Supreme Awakening Of The General's Lost Son

Chapter 10

When Dean left the restaurant, he quickly glanced at his watch and saw that it was already 7:30 PM.

He knew he had to hurry if he wanted to make it back to his dorm room before the gate closed at 8:00 PM.

He sprinted across the campus, his feet pounding the pavement as he rushed to beat the curfew.

Finally, he arrived at his dorm building and burst through the door, panting heavily.

He quickly made his way to his room, using his fingerprint to unlock the door.

As he entered the room, he saw that Peter was already fast asleep, while the other student was still reading a book, oblivious to Dean's arrival.

Dean didn't bother to greet him, instead, he walked over to a cage he had brought from home and began to feed the rat his father had given him to train with.

After feeding the rat, Dean hopped onto his bed and let out a deep sigh, feeling exhausted from the day's events.

He closed his eyes, and before he knew it, he had dozed off.

The next morning, all the students lined up in the hall for general training led by Mr. Leo.

"Welcome, students," Mr. Leo said, his voice loud and clear. "I'm Mr. Leo, and I'll be leading your general training sessions.

These sessions are designed to prepare you for the missions you will be assigned as groups."

As Mr. Leo began the training, Dean could hear students talking about the Axe gang and how they had been going around bullying weak-ranked students and extorting money from them.

"I heard they beat up a student from the third year," one student whispered.

"Yeah, and they're getting bolder," another student replied. "They're even targeting students from higher ranks."

Dean's ears perked up as he listened, and he figured out that Sam and Jerry could be part of the gang.

"I'm going to take them down," Dean muttered to himself, his determination growing stronger.

That night, Dean decided to go outside and train for a bit with the rat in the cage. He checked the time; it was 6:30. He had one hour and thirty minutes to train before returning to school.

"I'm going to master this skill," Dean said to himself, focusing on the rat in the cage.

"I'm going to show them what I'm capable of."

As he arrived at a clearing in the nearby woods, he placed the cage on the ground.

"You're not going to bully anyone else," Dean said, his eyes narrowing as he thought of the Axe gang. "I'm going to put a stop to it."

The rat in the cage seemed to sense Dean's determination, and it let out a fierce squeak, as if it were ready to take on the Axe gang itself.

Dean let out the rat, and it scurried around the clearing, sniffing and exploring its new surroundings.

"Okay, Mr. Titi, it's time to train," Dean said, placing food on the ground. He focused his energy, trying to understand the rat's emotions towards the food.

He could sense the rat's excitement and hunger, and he tried to connect with those emotions.

Next, Dean tried to control the rat, focusing his energy and willing the rat to move towards him. But no matter how hard he tried, the rat didn't budge.

Dean tried harder, concentrating his energy and visualizing the rat moving towards him. And then, suddenly, the rat paused, as if it could hear Dean's thoughts.

But just as Dean was about to make progress, a loud scream pierced the air.

"Somebody help! Please let me go!" a male voice yelled, some distance away in the bush.

Dean's head jerked up, and he looked around, trying to locate the source of the scream. The rat, startled by the sudden noise, scurried back into its cage.

Dean's training session was interrupted, and he felt a surge of concern and curiosity. Who was screaming for help, and what was happening in the bush?

Dean picked up the cage and ran towards the direction of the voice as fast as he could. As he arrived, he saw Sam, one of Blake's boys, trying to steal a student's money.

"Let him go," Dean said immediately, startling the two.

Sam turned and when he saw Dean, he frowned. "You again?" he asked, his voice mixed with anger. "You have the habit of sticking your nose where it doesn't belong, don't you?"

Sam let go of the student, who quickly took advantage of the distraction to run off. Sam turned and looked at the student, then back to Dean, his eyes narrowing.

"Look what you caused," Sam said, his voice low and menacing. "Now you will have to pay his tax and yours together."

As Sam spoke, his eyes started glowing with a dime blue light. Dean could feel a surge of energy emanating from Sam, and he knew that he was in for a fight.

But Dean wasn't intimidated. Instead, he had a smile on his face. "Time to finally test my new abilities," he said to himself, his eyes narrowed in determination.