Chapter 8 - 8

Roger and Exel went to school together. But since they were not in the same class and section, and since Exel was still in his second year of high school life, they separated their ways.

Roger then went straight to his room. And as he opened the sliding door, everyone in the room became silent when they realized that it was Roger.

They simply looked at him with some kind of fear, or perhaps unsure of what to feel in front of Roger.

Roger just shook his head, went to his seat, and simply watched the skies while waiting for their professors.

Also, he noticed the 'five bullies' group of Taylor, who had some supporters in their injuries.

'Drama.' Roger thought as he passed through them earlier.

Taylor and his group didn't have anything to do as Roger passed through them. Even though it was humiliating, they can still disregard their pride for a while.

For a while...

As the lecture for the morning was over, the five bullies gathered with some kids from the other section as well. They were standing in front of Roer's table, seemingly 15 in total.

Roger didn't look at them. Instead, he just sighed, opened his book, and said, "What's your problem, Taylor? Haven't you already had enough of me yesterday?"

"Shut up! You didn't win. It was only some kind of... underhanded trick you made."

'Of course. No one saw him go unconscious from a simple pressure, so no one would know.' Roger thought.

Roger put down his book and faced them all.

"Okay. I get it. Let's get this over with. If I beat you all, you will stop annoying me or even forget about what I was like in the past. Just remember this... if you dare to trouble me again, I won't forgive you."

Suddenly, all of them laughed, except for the five. Mockingly looking at Roger, the kids from the other section darted eyes at him.

"Do you think we are pushovers? Don't be overconfident, Skinny. You just won from underhanded tricks."

'Of course, you'll believe it.'

"So, where will we finish this? This is just the second day and you are already too obsessed with showing your power. Where will we go?" Roger suddenly asked, then stood up from his seat.

"Backyard lot."

Roger simply nodded as they left the room, some laughing behind their breaths.

Of course, Roger didn't think much of it. Instead, he just smirked as he saw their backs getting out of their room.

'Instead of taking their lunch, they do this kind of stuff. Perhaps I should teach these kids.'

A few seconds later, Roger followed them to the backyard lot. Everyone who heard it followed them with their eyes. And just when they were in the backyard lot, students from different years started watching them.

It was even confusing for Roger why there were no teachers that would stop them. Perhaps they were busy or it was just a vacant time for the teachers to not worry about the students anymore.

All of them cracked their bones while sitting on concrete cylinders, looking like some thugs in the corner of a street.

"Hey, Skinny. Are you ready?" one of them asked.

"Yeah... But you know, I don't like playing games. I am thinking of giving you lessons." Roger said that made them laugh.

To them, Roger was spouting some nonsense. Even those who knew Roger would laugh because the 15 before him were the top 15 fighters.

"Stop spouting nonsense. Were you just afraid that that's why you were moving your trap that way?"

"No... It's just... I remembered an unpopular quote." Roger said.

"Yup! He's going crazy. Did he just piss in his pants? It feels like he's just distracting himself."

Even with the 15 gathering around him, Roger didn't budge and continued talking about everything he felt like. Even he doesn't get what he was talking about. He just wanted to release some words that might help or not.

"This unpopular quote says, 'a powerful butterfly doesn't live long, they live shortly, but they multiply so many times that they can't be even counted in the next generation'."

It was a nonsensical quote. But for Roger, it was something soothing, as he remembers that nonsensical quote as well.

The 15 around him didn't make any noise. They just looked at Roger with an uncertain expression, and after a few minutes, they burst into laughter.

"Kyah~ That was... not funny." Suddenly, all of them change their expression into some dreadful kind of humans. They all looked like predators.

Well, for others, but for Roger, they all seem like house cats that wear lions' manes.

"Oh. You don't get it. We are not joking with you, Skinny. Because what we don't like is when losers win with some kind of underhanded trick. Even giving them the upper hand won't be acceptable since losers will always be losers."

Roger sighed after hearing those words. He even covered his nose as some stinky smell reached his nostrils.

"What was that? Were you eating shit? I barely understood your words since I was distracted by your stinky breath."

The one who was talking suddenly paused and gritted his teeth. Veins also appeared in his forehead, and as he looked at Roger's disgusted face, he couldn't contain his anger anymore.

"Fuck you!"

And there, as if a boulder-like punch hit Roger's face, making him fly a few meters, even passing through some of the kids that were gathering around him.

His body landed and rolled, but there was no pain for him. He just stood up after it and tapped his clothes.

All of them were surprised at first. But when he stood up, they were even more surprised since that punch was some kind of strong force hitting a stick.

"You are good. You endured my punch."

Roger just raised his eyebrow as he finished patting his butt.

"Was that a punch? I thought it was just a touch of a kid. Sorry to disappoint, but that punch didn't qualify." Roger said with a grin, mocking him with all his might.

All his might... or might be all of his mischievous sides.

'In a lesson, you listen to someone's sentiments and finally teach them to correct them.'

Roger just let him punch him since he was so curious about why all of them were so confident.. But disappointed, the punch didn't even activate some of his nerves.