36 Utterly Bashed (1/2)

Xillar and Kurse were walking down from the third floor towards the second. They were finally done getting everything ready for Arnin. All that was left was for Arnin to take the sphere and drop his blood into it. After that, Arnin would be an official Mark Master and could begin his job of creating marks.

*SLAP*

The two people looked at each other when they heard the sound.

”What was that?” Kurse looked at Xillar with confusion. He had a strange feeling that the sound was not a good thing and that it was related to Arnin.

Xillar shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. ”I don't know, but it is most likely related to that kid, Arnin.” Xillar had the same train of thought. Both of them quickened their pace.

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On the second floor, Arnin's hand violently slapped Torne's cheek. The latter couldn't help but feel dumbfounded, and even a little confused.

'What happened? Did I just get slapped? Why?' Torne was in utter confusion. He wasn't able to process what happened. He was about to grab for the manual, but then his cheek felt a stinging pain. Then, a thundering noise erupted in his ears that caused him to blank out.

A few moments later, the processing was finally done. It clicked right then. He was slapped by the kid for no good reason and it was a very painful slap. Torne's face began to turn red with anger and humiliation. He glared at Arnin as his left hand touched his left cheek.

”You little sh*t! How dare you slap me!” Torne roared with anger. He was being a nice senior to Arnin the whole time. Although Arnin was rude and even shrugged him off, Torne ignored that, but now he got slapped? There was no way he could ignore that.

”I dare. Why wouldn't I dare? Are you the ruler of this world? Are you a god? Even if you were, I would still dare.” Arnin spoke with nonchalance. He wasn't afraid of the man before him. After a small inspection, he found that Torne was only at Essence Manifest - Earth. It was considered high talent in the Butterfly group, however in the Moth group, it was the lowest of the low. At his age, he should be in the upper levels of Essence Manifest.

”Little sh*t! Let me teach you what respect means!” Torne couldn't care less that Arnin was only a child. He would teach him a lesson as his senior. In his mind, he was going to do the right thing.

He released a small amount of his aura as he tried to pressurize Arnin. ”As a senior, I will go easy on you. However, if you get onto your knees and slap yourself five times, then I will let you go. That a deal?” Although Torne kept telling himself that it was the right thing to give Arnin a beating, he couldn't bring himself to resort to violence. He had an image of being an amicable person, so if he beat a younger student, then that image would go down the drain.

”You are a funny person, you know that? Here, let me propose my own deal. If you get on your stomach and punch yourself a hundred times, and then call me 'Master', I will spare you a good beating. However, if you want to get a beating, then you can call me 'Master' later.” Arnin smiled as he looked at Torne.

”Don't go overboard, little sh*t! I was just giving you a way out, but since you don't want it, then as your senior I must teach you some manners!” Torne was fully riled up. Fury grew in his heart as he charged towards Arnin. He wasn't going to do anything major, only give him a scare and a small beating.

The crowd watched on without any interference. They looked at Arnin with anger and mockery. They felt that Arnin was a little too bold and disrespectful. He slapped Torne and even taunted him later on.

Just as Torne was about to reach Arnin, a wild wind blew him away. Arnin noticed the wind beforehand and also felt a familiar aura within. He couldn't help but snort.

”What are you two doing? This is the Mark Masters building, not your house. Stop causing a ruckus!” From the wild wind, Xillar stepped out. His face contained a hint of anger and displeasure.

Torne, who was blown away by the wind, stood up slowly. With a face full of complaint, he began to speak bitterly. ”Teacher, this child has gone overboard. Not only did he slap me, but he was also being extremely disrespectful. As his senior, I was only going to scare him. I hope Teacher can punish him.” Torne sighed in relief. He was furious towards Arnin, however he wanted to maintain a good image. Now that a teacher was here, he could be relieved of the duty as a punisher.

Xillar turned around and found that the other party was Arnin. He couldn't help but curse at his bad luck and even felt helpless at Arnin's actions.

”Arnin, did you really slap him?” He asked. As a teacher, he had no choice but to carry out punishments impartially, however as a person who knew Arnin, he hoped that the child could lie a little. That way, he could try and reduce the punishment, or even scrap it altogether.

”Yea, I slapped him. Is there a problem with my actions?” Arnin smiled saintly towards Xillar. His eyes shined with righteousness, as if they were saying, 'The slap was a task given to me by God.'

Xillar almost fell over. He couldn't believe that Arnin admitted to it so easily. Not only that, but it seemed as though Arnin was happy about it. 'Can't this kid take a hint? I am trying to help him out.' Xillar couldn't help but curse Arnin's answer.

”Since you have slapped him, there must have been a good reason behind it. Tell me your reason, and if it is acceptable, I will let this matter settle.” This was Xillar's last resort. Although it may look like favoritism, Xillar didn't care. It was favoritism. Arnin noticed and understood Xillar's plan, and he couldn't help but smirk.

”I slapped him because I felt like it. Is that a good enough reason?” Arnin looked at Xillar with scorn. He didn't like Xillar, and felt like making him miserable.

'This stupid brat is playing me! Does he not understand that he will get punished for this, not me? This brat is such a piss off!' Xillar yelled and swore in his heart.

”Teacher, he admitted that it was for no good reason! He needs to receive a proper punishment.” Torne felt something was off with the way Xillar was treating the situation, so he quickly pushed the topic back to punishment. Plus, Arnin admitted to doing it without any sort of reason, which should result in a more serious punishment.

Xillar heard Torne and couldn't help but release a deep sigh. He looked at Arnin and shook his head. 'I tried to help you kid, but you just didn't go with the plan.'

”Since he has admitted to slapping you, I will carry out the punishment. He will be sent to-” Just as Xillar was about to announce the punishment, Arnin raised his hand.

”What do you mean by punishment? Why should the master be punished for teaching his servant a lesson?” Arnin looked at Xillar with a smile.

”What do you mean servant? I am not your servant, and you are not my master. Who decided this?” Rage boiled inside his heart. Torne felt that Arnin was being a little too ridiculous.

”I decided this. You are my servant, whether you want to be or not.” Arnin spoke to Torne in a commanding tone.

”Teacher, this kid is too much. Please carry out the punishment.” Torne was furious, but he looked at Xillar and pleaded.

”Servant, if you don't admit that I am your master, then watch what punishment you will receive later on.” Arnin glared at Torne.

”You little sh*t, I am your senior, not your servant. If you keep this up, then the punishment will be something you won't be able to handle.” Torne was getting more and more riled up. Arnin's constant taunting left him speechless. Xillar was also flabbergasted by Arnin's actions.

”Servant, since you won't call me master, I will deal with you outside. You better not get involved in this. This is between a master and his servant.” Arnin stared at Xillar and threatened. He showed no respect to Xillar. ”Servant Kurse, come. I will show you what happens to people who don't call me master.” Arnin waved at Kurse, who was watching from the sidelines.

When Kurse heard his name being called, he couldn't help but feel some fear in his heart. He shook his head bitterly before following behind Arnin.

The crowd followed them to the stairs. All of them walked down the stairs. The old man was still behind the front desk. When Arnin saw the old man again, he stopped in his tracks.

”Old man, you better watch yourself. Don't think I don't know what you put inside me.” Arnin walked away after threatening the old man. Xillar, who was a little further behind, heard Arnin threaten the old man and couldn't help but feel confused.

”Old Staloc? What happened?” Xillar was utterly confused. He didn't think that Arnin would threaten the old man in such a way.