Chapter 68：A Dogfight (1/2)
”Once we get a break, I'll teach you some tricks to control your psychic energy from leaking out,” Jyorta said, noticing a familiar face from the corner of his vision. Just when he turned around to wave at the person, his body froze up, a sense of terror gripping his heart.
The blue soul immediately severed all connections with his nerves that affected facial expressions, going into overdrive.
'H-How is she still alive? Sister said Ancestor Light and Ancestor Marble worked together to destroy all the subsouls of Gajara Rahi. Then, how can she still be alive? Even though she was secretly converted at the same time as sister, Ancestor Light had used the Tier 5 Relic made from Deific Inference. He should have detected her existence. Dammit, this doesn't make sense.'
The blue soul hurriedly created a false persona and overlaid it on his persona—a contingency measure it had prepared beforehand, creating numerous false personas—making him act accordingly.
Jyorta waved his hand, making the target of his action notice him. The girl waved back, noticing that there were no empty seats near him. She then pointed towards her back—at a vacant seat 3 rows behind her—informing him of where she would be sitting.
With a nod, Jyorta turned around, acting natural, showing no abnormalities. Haesha looked at him, ”Your classmates have begun to enter?”
”Ah, no,” Jyorta shook his head, removing the false persona and storing it within the blue soul, ”She was my childhood friend. We had studied together until the 5th standard. After that, she moved out to the 5th Ring. I didn't know when she had returned.”
Haesha turned around, taking a glance at the girl, ”You don't seem that close.”
”Well, we haven't talked much over the past 6 years. I met her once last year; it was an awkward experience.” Jyorta shrugged, ”At present, it is more like an obligatory acknowledgment since our parents are close friends.”
”Obligatory acknowledgement…?” Haesha muttered, breaking out into a laugh, and slapping his arm, ”What the heck is that? Don't use weird vocabulary. Just say that you are on Hi-Hi, Bye-Bye terms.”
”Hi-Hi, Bye-Bye terms?” It was Jyorta's turn to laugh, ”I guess it is like that.”
'For some reason, Laila is alive. Does that mean she had escaped the grasp of Ancestor Light? But, he didn't strike as a careless person; so, how? Anyway, I should steer clear from her. I should only maintain a Hi-Hi, Bye-Bye relationship with her.' Jyorta turned silent.
”Eh?” Haesha turned around, her gaze focused on one of the pathways the students streamed in, her interest piqued. She slapped Jyorta's shoulder numerous times in excitement, almost jumping, ”Jorta, look, a fight. Two people are fighting.”
”It's Jyorta,” Jyorta replied, following her line of sight.
”It's the same. Watch the fight first.” Haesha shouted, her gaze lingering on the two students tussling with each other.
Jyorta too followed suit, noticing the two students glaring at one another, their face up close, their hands locked with each other in a hold—a contest of strength. Among the two, one boy had an average height while the other was quite tall, a head taller than the other.
”Tower shoot; remove your rotten mug away from my sight. Don't you see you are polluting the environment?” The shorter boy shouted, his voice strained, creating a vulgar tone.
”Oh!” The taller boy shouted, his voice unnecessarily loud, gaining the attention of everyone nearby, ”I was just wondering about why the auditorium is filled with a suffocating stench. No wonder! You are here!”
”When I'm done with you, you will become the shortest shrimp in this entire academy.” The shorter boy sent a straight right to the taller boy's face, raising exclaims from the crowd. The taller boy held his left cheek as he took a step back, crouching a little as he turned angry, sending an uppercut.
”Ooh,” Jyorta exclaimed, seeing the taller boy's punch connect to the shorter boy's stomach, making him clutch it in pain. Seeing a fight live was many times better than watching it on television.
”Aargh,” The shorter boy shouted, raising a shrill scream as he jumped at the taller boy, holding him and tumbling down together due to the collision. He sent a hit with his elbow, using his head to bump into his chin, and rained down one punch after another.
The taller boy retaliated similarly, using his taller stature to an advantage, each of his knee kicks pushing the shorter boy away. The shorter boy guarded using his palms, absorbing the force using his arms like a spring, traversing a couple of steps to ease the pain coursing through his body. Without relenting, he jumped towards the taller boy and entered into a dog fight, swiping with his nails, and attacking everywhere he could reach.