The next day, Gray tried to clear his name.
He stood in the courtyard, surrounded by a group of delinquents who wanted to "learn from the master." They bowed respectfully, waiting for his words.
Gray scratched his head nervously. Okay, Gray, just tell them the truth…
"Listen up, everyone," he began. "I'm not strong. In fact, I'm super weak. Like… if life was a video game, I'd still be level 1."
The crowd murmured.
"But…" Gray continued, fumbling for words, "If you fall down, you just… stand up again. Even if you're pathetic. Even if you're crying. That's… that's all I got."
The students gasped.
"…Amazing.""He's saying strength isn't about winning, but never giving up…""So deep…"
Gray blinked. "Wait, no, I was just—"
Riku leaned in. "Just let them think you're smart."
Gray groaned. "I hate this."
But it was too late. His nonsense speech was already being passed around the school as the "Wisdom of the Weak King."
By the end of the day, ten more students had joined his "gang."
And Gray went home muttering, "I just wanna nap…"