CHAPTER 22

As I walked through the top academy's mirrored hallways, I kept my eyes forward and my back straight. There were whispers and smirks following my every move, though, no matter how much confidence I put on. 

The story of how badly Jean beat me had spread like wildfire. I went from being a cocky new student to a weak pretender in an instant, making everyone laugh. Their rude looks and comments made me feel like taking off my mask was the only way to protect myself.

Stress could not be stopped during the boring school days without sheer grit. But when I was by myself at night, I felt terrible shame and anger. I had to do something to get back the respect and honor I had lost. Giving in to their disdain was not acceptable. 

One late night, when I was bored and pacing my fancy room in anger, I had an idea. Physical strength could demand respect where mere position failed. And I knew just who to ask for hardcore training - Egon, the aggressive brute who had