Awakening of the Inferno

Chapter 14 - Flurry -2-

A ripened fist slammed downwards towards the bruised lad.

‘Where does the concept of magic even lie in that attack?! It’s just a ordinary punch!’

“Magic attack! Magic attack! Magic attack! Magic attack! Magic attack!”

Inoyva unleashed a series of 7 punches to the lying lad’s face.

‘Why did you shout it five times when he actually hit me seven times?! This bastard!’ He was barking mad from the sheer realization of the projected power of those fists and more so angered of how lacking Inoyva was when counting them down.

“Why are you even doing this?”

He vehemently was riddled with various forms of injuries towards his face that painted a ghastly picture. As such, he was with the thirst of knowing what he chose this kind of method in attacking them.

Inoyva was willing to answer, still a short wave away from landing another blow, “Well, you know from those heroes each time they activate their special move, they say the name of it. So, this is my ultimate move, too.” He was encompassed by that nonchalant and pure expression. As if the onslaught he had induced was nothing of the grim kinds most people would cower at.

“That’s just a normal punch!”

The raging emotion prompted his immediate response.

“What do you want?! Anything! Anything with my power I can give to you.” Without any other choice in the matter, he finally proposed to bargain for leeway out of this conundrum.

Inoyva’s fist halted midway.

“Hmmm… There’s actually not anything that I want. But I can come up to a compromise. You called my girl fuckable, fuckable is eight letter word and when I multiple it by eighteen, my favorite number, the answer is one hundred and forty four.”

With a loosened face, he recalled the vaguely annoying word that brought down such a fate towards them. He pondered over it prior. In regards to the overall answer towards his calculations, it was revealed at the time of the group’s arrival from inside the infirmary. 

“Why is that your favorite number?”

Even though, for unknown reasons why the overall answer reached at the point, the battered up lad, thrust upon a question.

His nonchalant expression once again made the light of day, more like light of night now, “Well, the eighteenth is when I was born and being eighteen is the age I thought was the coolest. Anyway, moving on, for the one hundred and forty four number, that is how many punches are coming your way, though I will hit anywhere on your body except for the face. That’s a good answer, huh?”

The accumulative response was brought to an abrupt stop, when Inoyva assumed a sturdier position. Inoyva looked upon the prey, cowering with breaches of soiling themselves. However the consequences they faced now were the contemplation of their actions from before. As such, they could no longer evade the results with half-hearted responses.

A wicked smile etched over Inoyva, eyes brimming with ill-intent whilst exuding a sign of pleasure, “Hehe!”

“You…” He wanted to attempt yet again a compromise, or maybe something else. But he was cut short, “Magic attack!” When another fist managed to land on the length of his face.

And there was an uproar of the land.

***

I feel so refreshed! 

He took in the utmost joy with a smile.

Inoyva assumed a standing position, looking over what the utter results of his anger were. ‘That should be enough as a punishment and was a perfect test run.’ Gathering his thoughts, he could say at least they would not forget this day and his unruly face, not any time soon.

But he could feel something peculiar of one of them.

‘Still standing… More like still kneeling.’

At near distance, he caught the wavering form of who he piqued his interest. Honing in on him due to the fact out of all those unruly kids, these lad was still kneeling on the earth rather lying on his back, he was somewhat different with a scar near his right eye.

Inoyva made way towards a shimmering lad, blood steadily leaving his head and the blatantly unwavering expression that made up his face. If he recall correctly, he was quite different, in that fact that at each time he sent a strike landing to a painful place, he never yelped or any form of help was released from his mouth.

I reach to him, lowering myself when bending my knees. He was at almost waist’s height though I was seemingly taller than the average. 

“Yo.” Seemingly, my cheery voice burst through with one word.

He never reacted towards it, though he was still conscious and breathing. This person at least could understand the situation he was in for the most part.

“Can you hear me?” Inoyva asked.

However no response was given. This kind of behavior was akin to someone of unyielding grit. I looked impressed, that even while someone who was levels of higher than himself, he kept a sharp gaze about his face.

‘Well, if he won’t answer, I can find the answers from somewhere else.’ 

Inoyva, who noticed the small card on the ground steadily covered by small traces of soil, started stretching his hand towards it. There was no resistance whatsoever to that person, when detecting Inoyva currently had his student ID in the clutch of the hand.

“Ripfumelo.” Inoyva made out the first word. That was quite evident of his first name.

There’s not that many things he interests me about him…

Inoyva stopped, when staring across a certain piece of information.

‘Class twelfth c? Wait, isn’t that same class that I am in…? So, out of all them, I’ll have to share the same classroom and dormitory as this idiot?’ Inoyva thought to himself, peering towards that thin piece of plastic. Some slivers of reassurance were taken from the looks of it.

“I’m disappointed, since we’re classmates that you would think of such a wayward plan to attack me, hey, Ripfumelo.” Inoyva would look down on him when assuming a standing position. He contemplated their necessary compulsory relationship when realizing the fact of them being classmates.

Ripfumelo shifted his gaze to the side, looking away with rebelliousness.

“Hey, I have no interest in you third-rate bully personality. Or do you honestly not realize the current situation you find yourself in?” Inoyva raised my fist at him. Though he hesitated at first if he should hammer in a lengthy power, he softened up his hand.

…Thereby slapping the rebelling lad with an effortless motion. 

Again… Again and again.

Hah… Wait a minute. The overall reason to draw in more people that I would find useful was a varying thought. And from his quick-witted nature, that unyielding gaze and I can feel it, the collection of lengthy Ethereal energy in his body despite being a hybrid of Sykoh and Abyss.

“Don’t you people run by a code? You know, like since I beat the shit out of you all, then I should be the next leader to take in the reins, though you would be only person I would be looking to, to rule over?” Taming the necessity to unleash a barrage of slaps, Inoyva advanced a proposal midway towards the scar-ridden lad.

That rebellious gaze would soften for the better, though it was still in a rebellious state. What more can he do than actually refuse such a good plan of motion.

“This… seems interesting.” 

However in that moment, Inoyva caught the vibrations of someone’s voice in the near distance. 

There’s someone who could approach without me noticing? 

He hastily shifted his gaze with utter shock towards that varying individual.

‘I expected it to be a student, but from her stature and the way she spoke so confidently… One of the guards…?’ The form that adorned Inoyva’s eyes was one of a feminine stature. She revealed herself towards the once bustling group with slow steps until stopping ten or more steps away.

“And who might you be?”

As he guessed for the sequences of events, he could pry out a name from this person.

Even though her gaze was unflinching at that, he felt discomfort.

‘Did she see everything?’ Inoyva’s expression darkened at an inward notion.

“How can you not know the face or name of your instructor?”

Instructor…?

A light bulb flashed that immediate moment, ‘I think I recall Cai saying something about potentially meeting our instructor. To think that it actually happened outside the walls of the classroom.’

“Ms. Relka, I presume?”

He could not struggle to find her last name when uttering.

“Yes. Though for someone who has internal injuries, I don’t think beating up your fellow peers is good form of exercise.” 

That deadly stare staring down on him was evidently painting a clear picture. Repulsed by it, Inoyva’s never shifted in demeanor, though. At least he had a sliver of chance just in case he was caught in such a conundrum.

“If I recall correctly, the rules only mentioned that aside from murder, the matters pertaining to students would be overlooked, regardless. That means, I can beat up as many students as I want as long as I don’t kill them, right?”

In no time, a response spilled out from his sharp tongue.