Chapter 202: Bully

Chapter 202: Bully

The Welcome Ceremony for New Students, Nine Towers Academy

College has a particular cool factor. At least when you are in the right social circles. The Nine Towers Academy looks a lot like college to me. Hot chicks, check. Nerds, check. Power-hungry professors and [Archmages], check. Its pretty much the same game of politics while most students remain oblivious and try to enjoy their stay as much as possible.

Oh, I almost forgot. Not just hot chicks. Hot dudes, too, if thats how you swing.

But the broader point here, fellas, is that I never went to college back on Earth. I never saw a real reason why I should go. Not like I was lazy, I couldnt get in, or something like that. I didnt go because I couldnt be bothered. Why should I waste years of my life studying instead of really learning the profession? Thats why I like baking. You still go to school, sure. But you mostly learn on the job. Its pretty much like medicine, but without them lying to you about your education and asking 80 grand each year.

But what if you have the possibility of joining a Hogwarts-like institution at your fingertips? Wouldnt you give it a go? Come on. Every reader my age has read H.P. We all dream of getting the little envelope brought by the owl service, dont we? We want to hear that we are not muggles and that we can, in fact, do badass magic. Its in our nature. Theres nothing wrong with accepting it.

So, lets return to the welcome ceremony Im attending under my Elf disguise. Yep, I asked Valarith for a big-ass disguising enchantment also, we doctored some documents, paid for my attendance, and registered myself as a student. Not even an [Archmage] would recognize my disguise, by the way. Not even a Dragon. Maybe a very high-leveled Hydra, Lord Juler said apparently, those creatures have very powerful eyes.

The speeches will be held in about an hour. Right now, food is being served for the new students, and the representatives of various factions are going around, trying to recruit your ass. I mean, they try if you look worthy of it or have a known background. My identity is Gioeius Lucianus, son of a [Merchant] living in Carilia thats the huge continent full of different species, apparently.

They have those tapestries draped over the walls. And Im not going to lie, while some look badass, others look utterly ridiculous. Theres a flying a mouth skewered on a sword. I have no idea what thats supposed to be.

The Mouse Lancers. They arewhimsical. Dont make fun of them, however. They love being underestimated thats why they are the one society that usually wins the school games. Im not clear on the details, but they are one of the ancient societies with the most wins in their name. They are secretive and usually dont show themselves around much.

Lancers? But thats a sword, I reply to the Elf who just accosted me.

Again, whimsical.

He smiles at me, probably waiting for an introduction of some kind.

Yo, my name is

Hey, little bird, did you break your wings?

A voice suddenly thunders over everyone else, and I turn, feeling a soft aura washing over a few feet from me. All the societies standing at their stands are just looking while a tall Elf ridicules a guy on the ground a guy-Elf. Ive seen very few Humans so far.

I bring a hand to the hat on my head a little tic Ive developed recently. It helps me think. I mean, it could actually be an enchantment for all I know. Even Lord Juler says hes not sure about it.

Also, who calls a person little bird, huh? That sounds very still-in-the-closet-gay. Like, Im-in-the-mafia-but-I-cant-tell-others-Im-gay-so-I-bully-others-for-being-effeminate kind of gay.

What do you want? a strained voice comes from the guy on the ground. But its not just strained. It almost sounds like he has a speech impairment.

The taller guy snorts and nods to himself.

You bumped into me. Do you care to resolve the issue with a duel?

I take a better look at the tall Elf.

[Advanced Mana Sense]

The guy is not strong. At all. Not even by students standards. His Mana is weak. I cant even compare it to anything from the top of my head. Its simply pathetic.

I deactivate my skill, trying to figure out what the hell is going on.

The taller guy aggressively hoists up the other Elf before letting him go.

Well, how nice of him

And down goes the shorter Elf immediately.

Thats when I notice that the shorter Elf has two very weirdly shaped legs. They are, like, bent inwards or something.

Oh, shoot.

Thats cerebral palsy, isnt it? The shape of the leg, the speech impairment? What the hell? How come such a disease exists in goddamn fantasy land? And why has no one cured it? I dont know much about the thing to discuss it properly, but isnt there some weird magic that could do the trick?

I understand whats going on now. The taller guy is a loser. Like, a big-time loser. Not just loser-loser. Not the oh, I speed-run Mario every Thursday while downing a hobbit-weight-equivalent of tacos instead of finding a job kind of loser. Nope, this guy is trying to become a bully by bullying the most bulliable person in school. Hell, American school hierarchies all over, dude. And what kind of messed-up person makes fun of a disabled guy? Even if the guy is an Elf, he deserves some basic Elven decency. Or Human decency. Or whatever expression they use in a world of not only Humans.

Who

I put the [Fireball] closer to his face, and he starts visibly sweating. I can see the fear in his eyes reflecting the fiery flames in my hand.

This. Bum-bum. Are we clear? I tell him with a creepy Elven smile.

Clear! Clear! he squirms and starts running away as soon as I stand up.

Pussy.

Now, everyone is giving me a wide berth, but only the weird Ahali and the disabled kid look at me with respect.

Yo, kid. Where are your crutches? I ask him, looking around the crowd and individuating one.

I dont know where the second

Found it.

I raise them in the air with magic and bring them to me. Its not proper [Telekinesis] since I dont have the spell yet.

Gioeius Lucianus is the name, I extend my hand to the guy on the ground and help him up. But Id rather have you call me Gioei, good?

Good.

And whats your name?

Anneus.

Anneus gets up and starts fiddling with something before getting his hands on the crutches. Suddenly, I notice that this guy has two mismatched bags of holding on him.

Did you just I widen my eyes and laugh.

He calmly looks around and nods with a criminal, toothy smile.

Wow, a cool, disabled [Thief].

Nice.

I like the guy.

And this beautiful lady is? I say, extending a hand to her as well.

Alba, she replies with a bashful look.

Now, how can a look be bashful when you are not just taller than the person speaking with you but also possibly three times as physically fit? Shes wearing a shirt that barely covers her tummy, and I swear I can see some rock-hard abs there. With some fur around, but who am I to be picky?

Yo, Alba, nice to meet you too, I say while grabbing her soft pawhand. She has hands, not paws. Slightly disappointing.

Well, what do you two say we visit some of those stands? Im really curious about the mouse thing and maybe some other societies. Houses. Whatever they are called

You want to join the Mouse Lancers? Anneus raises an eyebrow. Good luck with that.

Oh, Anneus, Jo-Gioei Lucianus needs no luck.

I keep smiling and standing in place.

So, are we going or not? he looks at me like Im an idiot.

Right, there are no cutscenes in real life, sadly.

Yeah. Yes. Lets go.