Basic Elementary School
In an inconspicuous corner of the school's canteen, a young boy ate his meal quietly. He scooped up soup from his bowl as his left arm was fiddling about with a pen or pencil.
Upon closer inspection, the young boy was twirling a butter knife that appeared and disappeared from his left hand from time to time.
The other children looked at him, not daring to bother him. Instead walked away, leaving the boy alone. They feared what might happen if they bothered him.
Not blind fear either, but that fueled with respect.
Like that of an important figure.
The last of his meals finished. He gathered his things, tray in hand ready to leave.
He stood up, his path blocked by some kids. They weren't the usual crowd at the school. Surrounding the boy from all sides, blocking any way he could slip out.
A tall chubby kid threw glances at the boy. The rest bending to his will did the same.
From what the boy could make out he was the leader. He faced the boy again with pure contempt and disdain plastered on his face.
Since the young boy had never met them before, he assumed that they were either transferees from another school or that they were new kids who didn't know the rules here.
Unaware of the mess they had gotten themselves in.
Regardless of whether they were new or not, the fact that they dared disturb the young boy made the other children stop dead in their tracks.
Everyone gathered around them, putting aside whatever they were doing. Everyone was excited, waiting for the show to start, pushing each other for a better view.
The ring of kids surrounding the boy watched the crowd gather around them. They couldn't help the excitement. As if ganging up on a child their own age was a proud and glorious thing to do.
The leader, Marcus, stood eye to eye with the kid, towering over him. He let out a hearty laugh, extending his hand toward the boy in a practised manner, robotic even. "Give me your money kid, all of it!"
Hearing his attempt to bully the young boy sent the whole crowd laughing. As if they had heard the funniest joke ever.
Confused by the crowd's sudden laughter, he misinterpreted the disdain and mockery of the crowd into respect and admiration and felt happy inside. 'I thought it'd take longer for me to gain a foothold here but who knew I'm already becoming popular on the first day of school!'
"Blame your bad luck for becoming the boss's prey, idiot! If you don't give him your money now, I'm afraid he'll lose patience and order us to beat you up. Scared? Pay up then!"
Marcus's lackeys did their best to intimidate the young boy one after another but it was obvious to the crowd that this group of kids were relatively new to the bullying scene.
The chubby kid acted tough as sweat rolled down his forehead. His breathing was ragged and his hands trembled.
The same goes for his lackeys, they were all sweating profusely as they tried to maintain their tough fronts in front of the young boy.
Seeing that he and his lackeys were clearly losing their status among the crowd, the chubby kid gritted his teeth and proceeded to shout at the young boy to give him his money.
But much to Marcus's surprise, the young boy seemed unaffected, he looked at him indifferently, causing his face to burn red with shame.
But before he could vent his anger on the young boy, the young boy raised his hand to stop him.
The young boy then turned his head to look at another boy across from him and said, "Cedric, go and inform the nurse to prepare 4 high-grade healing spells and 4 beds please."
The boy named Cedric nodded before running off.
Turning back to stare at the chubby kid, the young boy revealed an evil smile that sent shivers down the chubby kid's spine.
As if feeling that something was amiss with the boy in front of him, the chubby kid unconsciously took a step back from the uneasiness as he began to sweat buckets.
'What's wrong with me today? He's clearly alone yet my gut tells me that I should run away immediately. Why am I feeling this uneasy when I clearly have the advantage here?'
Just as the chubby kid was contemplating whether he should leave with his lackeys or not, the motionless young boy made his move.
'Create, iron staff!' Light shone before everyone's eyes before a long iron staff appeared in the young boy's hand.
He grasped the iron staff in his hands before beginning his assault on Marcus and his lackeys.
In one breath, the young boy squatted down and swept the legs of the ignorant children with his iron staff. They smashed on the floor in confusion. The next second he went around and gave all of them what they deserved.
One by one he bonked them on the head. Gripping his staff even harder, the young boy moved forward.
He released a rain of attacks, not letting them catch even a breath. He drove each one further, the staff smashed against their bodies.
And one by one, they hit the canteen wall, beaten black and blue. Marcus and his lackeys could not move a muscle due to intense pain coursing through their bodies.
Cheers soon erupted, laughter and positive vibes filling the canteen. The crowd screamed and chanted for the young boy's victory. The crowd had grown enormous compared to the start of the battle.
Even the janitor and lunch ladies gave the young boy a round of applause for that impressive show.
Several new kids who were watching the beat down quickly asked around about the young boy's identity.
"Woah, who is that?"
"The chubby kid's magical talent was 5 while his overall talent was 6, since the young boy was able to beat him this quickly, the young boy must have been powerful."
"That young boy is called Ivan Chaos. He's the weakest person in our school." The others replied.