Go and get the head teacher." The general rank sent off the low commander.

"So is that your answer, how boring. Why call for reinforcements when we have yet to dance."

In an instant, perhaps invisible to the normal eye, A fight broke out.