35 A nice greeting! (1/2)
”I can't believe this! Didn't we have enough trouble already?” Celes is complaining after I communicated my mothers warning to her. Right now we are on our way to school.
”I hope the little masters are careful today. I have heard some disturbing things about that new student. Yesterday after he was registered to school, he went to the fighting class and picked a fight with a whole group of students. He beat them up badly.” Rose warns us.
”So we will have to deal with him in special class for sure. That's great!” Celes complains even more.
”Hmmm. So who should beat him up if he picks a fight?” I ask Celes.
”If you would do me the honour. I don't feel like breaking bones today.” Celes watches out of the window.
”You still have trouble with your hormones? It feels like you are a little more edgy than usual.” She was like this since breakfast.
”I am fine. I just need a little space for myself.” Celes answers and I keep my mouth shut.
Obviously she is still pissed from yesterday's date. She had something else in mind, but nature blew a hole into her plans. Well, she deserves no less for ignoring her body.
Though I think it could have happened to me too. The multiverse gets your gender right in about ninety-nine out of a hundred reincarnations. Every hundredth reincarnation it fucks up and you end up in a body of the opposite gender.
It has something to do with the compatibility between body and soul. The soul sticks to the first body, which is a match. For some strange reason, some body's are compatible with almost every soul.
I never really understood the reason for this. Probably just a sick joke of the multiverse. Everyone has to laugh once in a while.
After a few minutes, we arrive at the school and silently make our way to the first class. Celes is still pissed at herself and the world. I can't do anything about it. If I talk to her, I will probably just become the target of her anger.
That's how this stuff works in my opinion. If a woman is angry, you hide somewhere and keep out of sight until the storm is over.
If you give her a present or try to cheer her up, you have a fifty fifty chance. In the first case you manage it, then you are the hero. In the second you will be a nuisance and treated accordingly.
Some hours later, the dreaded special class is on the list. When we arrive at the meeting place, which is the same open area it always was, we find Stephen and Iris. The others are also present.
But the reason, why Stephen and Iris attract my attention is because they are holding hands. Their expression is... yeah... if this was some kind of comic, the artist would draw a pink aura and hearts around them. That's how it feels!
Garbiel, Tanja, Sven and Sandra are also present.
”Hi, Stephen. Long time no see.” I try to strike a conversation because I am curious.
”Oh Angrod and Celes! I just escorted Iris here. I am gone then, my class is about to start too.” He bows and leaves.
I throw a curious look at Iris, who starts to fiddle with her hands at everyone's gazes. It seems everyone became aware of those two.
”Well.. you see. I live inside the Cygnus mansion now and as a result I spent really much time with Stephen and at some … time he proposed I guess? So we are a couple now! No need to look at me like a rare animal!!” Iris is red from head to toe.
”Ohohoho. How far did you go already?” Sandra and Tanja jump at Iris. That's exactly the right matter for those two bird brains. Celes runs up to them too and they have the typical girls talk.
I turn to Gabriel and Sven who are now the only ones I can have a … decent talk with. I hope?
”So what's up with Tongord?” I ask them. The lesson should have already started.
”He went to get the new student.” Gabriel informs me and Sven nods. ”The rumours say that yesterday, he went against the whole fighting class and won.” Sven adds.
Sven somehow managed to get a hold of his shyness over the years. Though he is only all right with people whom he knew for a little while.
”The rumours on this school are always a little out of proportion.” I just remember the rumour about me and Celes, subduing the whole fighting class with our presence alone.
The guys in that class are all weaklings after all. You could throw them by the dozens against anyone of the special class. Many mangled bodies would be your only result.
At this moment Tongord arrives with a guy of about our age. He has horns and slit pupils, like someone with a strong royal bloodline should have. His hair is dark like mine and you can really see a strong resemblance.
I guess he really is my cousin? ”So here we have the other students of the special class. Everyone line up here!” We do as ordered and Tongord continues with the introduction.
”So here we have Iris, Tanja, Celes, Sandra, Gabriel, Angrod and Sven. Everyone, this is Markorn of Tirna.” Markorn smiles and bows to us. ”I am happy to join your class.”
Markorn walks up to the beginning of the line and shakes hands with everyone. Reaching Celes, he bows down in an attempt to kiss the back of her hand.
*WACK!*
At the mere attempt Celes gave him a slap with the backside of her hand, lifting him up three meters into the air while spinning two times. He falls to the ground head first and impacts.
Ouch! Celes took the work from me. What a way to end your life.... his spinal cord must be broken!
”Hahaha! I like them spicy. It's no fun without a little challenge. The people in this class are sure to be worth the time.” The corpse talks! Markorn stands up and tests the movement of his head.
We hear some creaking sounds, like something snapped back into place, but otherwise Markorn seems to be fine.
He continues farther down the line, until he reaches me. ”I am pleased to meet you cousin. It was overdue for a long time now.”
”The pleasure is on my side.” I answer. He grabs my hand and puts his whole strength into it. Which is enormous. I hold against it with everything I have until I hear my bones break.
The pain must have been immense. But I didn't even flinch. As soon, as I realized that I wont win this fight of strength, I used my telekinesis to sever the nerves for pain in my hand. All I feel is a nasty itch.
This obviously disturbs Markorn a little, he must have felt the bones break. So he lets go and continues towards Sven. Remaining with me for too long would have been strange.
I will kill that bastard! I will take my time doing so! This isn't going to be over fast, I swear.
I hold my hands behind my back and set the bones right. He got my two fingers and one of the metacarpals! By the time Markorn is done shaking hands with Sven, I have already healed my hand again.
Then Markorn walks back up to the teacher and Gabriel and Sven look at me with worried faces. ”You okay?” ”I could hear them break!”
”No worries. I am fine!” I smile and show them my hands while moving them as proof. At this sight, I can see Markorn's eyes go round for a second.
”Okay! After we are now all somewhat introduced to each other, we can start our training fights again. Markorn, you as a newcomer can choose your opponent if you want.” Tongord continues the training.
”I would like to test myself against my cousin!” Markorn answers with a devilish smile. ”That's fine then, everyone else team up and start training.”
The others also team up for training and spread out. I am left alone with Markorn. ”That's strange, I thought I broke them. You are rather weak for someone of the royal bloodline dear cousin.”
”I see no problem with it. I just find it strange that you aren't hiding your hostility at all.” I really don't know what to think of that guy.
”There is no need to play games between us. I am pretty sure, I can take Celes from you and get the throne for myself. A weakling like you isn't cut out for the throne.” He is very confident to have the upper hand.
I put my hands into my pockets and set up a few defence spells. ”We will see about that. Will you talk for the rest of the day, or can we start the training?”
”I will start the beating then.....” Suddenly Markorn is in front of me. Did he teleport? I didn't see him move at all! I pull my head back by pure reflex. It was burned into me from training every day with Celes. An open palm crushes my shield and drives forward, through the space where my head had been.
A stone lifts from the ground and shoots straight at Markorn, but it is swept aside by his hand. Not fair! That should have killed him! I jump backwards, but Markorn follows in close range and continues to throw his fists and feet at me.