Ohta moved.
By passing Haruto, who looked at him strangely.
But Ohta did not even give him a glance. His eyes were set on the bullies before him.
Ohta raised his hands, fingers curved in mid air like claws hungry for meat.
The bully in the center, eyes wide with shock, instinctively took another step back, but lost his footing, falling on his ass.
Sweat ran from his forehead, eyes filled with slow climbing dread.
"All I need... yes, all I need is a bit of your blood." Ohta muttered, smile so wide, it seemed to reach his ears.
The other two standing, were similarly paralyzed with fear.
The ’exposed’ enforcers watching this, were in between a rock and a hard place.
Unlike the students, they knew Ohta was lying, as they could not sense any demonic energy from him.
Ohta stepped closer and closer. "Blood is good. Blood is nice. It is..." he arrived right over the center bully that fell on the ground. "...Beautiful." His tongue snaked out to lick his blood stained face.
And then he let the very last trace of his blood eye out.
The bullies could not hold it any longer. Their faces had morphed into full blown panic.
"Please, no.... I can’t do this. I can’t do this anymore."
"Big brother, let’s get out of here. I need mother."
Kicking against the ground as hard as they could, they ran away.
One even fell, twice before running out of sight.
The people gathered were at a loss for words.
All they did was stare at Ohta like he was the plague.
Ohta looked around, "BOO..."
Many ran away.
The masked figure watching from the stairs suddenly disappeared.
Somehow, with his wits, Outa knew that he had temporarily defended against a threat.
But Demonic cult members we’re not a type to back down so easily.
When they wanted something, they had a habit of pursuing it till the end.
Ohta just wished that he knew what it was that they wanted from him.
After all, before yesterday’s issue, he never had any business with them.
Or was this another attempt on his life by those low life brothers back home?
This thought came to his mind, temporarily as it was, Ohta had to give it a possibility.
But then he shook his head.
He specifically asked his father not to let them know where he was heading to.
Not even the Chan elders knew that he was currently in Avalon.
But if it was not them, then who was it?
And why go so far as to use the bullies to get to him.
Was peace too much to ask for in this school?
[Ding]
The alert from the system interrupted his train of thoughts.
[Bonus lesson learnt: A king can either be Famous, or Infamous. Do not be deceived. Both may serve the same purpose.]
[Congratulations +10KP]
[Total KP 45]
[Congratulations, you have gotten a new reputation in your territory: Snow head Demonic cult worshipper]
[Congratulations, you have gained a new title]
[Title: Blood Drinker]
[Note: Blood Drinker title comes with special skills. Would host like to check it out?]
Ohta was taken back by the sudden alert.
He understood the lesson, but the title coming to him was a blessing he did not expect.
He willed, rejecting the option of checking out the blessing of the title now.
A handkerchief was suddenly handed to Ohta. "You know that you just called trouble to yourself, right?"
Ohta raised his head, taking the handkerchief from Haruto.
"Thanks." He nodded politely, taking the handkerchief from his hand. "It’s not trouble I can’t handle."
"You think?"
Ohta frowned. He suddenly had a gut feeling and leaped.
Slash...
The blade SLASHED horizontally through the air.
Haruto had attacked.
’Impressive.’ Haruto complimented in his mind. "You are able to dodge the quick draw of the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven technique."
"What the hell are you doing? I thought you were on my side?" Ohta asked.
"I am on the side of justice." Haruto replied with conviction. Taking a low fighting stance, with his sword pointed forward against Ohta.
"The same stance I have against bullying, is the same one I have against demonic cult members."
His feet moved, inching towards Ohta slowly.
And then there was suddenly an explosive move.
Slash...
Ohta flipped in the air.
Mirage steps.
He still created distance between himself and his opponent.
"I knew it." Haruto’s focus got narrower. "That leg movement yesterday. It was not a fluke.
Such a high grade movement technique. Who are you? Are you also a person from one of the seven great clans?"
Ohta could not help but he impressed with Haruto’s observation skills.
It was worth knowing that he had not attacked and only moved out of the way.
The bullies controlled by the demonic cult was one thing.
Fighting a student of the Avalon academy was not something he believed he should do.
"Are you sure you want to do this? The school specifically forbids fighting amongst students. Even if I claimed to be a demonic cult member, rules are still rules.
I am sure a model student like yourself won’t be so stupid."
"I’m not." Haruto suddenly changed stance again. Two fingers traced along the length of his katana.
As it did, blue mana formed around the blade’s edge.
"Just like those idiots said. If I get rid of a demonic cult member, I’ll only be praised."
Ohta suddenly had a forbidden feeling in his heart as he stared at Haruto’s dark eyes.
He was smirking.
Meaning that Haruto knew what he was doing.
He knew that Ohta was not a member of the demonic cult.
However, he was looking for a reason to battle Ohta.
Of course there was the Life and Death battle declaration method.
But no. Haruto wanted to enjoy this battle his own way.
’This sick asshole.’ Ohta cursed in his heart. ’Justice my ass. He is holding malice because he lost to me yesterday...’