Chapter 10: Belo’s starter ambition (1/2)

Chapter 10: Belo’s starter ambition

Ayrin was completely unaware there were two pairs of eyes secretly peeping on his training.

His world had been too small previously. Now the world seemed too big for him. Strangers were everywhere, fresh things he didn’t understand were everywhere. The things he had to think about and assimilate were truly too many. After he struggled to climb up from the ground, he returned to the dorm and rinsed himself in the washroom. Belo wasn’t back yet, and he was of a mind to wait a little for him, but he passed out immediately as soon as he lay down on the bed. He fell asleep.

He suddenly woke up the next morning, awakened by strange sounds.

He sat up on the bed, dizzy and confused. He slowly came to realize it sounded like intake of alarmed breaths and miserable screams. Just when he couldn’t make head or tail of the situation, he saw Belo push the door and come in, his hair damp as if he’d just washed himself. Ayrin jumped off from the bed and wore his clothes, unable to refrain from asking at the same time, “When did you come back yesterday, what’s with these voices outside?”

Belo wiped the white steam off his glasses. He merely grumbled a “Mm” and didn’t answer. He merely threw a glance at Ayrin and said, “Your arms and legs aren’t sore? Last night you didn’t complete the foundation exercises that Huston guy arranged for us?”

“Oh right…”

Ayrin thought a little vacantly that before, his body would definitely have felt dead uncomfortable all over for several days if he’d been as exhausted as he was yesterday. But even with so many foundation exercises yesterday, it seemed he actually didn’t feel much discomfort today.

This was definitely because of his fusion with the unknown bloodline, unknown even to himself.

Aryin didn’t answer immediately, so Belo thought he indeed didn’t complete the exercises. First he said, “It’s all the same even if you didn’t complete the foundation exercises. Huston will certainly not let us off easy today anyway.” But then he immediately became excited for seemingly no reason. “Since you’ve woken up early today, then come eat breakfast with me right now?”

Ayrin answered very happily, “Ok.” He finished washing himself real quick, then followed Belo out of the dorm.

Holy Dawn Academy had a total of five canteens in addition to a commercial street. All of those places served breakfast. The closest ones to the Ivy district was canteen number three.

Canteen number three was located west of the Ivy district. It was one of these buildings that mimicked the dwellings of the giants during the era of the War of the Dragons.

Every part of it was built with huge wooden beams. It had particularly gigantic doors and windows. Seen from outside it even looked like a training field, not at all like a canteen.

The feeling was completely different once you walked inside. Walls surrounded them all around, partitioning store-like booths filled with every kind of food in various styles: roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops, lamb chops, sausages, jam pastries, meat pies, fried ring donuts…

In the middle of the canteen sat rows upon rows of dining tables, seats directly carved out from logs, enough to accommodate several hundred people eating at the same time. Crystal lamps of every color hung from the tall ceiling. A tempting aroma flooded the entire space.

There were already quite a few people buying, or already sitting down and eating, by the time he entered inside the canteen behind Belo.

It was the first time Ayrin saw such a canteen, and he drooled with envy as he looked at the many things he’d never tasted before. At this time he heard Belo’s soft voice shout in extreme excitement, “They’re really here. Let’s go, we’ll go beat them up!”

“What?”

Ayrin had absolutely no idea what was going on when he saw Belo laugh out loud at three people sitting together. “Sneijer, why aren’t you guys obediently licking my great lordly feet yet!”

The entire canteen quieted at once, everyone’s eyes gathering on Belo and these three people, as well as a clueless Ayrin.

The three people stood up very quickly and walked toward Belo and Aryin, sneering.

Ayrin had simply no idea which one was the Sneijer guy Belo talked about. What he was certain of though, was that the school uniforms on the three of them were a little outmoded, and he didn’t have any impression of these faces either, so these three were certainly not freshmen.

The three of them stopped in front of Belo and Ayrin. The tallest and burliest of them, a yellow-haired boy a full head taller than Ayrin, said to Belo with a grin etched wide on his whole face, “Belo, looks like you really want to die.”

“Teacher Huston?” Belo looked with some dismay behind the three people.

The three subconsciously turned their heads around.

“Die! Gale Sting!”

Belo burst out laughing the same moment Ayrin subconsciously lifted his head to have a look as well. With a loud bang, he blasted a fierce punch on that yellow-haired boy.

“Ah!”

That yellow-haired boy shrieked miserably. He stumbled backward, then crashed on the dining table and chairs behind him.

“So fast!”

Ayrin felt this punch of Belo’s had been so fast it seemed his fist had vanished.

“You actually used a shameless sneak attack!”

The other two people thoroughly came back to their senses and subconsciously hopped two steps away, shouting in both alarm and anger.

“He actually fights whenever he wants to. On top of that, he’s even a freshman, fighting senior students!”

“Aren’t they afraid of being punished?”

“It seems it’s the Impulsive Freshman Belo. That’s a dangerous man, don’t go provoke him…”

A commotion immediately went through the entire canteen.

Belo didn’t pay any attention at all to the surrounding noises. He said to Ayrin with a face brimming with excitement. “I’ll handle the beating of this big-headed fat melon, you go beat up that no-eyebrow.”

“Belo, you’re too arrogant! Flame Slash!”

Out of the remaining two, the one facing Belo right at this moment was a boy relatively short and fat, especially his face looking loaded with excess flesh. His head appeared particularly big, flushed bright red with anger. He immediately leaped up.

His entire right arm seemed like a sickle that slashed at Belo, tearing through the air with a piercing sound.

It ignited with a layer of raging flames the moment it came close to Belo.

Ah!

Some students on the sidelines retreated backward, and some girls even cried out in alarm.