A rooftop, bare to the illuminating endless night-sky housed four people.
Ryn, his face battered and bruised, with blood seeping out his nose reluctantly leaned his back against the rooftop's chilling hand-rails. His wavy thin black hair was scattered, and his shimmering blue eyes were on the edge of tears.
In front of him, hands on hips, smirks wider than the earth's width were three teenagers, all around the age of 16. They stared down Ryn, his eyes divergent to their furious gaze. They all wore the same generic school attire. Blazers, ironed pants, buttoned-up white long-sleeved shirts, and black ties.
"Heh. Look at him. He's on the urge of tears." Spoke one of the men on the left, with wrinkled brown hair that flowed down to his shoulders.
"HEY COME ON NOW! LOOK AT US!" Shouted the one in the middle of their small gang. His face chiseled, and his scalp hooded with glorious light brown, straight hair.
"Come on nowww! Where has all that spite you had earlier gone? Eh?" Spoke the final one on the right, who had short, curly blonde hair.
"You're cowards." Gently spoke Ryn, his lips clearly shivering, his voice whimpered.
"Eh? Come again?" Arrogantly sprouted chiseled face.
"Three-on-one? And you ask where my spite I had earlier went..." Ryn responded, his remerging determination filling his eyes.
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Ryn had always been quiet. Always huddled in the corner of the classroom. No one dared to talk to him. No matter if they thought he was some creep, a loner, or shy. Yet, unknown to his classmates, Ryn always held up-tight morals. If someone strong bullied the weak, he'll retaliate. If someone guilt-trips the innocent, he'll retaliate. If someone abuses the scared, he'll retaliate.
He bided his time. Sealing his inner-thoughts... Until one day he noticed three people bullying the weak. His eyes lit up with glee, and his fist curled tightly. I'm sure you can guess what happened after that.
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SWUSH! Chiseled face swung his fist towards the already beaten Ryn. Ryn stared down Chiseled's knuckles as they blasted towards his face. He knew he couldn't dodge. He may have had a strong sense of heroism, yet, he had no idea how to fight. He simply accepted the punch, his ideals unwavering.
[:FIGHT:] Zapped a radiating robotic voice in Ryn's mind.
[:FIGHT:]
[:FIGHT:]
[:FIGHT:]
[:FIGHT:]
[:FIGHT:]
[:FIGHT:]
Rang the voice endlessly in Ryn's mind.
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It was as if everything was in slowmotion. The winding smoke from everyone's chilled breathing paused. Chiseled, his face painted with frustration stood still. His arm thrusted out towards Ryn, his legs twisted, ready to knock Ryn out... Yet... Nothing.
Ryn froze, his back still pressed against the rooftop's railings.
[:FIGHT:] Came the striking voice again. In an instant, Ryn's crystal-blue eyes sparked towards Chiseled's fist. And, as if unlocking some sort of elite combat knowledge, he swiftly ducked past the punch.
Time regained itself. Chiseled, perplexed, unwillingly slammed his body against the railing. Never in a million years did he expect Ryn to dodge his attack.
"EH?" He walloped, his chest slammed against the railing.
Ryn's perplexed thoughts began to ignite... "What... Just happened? I dodged? Does that mean I stand a chance? A chance to beat them? A chance to save people without hurting myself in theprocess?"
Ryn's thoughts were snapped, as the blonde one, enraged, struck his fist towards Ryn. Yet, once again Ryn's mind tingled. His eyes locked onto the fist hurdling towards him.
Swish
Ryn swept under the punch.
Soon enough, all three of them began to pursue Ryn with a barrage of flourishing punches. Yet, he ducked, weaved, and slid himself past every single blow.
[:FIGHT:]
[:FIGHT:]
[:FIGHT:]
Echoed the voice once again.
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Ryn had managed to reach the railing parallel to the one before. His back tugged against it, trapped as all three of the bullies, their expressions growing tired, circled him.
"GAH! STOP RUNNING AWAY DAMMIT!" Roughly shot Chiseled, catching his breath.
They all began to close in on Ryn. Their minds filled with the determination to kill. Yet, Ryn stayed calm. As if living the dream he had always wanted, he smirked.
"When was the last time I smiled? Watching these guys slowly become defeated... It brings me that sense of justice I couldn't reach before..." He thought, and, with no where else to go, he leaped onto the rooftop's railings. One wrong step, and death awaited him.
The bullies' faces were painted with shock, as Ryn began to glide across the slippery, ice-cold railing. His feet carefully jogging along it, to get away from them.
"I feel... So free!" Ryn thought, carelessly flowing across the rail, already plotting what else he can do to the bullies. For once, finally... Ryn felt free. No more did he have to watch people suffer because he couldn't do anything. His new-found combat knowledge spreading glee among his entire body!
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Slip.
Ryn felt one of his feet lose balance. It wafted across the long drop, his heart drooped, as he felt his entire body lean with his foot.
Soon enough, he felt his entire body flying against the harsh chilling wind. There was no way of surviving this. Ryn's short-lasted high became the catalyst for his fall.
"Damn this shit-hole of a planet..." Ryn mumbled, his voice trembling. His eyes clamped, preparing for the inevitable splat.
[:FIGHT:] Rang the voice one last time.
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Ryn felt his senses begin to re-ignite. His eyes peeled back, vision blurred. Re-adjusting to his surroundings, Ryn found himself in the middle of a crowd. Vibrant ruby-flickers followed him wherever he looked. Everyone seemed to wear the same blood-red blazer. The contrasting color of their black, silky pants and ruby-red blazers were unusual for Ryn...
Dancing his gaze from left to right, Ryn instantly new.
"Was I... Reincarnated?"
Looking down, Ryn realised he too was wearing the same school attire. He, and everyone else was standing on a beige, light-brown trail of bricks. The bricks led to a massive building. Shaped as if a medieval castle.
Hoards of what seemed to be students gathered at its front gates.
"A school? An academy of some sorts?"
[:BEEP:]
[:THE ELITE ACADEMY:]
[:YOU ARE TO ATTEND THIS SCHOOL:]
[:YOU, AND EVERYONE ELSE ARE FIRST-YEARS:]
[:THIS IS THE FIRST TIME THIS SCHOOL HAS OPENED FOR THE PUBLIC EYE:]
[:QUEST: PASS ENTRANCE EXAM. REWARD: DIVINE OVERSEER SKILL:]
[:SKILLS CURRENTLY UNLOCKED: FIGHTER'S EYE:]
[:FAILIURE OF QUESTS WILL RESULT IN PUNISHMENTS:]
Echoed the familiar voice...