Chapter 39 - Taking out frustration

Haaa. That was a disaster. It's been about two hours since the spar—if I can even call it that—between me and Lucas.

And boy did he whip my ass. Which kinda hurts my ego. I mean I knew he was strong. Hell I already knew that at this point in the novel, he's still stronger than me but I didn't know it was by this much.

I had assumed that the only one among the first years who would be capable of manhandling me like that would be Theodore.

And yet... Haaa. Yet there's another one. And if he's supposed to still be weaker than Theodore at this stage then how strong is Theodore.

I immediately felt a chill run down my spine as a realisation hit me.

If I had fought Theodore that day, I would've been brutalised. I mean Lucas's strength right now is probably at the peak of Class 1, and Theodore's strength which is much higher would likely be...

Shit. Does Theodore already possess the strength of a Class 2 officer. That's insane. A sixteen year old Class 2.

"Haha". I laughed weakly. I had been so impressed by the fact that Lenny possessed strength rivalling Class 1 soldiers forgetting about the monsters Lucas and Theodore.

Haaa. Hm?

I stopped walking. Looking around I noticed something odd. It's quiet. Too quiet.

I then looked up at the sky and.. nothing. The drones that regularly patrol the complex weren't here.

What's going o-

I turned back as I heard footsteps approaching me.

Turning back I saw three individuals walking towards me.

One had blonde hair with a lean build and looked to be 5'8, the other had black hair and a muscular, no huge build and looked to be around 6'6 and the last one had black hair as well with moderate build and was around 5'8 as well.

They all had a mocking expression on their face.

"Yo." The muscular one said, a grin plastered all over his face stretching from ear to ear.

"You must be Nathaniel Hunt, the bastard, right?"

At the word bastard, I felt anger surge in my chest.

"My name is Nathan Hunt and what's it to ya?" I responded in a pissed tone.

Who the fuck is this guy and how dare him call me a bastard.

The lean blonde guy walked up with a mocking look on his face.

"You're the guy who killed the prisoner? You don't look so tough. I bet i could take you." He said the same look on his face.

I smiled. A genuine smile formed on my face. These bastards. Did they intentionally come up to me, knowing who I am and were picking a fight with me?

I looked at the sky devoid of drones. They must've paid one of the instructors in charge of the drones to have the drones ignore this vicinity for a while.

Although I doubt the drones would be gone for that long. At best five minutes. But still how much could they have paid said instructor that they'd be willing to risk their jobs.

Not only that but looking at these guys, no offence but I doubt any of them is from a noble family.

Most likely scholarship students. All of this leads me to one conclusion.

The smile on my face widened even more. There was someone else behind this.

Someone powerful. Capable of assuring the instructor of a new job in the event of them losing their job.

Someone with high enough authority that for the instructor, it was a no-brainer to take his side.

In other words, someone from a high ranking noble family is targeting me.

I crack my fists as I prepared myself for a fight. The three hooligans, seeing that I already knew and understood what they were here for took a fighting stance as well.

They then activated their nano-tech suits as did I.

I then unfurled my wings and drew my katana. The three of them drew their weapons.

Hmm. Seems they're the type with no powers.

Good.

I've been itching to take out my frustration for a while now. And good thing is Natasha isn't here to stop me.

I then tap my watch as I set a timer for five minutes.

Then I lunged at them as the world around me blurring as I moved.

The blonde one wearing mechanical brass knuckles came at me first, swinging wildly.

I ducked under his punch and drove my elbow into his ribs, the impact sending him stumbling back.

The big guy with the staff swung at me next, his weapon whistling through the air. I blocked it with my katana, the clash of metal ringing out as the force of the blow sent a jolt through my arms.

I gritted my teeth and pushed back, using my wings to propel myself forward and slam into him.

He staggered, but before I could follow up, the third one was on me, his daggers flashing.

I twisted out of the way, my wings slicing through the air as I countered with a slash of my katana.

He dodged, but not fast enough—my blade grazed his arm, drawing blood.

He hissed in pain, but I didn't give him a chance to recover as I kicked him in the chest, sending him sprawling to the ground.

The blonde one was back on his feet now, charging at me again. I sidestepped his punch and grabbed his arm, twisting it until I heard a sickening crack.

He screamed, dropping to his knees, but I didn't stop. I drove my knee into his face, the impact sending him sprawling backward, blood pouring from his nose.

The big guy roared, swinging his staff at me with all his strength. I blocked it again, but this time, I used my wings to push off the ground and flip over him.

As I landed behind him, I slashed at his back, my katana cutting through his suit and drawing blood.

He stumbled forward, but before he could turn, I kicked the back of his knee, forcing him to the ground.

I brought my katana down, aiming for his shoulder, but he rolled out of the way just in time.

The third one was back on his feet now, daggers in hand. He lunged at me, but I was ready.

I parried his strikes with my katana, the clash of metal ringing out as I pushed him back.

He was fast, but I was faster. I feinted left, then spun around and slashed at his side.

He blocked it, but I used my wings to sweep his legs out from under him. He hit the ground hard, and I was on him in an instant, my katana at his throat.

"Stay down," I growled, my voice low and dangerous.

He glared up at me, but he didn't move. I stood, turning to face the big guy, who was struggling to his feet.

I didn't give him a chance to recover. I charged at him, my wings propelling me forward, and slammed into him with all my strength.

He stumbled back, but I didn't let up. I punched him in the face, the impact sending him crashing to the ground.

I grabbed his arm and twisted it until I heard a sickening snap. He screamed in pain, holding his broken hand.

But I didn't stop. I didn't plan on stopping anytime soon. I punched him again and again and again, releasing my frustration and anger on him.

Soon, the timer on my watch beeped, signalling that there was only one minute left.

I stood, breathing heavily and looked down at the three hooligans.

They were battered, broken and barely conscious. I knelt beside the blonde one, grabbing his wrist and twisting it until it snapped.

Like the others, he screamed as well, but I honestly didn't really care.

Haaa.

Hmm?

I looked towards my right, hearing the hum of the drones drawing near.

Time to dip. Oh right. These niggas.

I can't let them snitch this or I'm cooked.

I then leaned in close to the blonde guy, my voice turning cold and menacing.

"If you tell anyone what happened here," I said, my tone low and dangerous, "I will kill you. And anyone you hold dear. Got it?"

He nodded weakly, his eyes wide with fear. I stood, my chest heaving, and walked away.

I didn't bother looking back as I walked. I didn't need to. From the look in their eyes, they weren't going to be a problem anymore.

As for whoever sent them. Well...

I looked at the phone I took off them. It was already open, so there wasn't much issue.

I took it off the blonde guy since he seemed like the leader of the group.

Immediately I opened the messaging app. And the first name I saw made me grin.

Just as I thought, it was Theodore. Oh he's typing.

[Sir Theodore: Marlo. Is the task I asked you to handle complete?]

Seeing the text, I was 100% sure now that it was Theodore.

Hm? I'm contemplating whether or not to reply to him.

Oh who am I kidding. With how petty I'm feeling why not. I've already decided I was going to make Theodore hurt.

I will make him pay. For the torture he dealt me as kids and for Liza. For what he did to Liza I will make him hurt.

Looking back at the phone, I began typing a reply.

[You: What do you think asshole?

Sir Theodore: Nathan?

You: Who do you think you bastard. Did you really think some no name bastard commoners could beat me up. You really underestimate me Theo.

Sir Theodore: Hmph. I was a fool to expect anything from them. Haa. No issue. They're useless to me now. Kill them if you will. Heck I'll even help you.

You: You sick fuck. You've always been this way for no reason. I'll make you pay. I'll make you hurt. For Liza. For threatening Natasha.

Sir Theodore: Very well. I was looking for a way to put you in your place anyway. Very well. In the Unit test, a month from now, let's settle it then.

You: No problem asshole.]

As soon as I typed the last message, I broke the phone, as I walked inside building 1, into the elevator.

I had already deactivated my suit so when the elevator stopped at my floor, I just entered my room feeling slightly exhausted and yet refreshed at the same time.

That fight was exactly what I needed. Helped me take out my frustration.

I walked over to my bed and laid down on it. Finally, I closed my eyes to sleep.