Chapter 12: S+ Potential (1/2)
The moment Rakna finished speaking, everyone fell silent. The people who had stayed behind instead of leaving the school grounds were also shocked. It was known to all of them that since the day before, Herts had been gathering people to join his group and several of them had bought firearms from the System's shop.
”He's done for… who's that dude anyway?” One boy muttered whilst watching from one of the school building's windows.
”Rakna Xiorra,” a voice answered him and the boy jumped in fright.
”B-boss! You know him?”
The one who had spoken was an eighteen-year-old looking guy with dirty blond hair and green eyes. He wore red and black clothes and his t-shirt exposed a large part of his upper chest which had the tattoo of a four-winged blazing bird on it.
”Never spoke to the guy,” he shrugged. ”But we kind of know each other.”
”Um, h-how so?”
”He and I are roof-sleeping buddies.”
'The heck's a roof-sleeping buddy?' The apparent subordinate sweatdropped. ”Then… should we help him?”
”Why?” He retorted with an honestly confused tone.
”Y-yes, of course,” the lackey replied nervously. ”He's just a stranger after all. There's nothing to gain by saving him.”
”Once again, what are you talking about?”
”Eh?”
”Anyway, let's join the rest. We'll leave now,” the 'boss' said and turned around. ”I wanted to deal with that teach personally but it seems like my job is cut out. Herts' a dumbass. He's taunting a beast too much for him to handle.”
The subordinate was left utterly lost as he followed his leader. 'What does the boss mean by that?' He wondered.
Meanwhile, from another place near the school's wall, the black-haired woman Rakna had spotted earlier was also watching the altercation happening in the middle of the yard.
”You damn kid…” Herts fumed and before he could lash out at the brat who had insulted him, a student behind him suddenly pointed his rifle at Rakna.
”I'm done with this, teach. Let's just kill that guy and take Miss Flavia,” he declared and grinned. ”It's not like we need their consent, right?”
His grin was immediately shared by everyone else. Even Herts now sported a smirk, completely forgoing his polite attitude. He raised his hand and at least ten other rifles were pointed at Rakna.
”Now, kid, be smart and hand over Miss Jeina or I'll order to shoot.”
Rakna's expression became even more vacant if it was possible. In a certain way, it almost looked like he was ready to sleep.
”Did you know?” He raised his voice. ”The saliva of mosquitoes carries something alike to an anesthetic. That's why you don't feel anything when they sting you,” he said something that perplexed everyone.
Herts frowned. ”What does that have anything to do with the situation?”
”Well, can you imagine how deadly it would be if, let's say, a snake with camouflage abilities had that peculiar trait?”
Before the teacher could make head or tails of what he was saying, he heard several thuds behind him. His eyes widened to the maximum and he started sweating heavily. He didn't want to look back but he had to. From the corner of his eyes, he saw his lackeys lying on the ground with pulsing blue veins.
”Wha… huh?”
”Scary, isn't it?” Rakna commented. He had very quickly checked Pronos' status earlier and he found out the effect of the pill the little guy had bought.
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Anesthetic Secretion: Limited to creatures capable of injecting substances through an appendage. They become capable of producing anesthetic. The higher the level, the stronger the effect and the bigger the quantity.
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A creature with an already existent ability to make poison will be able to mix the two. The efficiency depends on the type of poison.
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Rakna started walking toward Herts and the latter tensed and urgently pulled out a handgun from his back. He was about to aim it when it was suddenly snatched away. He was then kicked so hard that he blacked out for a second. He fell on his knees and saw the legs of someone standing in front of him.