"What… does he mean by 'face the dragon'?"
"How old is he, even? Why is he so tall?"
"Isn't he… embarrassed?"
The answer was no. Gary felt no shame at all—in fact, he doubled down.
"The wrath of the Baby Monarch is merciless," he whispered while clutching his chest, "And my only power—no. And I am burdened with the strength of a million suns. Chieftain Amerika!"
He pointed at the other class's instructor, "Choose my opponent—but be very aware that no matter who you choose, they will only meet the same fate as all those who came before them… under my foot!"
"Oh my," Chieftain Amerika smiled, her wrinkles turning deeper as she looked at Gary, "You don't need to rush me, child. I still have a few years in me."
"Well, how about fourteen more years in you?" Gary smirked.
Chieftain Amerika was completely confused by his words. Everyone was—it was really only Bella and Hannah who got what he meant, and they all quickly stared at him in disbelief.
