Living Weapon of Mass Destruction

"Tomorrow our team will start heading over to Tiamut. The representation match is not happening for us as everyone already forfeited. They know we're strongest!"

Montclair High's principal shouted with passion.

"Championship is all we desire!"

"Championship is all we desire!"

"Championship is all we desire!"

The students echoed with one loud, united voice.

At the corner of the gathering hall, a hooded, bulged man was sitting alone. An aura of silence surrounded him like an impenetrable force field.

No one dared to look in his direction. No one dared to breathe in his direction. And, no one, especially, didn't dare to approach him.

Zachary's face was hidden behind a cloak of shadow cast by the gray hood he wore. The hoodie was constantly fighting against the threat of ripping apart.