My Balls...

" Are you one of us?"

I frowned. "What do you mean?"

The boy in front of me—tall, with long, flowing hair—let out a sharp laugh.

"Don't play dumb," he sneered. "It's not funny, and I'm not laughing. Everyone already knows who you are."

His smirk widened as he grabbed a handful of my hair, yanking my head back.

"Now, cut the crap and say it. Open your damn mouth and—"

"Klaus, go easy on him!" someone in the group chuckled. "Look at his face—he's about to cry! Hahaha!"

I clenched my fists. "Get your hand off me, or you'll regret it."

"What did you say?" Klaus' grip tightened as he tried to pull me from my seat.

"You should've stayed quiet, man. Now, I don't think Klaus is gonna let this slide—"

"I said—take your goddamn hand off me!"

A sharp pain shot through Klaus' jaw as my punch sent him flying backward, knocking him over a desk. His mouth split open from the impact.

"Ahh…" A small groan escaped his lips, his vision blurring as he tried to process what had just happened.

I stepped forward. "Are you already crying? You should've listened to your senior."

"You sick bastard! How dare you touch Klaus?!"

"Shut up, idiot. Why are you acting so dramatic? What, is he your girlfriend or something?" I snapped, biting down in frustration.

I was already pissed off by everything happening around me—and here was this guy intentionally messing with me.

The frustration and helplessness I had felt for the past three years surged back, my mind screaming at me to beat someone into a pulp.

If I didn't react today, they would keep coming after me, thinking I was an easy target.

Nope, that's not happening. If they insist on bullying me, I'll do it first.

The first one to react was the guy standing near Klaus. He lunged at me, throwing a fast punch. I barely managed to block, but the impact sent me backward a few steps.

"Zane, make him cry!" Klaus growled as someone helped him off the ground. "I want you to make him cry for me!"

I wiped my mouth, smirking. "Cough… That's it? You think I'm done already?"

Zane moved into a defensive stance, preparing for my next attack.

"Fast punch!" I shouted, faking an attack toward Zane. But midway, I changed direction, charging straight at Klaus.

Klaus' face twisted in panic as I closed in. But before I could land a hit, one of his friends yanked him out of the way.

My fist smashed into the desk instead, but I adjusted my trajectory again—this time aiming at the student next to me.

Zane, realizing what I was about to do, blocked my punch just before it landed.

The moment he did, another guy in the group rushed forward, gathering qi into his fist, ready to strike my ribs.

I grabbed Zane and yanked him into the attack's path. His body crashed into the guy behind him, disrupting the attack completely.

Everyone around us froze.

This wasn't what they expected.

They had come here because Klaus told them to intimidate the new kid, to force me into his group. But now, this "innocent-looking" kid had just turned the tables on them.

I wasn't done yet.

I lunged at Klaus again, my fist aiming straight for his face.

"No—!"

Klaus squeezed his eyes shut in terror.

A moment passed.

Nothing happened.

When he opened his eyes, he wasn't hurt.

Standing between us was Nicolas.

He didn't block my attack. Instead, he took it head-on. The impact sent a dull pain through my knuckles, like I had just punched a wall.

If I had used just a little more power, I might have broken my arm.

"What the hell is going on here?!" Nicolas shouted, his usual calm demeanor gone.

"We… we just came to greet the newbie," someone stammered, scratching his head nervously.

"Stop lying, you bastard! He just hit me! Nicolas, kick him out of the academy—reject him! He's a damn psycho!" Klaus sneered, trying to control his emotions.

Nicolas turned to me. "Is that true? Did you hit him?"

"Yes, I did. And if you hadn't shown up, I would've given him another one."

Klaus grinned. "Now you're dead, bitch. Leave this academy now!"

"Is there a reason for your actions?" Nicolas asked, his voice measured.

"There's nothing to ask! Just kick him out—" Klaus started, but my next words shut him up completely.

"Sexual assault."

"What?" Nicolas' eyes widened as he looked between me and Klaus in confusion.

I continued, voice unwavering. "These people came up to me and said Klaus had a crush on me. Then they told me that from now on, I'm his 'bitch.' He even tried to grab my balls."

Klaus' mouth fell open in shock. "Wha—?!"

Nicolas exhaled sharply, his expression darkening. "Klaus, I didn't expect this from you. What a shame."

"Hey! Hey! What the hell are you talking about?! Are you seriously believing this motherfucker?! There were witnesses—plenty of them!" Klaus sputtered, pointing at his lackeys for support.

I turned to Nicolas, keeping my face solemn. "Sir Nicolas, they're all ball lovers. If you need proof, just look at them."

I pointed toward Zane and the other kid who had crashed onto the floor. Somehow, Zane's hand had ended up in a place it definitely shouldn't have.

Nicolas stared for a moment, then sighed, rubbing his temples.

"Sir Nicolas…!" Zane started, but I cut him off.

"They all want my balls." I shook my head in mock disappointment.

"W-What the hell is he saying?!" Klaus shrieked, his voice cracking in desperation.

His gang was frozen in shock.

"Why is this happening?! WHY?!" Klaus yelled, unable to believe the situation had completely turned against him.

Sometimes, words could be more powerful than fists.

****

Nicolas eventually forced Klaus and his gang to apologize.

If news like this spread—even if it was fake—their reputation in the academy would be destroyed. They knew it too.

After they left, I turned to Nicolas and gave him a deep bow.

"Thank you for playing along, Sir Nicolas."

"…Playing?" Nicolas frowned.

"Yes. I know you didn't actually believe that stupid story, yet you supported me. If someone truly believed it, they'd have to be really stupid. So… thank you, Sir Nicolas."

I bowed again.

"Hahahaha. Stupid, huh…?" Nicolas laughed awkwardly, scratching his head. Sweat was forming on his face.

So that was a lie…? Nicolas thought awkwardly.

Then, I briefly explained what happened in the building. Nicolas nodded and said, "If something like this happens again, instead of acting on your own, report it to the teachers. Don't do it again, or I'll have to report you as well."

"Got it," I said.

As I turned to leave, Nicolas' words stopped me.

"And that punch of yours... it's pretty good. Study hard, boy. I'm sure if you put the effort, you'll become a wonderful martial artist."

"Thank you, sir."

As I turned around and walked out of the room, with a small smile forming on my face.