Killian's Debut

I've heard of another transfer student arriving at the university, his late arrival striking me as suspicious. It seemed too convenient for him to transfer in at this point in the semester. As I mulled over this information, a sense of unease crept over me, urging me to be more cautious around him. There was something about the timing of his arrival that didn't quite add up, and I resolved to keep a close eye on him, wary of any hidden agendas or ulterior motives he might have.

"A new student transferring this late, huh? I should greet him grandly."

As the transferee entered the uncrowded hallway of Apex Intellect Advanced University, our paths crossed unexpectedly. Without a word, tension hung in the air, a silent challenge passing between us. In a split second, I launched a hook kick towards Him, aiming to catch him off guard. But he was quicker than I anticipated, dodging the blow with effortless grace.

Undeterred, I followed up with a punch aimed at his face, but once again, He slipped away, evading my attack with ease. Frustration boiled within me as I attempted another punch, only to have him catch my fist in his grip, his strength surprising me. Locked in a tense standoff, I could feel the intensity of our silent confrontation, each of us sizing up the other, waiting for the next move.

"You're not bad, or rather, you're more than I expected," I admitted, acknowledging his impressive skill and agility. Despite our brief encounter, I couldn't deny the sense of respect that was beginning to form between us.

"Hehe! Apparently you aren't bad either, Mr...?"

"Clever, you can call me Clever," I replied, extending my hand in a gesture of goodwill.

"Killian," he said simply, reciprocating the handshake. "It's nice meeting you."

As our hands met, there was a moment of mutual understanding, a silent acknowledgment of our shared respect for each other's abilities. Despite our initial clash, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Killian than met the eye.

"White hair, huh? isn't coloring hair forbidden in this university?"

"I was told I'm considered a valuable individual for my skills," I replied with a shrug, deflecting the question. "So they can't help but let it slide."

It's best to avoid revealing my uncle's identity and the hidden truth of him paying the mayor for a permit about my hair, if I told him the truth. He would instantly know that my uncle is rich. I have to be more cautious, especially around someone as suspicious as Killian.

"I'll be going now, see you later Clever."

"Sure thing, see you later," I replied, watching Killian's departure with a cautious eye. As he walked away, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the air, reminding me to remain vigilant in his presence.

As I watched Killian walk away, his smile lingered in my mind, its charm masking a potential darkness beneath the surface. There was something unsettling about the way it seemed to conceal a hidden purpose, leaving me with a sense of unease. I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Killian than met the eye, and I resolved to tread carefully in his presence, wary of the secrets he might be hiding.

Despite my wariness of Killian, I couldn't shake the feeling that we shared something in common. Perhaps it was the sense of intrigue that surrounded us both, or the hidden depths beneath our respective facades. Whatever it was, I couldn't deny the strange connection that seemed to exist between us, a bond forged in uncertainty and suspicion. As I pondered this thought, I couldn't help but wonder what secrets lay beneath Killian's enigmatic smile, and what role he would play in the unfolding drama of Apex Intellect Advanced University.

As the encounter with Killian replayed in my mind, frustration boiled within me. The realization that he had outmaneuvered me left a bitter taste in my mouth, igniting a fire of determination within me. I couldn't afford to be weak, especially not against a fellow student. If I was to stand any chance of fulfilling my mission to destroy the assassin organization, I needed to train harder, to push myself beyond my limits. Only then would I be able to overcome any obstacle in my path and emerge victorious. With renewed resolve, I vowed to redouble my efforts, knowing that my strength and skill would be tested like never before.

"Damn it! I'm still weak, even after all these years of training. I lost to a fellow student... I mean, I know he's not just any ordinary student, but I can't afford to lose to him! As long as I can't beat him, I'll never be able to destroy the assassin organization."

I returned to the classroom, sinking into my chair with a heavy sigh. Lost in thought, I pondered over how I could possibly defeat Killian.

I thought to myself that perhaps challenging him to various competitions—intellectual, physical, puzzle-solving, and more—would be the best way to determine who is more worthy.

As I headed home, a clear goal formed in my mind, driving me forward with renewed determination.

"Uncle Zoren, there's this transfer student who seems suspicious. I greeted him aggressively, but I lost to him miserably. I'm still weak; I need to get stronger!"

"That's unusual for you. This must mean that this transfer student is someone special."

"Tell me, how can I become stronger than my current level?"

"I'm afraid I have nothing specific to train you with. You'll just have to find your own way."

"Tch!"

I felt a surge of annoyance, realizing that Uncle Zoren was of no more use to me in my quest for strength.

In my room, I sat down to plan my next move. It's clear that relying on Uncle Zoren won't cut it anymore. If I want to get stronger, I'll have to take matters into my own hands. I'll design a comprehensive training regimen targeting both my physical and mental abilities, seek out mentors to guide me in areas where I need improvement, study tactics and techniques used by the best, challenge myself constantly, and regularly reflect on my progress to adapt my strategies as needed. With this plan in place, I'm ready to take control of my own destiny and become the strongest version of myself.

"Killian... prepare yourself."

As I plotted my mind games in the university, with Killian as the unwitting target, a surge of confidence washed over me. I couldn't help but wonder if this time, I would finally be able to outsmart him and emerge victorious. With my plans in motion, I was determined to prove that I was more than capable of defeating him.

With Cailee's authority backing my plan, I felt a newfound sense of empowerment. Her position as the Student Council President would undoubtedly lend credibility to my schemes, making it easier to execute them without raising suspicion. With her support, I was confident that my mind games would have the desired impact on Killian, furthering my quest to emerge victorious in our ongoing battle of wits.

Crafting a message to Cailee, I carefully outlined my suspicions about Killian and the plan I had in mind. With a sense of urgency, I conveyed the importance of her involvement and the potential impact our collaboration could have on uncovering the truth. As I hit send, I couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation, eager to see how she would respond to my proposition.

Receiving Cailee's enthusiastic response bolstered my confidence in our alliance. Her confirmation that she shared my suspicions about Killian only strengthened our resolve to uncover the truth together. With her support and authority as the President, I knew we could execute our plan effectively and bring our shared goals to fruition. Grateful for her partnership, I vowed to work closely with Cailee to outsmart Killian and emerge victorious in our endeavor.

With Cailee by my side and our plan in motion, I couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence. Everything seemed to be falling into place, and I was more determined than ever to outsmart Killian and achieve our shared goals. As we prepared to execute our strategy, I knew that with Cailee's support and our combined determination, nothing could stand in our way. It was time to set our plan in motion and see it through to the end.