2. Chance

The face of a 20-year-old girl with a thin face, bright eyes with black pupils with pink lines, and a sweet smile on her red lips. Her long straight black hair, looked so contrasted with her skin that was white and clean like a pearl. The girl quickly put her mask back on, while Akara yelled instead.

"Ugly! Week!" he shouted while sticking out his tongue.

"Hahaha, see you in ten years!" said the girl with such a soft voice. She tried to stand up, then stretched out her right hand towards Akara, and suddenly two wooden sword blades appeared.

"Take my sword," she continued, then a pink lightning flashed all over her body, which soon made her disappear.

"Wow cool!" Akara exclaimed admiringly as he saw her leave, then grabbed the two wooden sword blades that fell in front of him.

"This, this is my sword!" he shouted, but then realized something strange and swung it.

"Not my sword, but." The child examined his blade, then swung it again with such agility.

"The same feeling." He still felt amazed by the sword given by the masked woman, because it felt the same as his old sword.

...

When Akara fell asleep, his mother looked at the two wooden sword blades that her child put at the end of the room. in her view, the two wooden sword blades were covered by pink lightning. When she wanted to touch them, suddenly a large enough lightning bolt struck her hand.

"So possessive," she said with a small laugh, then left them alone.

...

The next day

Akara came to the academy, even though he had failed to condense his realm aura, and failed to be accepted as a student of the academy. However, with full confidence, he carried his two wooden sword blades. The little boy mingled with the other children, but apparently someone recognized him when he arrived at the main field.

"Look! That's the trash that can't even condense his aura." A boy his age pointed at him, telling the older children.

All eyes instantly turned to Akara, time seemed to stop from the child's point of view. All the pitying and belittling eyes felt very oppressive.

When time felt like it was moving again, now there was laughter and whispers talking about him.

"Hahaha how unfortunate, what kind of life will he live without energy aura,"

"Of course his life won't last long,"

"He was destined to be trash for the rest of his life,"

With a sharp gaze, Akara looked at them until they were quite startled. After that, he continued to walk again, but there was a group of students blocking his way. They were five, four boys and one girl who carried their bags. The little girl was named Kana, who was also from the Beton family.

"Ehh where are you going?" One of the boys named Cor Beton, the young master of the Beton family branch of the Blue city.

"Master Aura strongest," he continued, followed by laughter from his three friends, while Kana who became their errand boy could only bow his head.

"Hahaha, master Aura strongest he said!"

"A little ant wants to be a dragon,"

Without hesitation, Akara threw his two wooden swords in the air, then landed a punch right on Cor Beton's nose.

Buggh !!

"Akgg!"

A punch that was strong enough to push Cor Beton back, then blood flowed from his nose.

"Shut up, you! You are the trash who can only talk a lot!" he shouted as he stretched out his hand in front of him, then both of his swords fell into his grip.

"Master Cor Beton!" The three boys behind him panicked and immediately helped their master who had been hit.

After wiping the blood from his nose, Cor Beton released his realm aura. A 5-star energy aura appeared behind his shoulders accompanied by an energy shock.

"How dare you attack the young master of the Beton family!"

Akara was surprised and jumped to the side, but Cor Beton immediately performed a spinning kick. The kick hit his stomach, making him fly back several meters.

"Akhh!" Akara groaned in pain, curled up while holding his stomach.

Seeing his opponent powerless, Cor Beton quickly approached and yelled. "Damn trash!"

"Master, stop!" Kana, the little girl who became their errand, unexpectedly stopped her master who wanted to beat Akara. She held Cor Beton's arm so he wouldn't approach anymore. However, Cor Beton immediately pushed the little girl.

"Trash! Turns out you care for each other among trash!" Cor Beton shouted before turning to Akara, but that boy ran away.

"Don't fall, trash like you can't compare to this young master!" Cor Beton shouted as Akara began to distance himself from him, then he laughed with satisfaction.

Akara didn't go straight home, he walked to the forest he had passed before. The big river in the forest with a calm and comfortable nuance.

The masked girl was still there, she watched Akara from the tree branch. Her hand that was reaching out to Akara, now clenched tightly. She wanted to approach him when she saw the scars on his face, but soon she changed her mind. The nails on her slender fingers, even hurt her slender palm.

When Akara sat on the riverbank, the masked girl finally approached him. The way she descended was like flying with such grace, spreading her pink dress and showing her smooth white skin.

"What's wrong with your face?" the girl greeted as she sat next to Akara.

"None of your business," he replied indifferently, without looking.

"Why are you still here?" she continued, glancing briefly.

The masked girl didn't answer him, but instead took out a pill from her storage ring.

"Here!" She reached for Akara's hand and put it in his palm.

"What is this?"

"Healing pill, eat it and the scars will disappear immediately,"

"I'll return it," Akara refused, handing the pill back in his palm.

"Listen!" The masked girl now spoke angrily.

"Your face is a valuable asset, and not yours alone. It will belong to the girls who become your partners. Don't let there be any scars, understand!?"

Without answering her, Akara immediately ate the healing pill. The scars on his face gradually shrank, and soon disappeared without a trace. His skin returned to normal, as if there had never been a wound.

"Did you lose or win earlier?" the masked girl said, swinging her legs on the surface of the river water. Again, no answer came out of Akara's mouth.

"Ahh boring, later there will be no other girls who like you besides me," the masked girl said, lowering her head and looking at Akara.

"Teach me self-defense techniques!" Akara turned, then looked at her seriously.