-Roughly Three Years after the Collapse of the DPZ-
Wearing his impressive golden Blazer, indicating he was presently a Year Four Student, Cynrik burst into the Headmaster's office, startling the in-progress meeting and earning him the ire of the Dean of Year Four.
"YOU! HOW DARE YOU UGHHH AHHHHH!" Jumping to his feet, the burly Dean of Year four, Henry Ettom, roared, ready to attack, but before he could even scold Cynrik, the pissed-off young man unleashed an astounding amount of Killing Intent on the Dean, which forced him belly-first to the ground, shattering his entire ribcage, and multiple other bones.
"Silence worm, if I gave a single fuck about your shitty opinions, I would ask for them." Walking past Dean Ettom, Cynrik didn't forget to unleash a savage kick to the man's already damaged torso, hurling him out of the room, unconscious and in bad shape, before slamming the door shut with an inky black tendril.
"Sigh, for fuck sake Cynrik; I know you believe him to be a spy, but was it really necessary to be so heavy-handed." Clutching his balled-up left fist with his right hand, Geralt glared at Cynrik long enough to cause him to click his tongue and look away.
If it were a year ago, Cynrik would have stood his ground. However, after fifteen years of training, anguish, and manifestation, Geralt finally broke through the barrier separating The Supernatural and Ascended Stage.
If it were anyone else, Cynrik wouldn't have humored them, Tier-6 or not. Still, unsurprisingly, he held a certain level of respect for the Headmaster, especially since it was apparent to him to what great lengths the man had put his neck on the line for not only Cynrik but every member of MyrkLys.
The faint Divine Particles radiating off Geralt's body would usually put a sense of unease in everyone, but having spent much time surrounded by them after the Gala Incident, Cynrik was unbothered.
"I don't even need to know why you've shown up and rudely interrupted my meeting, and the answer is still no, Cynrik." Geralt's stern tone caused Cynrik to look back at the Headmaster with an unsatisfied expression.
"Being the first year for the Advancement Strife, and considering that you are BANNED from all official events, I refuse to let you or any member of MyrkLys step foot anywhere remotely close to the venue."
Unlike the vindictive and cocky Cynrik that the nation had come to know, Char was vastly different; with his short blond hair, imposing half mask, and flashy red and black outfit, Char was extremely well-spoken, and his every word commanded both attention and caution.
He oozed charisma and nobility, something that Cynrik severely lacked, and it further served to separate his two identities.
However, the appearance of this mysterious and charismatic Char Aznable didn't go over well with a certain younger brother.
Sure, Brance was on board with most if not all of Cynrik's actions the past couple of years; however, when he saw his older brother's outfit and heard the name he was using, Brance, who quickly recognized what was happening, didn't let Cynrik off without hours upon hours of scolding.
The reason was simple: Cynrik had once again pulled a Weeby Cynrik move.
That's right, Cynrik had hacked his way into a long list of dirty laundry about the bulk of the Government Officials and leaked it all to the masses while using his largest Anime Reference to date.
With expertise befitting the largest Earth Hacker groups, he trickled the information without leaving a single crumb of evidence that he had done so, incapacitated large organizations by bringing down their online infrastructure, and even started gaining traction with his newly labeled Terrorist group.
Within a span of three months, he had nearly brought the entire country to its knees, a feat that would have been legendary had they not fought back, denounced his actions, and manipulated the narrative against him.
While none were the wiser and a country-wide witch hunt was started with a massive billion-dollar bounty placed on the head of Char Aznable, Cynrik continued his daily school life as if it had nothing to do with him.
Geralt was in the know about Cynrik's alter ego, and to some extent, he agreed with what he had done so far; still, it wasn't nearly enough for him to put everything on the line and help infiltrate the Advancement Strife.
"It's not happening, and if you make me, I have no problem putting you and the rest of MyrkLys on lockdown, with round-the-clock 24-hour surveillance." Putting his foot down, Geralt passed his judgment before shooing a pissed-off Cynrik out of his office.