TBATE - Havaca Rises

Chapter 33 - Orientation Day

"Brats what the hell do you think you're doing!?" I question Trident and his gang of bullies.

"HUH? Who the hell are you?" some dork asked.

"Arthur, Arthur Leywin," I casually responded.

"Haha, he thinks because he met a few nobles he's now the shit," a moss green-haired girl laughed.

"Now, now can't we all just move along...?" Uncle Vincent tried to diffuse but was interrupted by the Trident brat.

"Shut it old man! I'm the heir to Trident and this fool," he said lifting the beaten dwarf, "bumped into me crinkling my shirt. So now he is paying the price!" he proudly exclaimed.

"*Sigh* Look above you, dumbass," I directed their attention to the drone.

"Th-that's a Mavic," one of them stuttered.

"That drone has recorded the last few seconds of your fight and our entire conversation. Interracial bullying is a serious offense that can land you in prison..."

"Wait! Surely, you're joking Mister Leywin. We were just messing around... honest," Trident begged.

"My what's with the sudden change of tone? Just now you were so proud of dogpiling a dwarf but now you cower in fear with your tail between your legs?" I mocked.

"Y-you can't turn us in; m-my f-father poured lots of money into your Hyperloop! If you cross him, you'll lose your biggest sponsor," he grinned gaining confidence, thinking that I cared about a thousand or so gold.

"Kiddo, I have what you would call monopolies, meaning that your father does not have an alternative that is as fast and affordable. So, tell me wise guy, what does Lord Trident value more, profit or 'avenging' his inept heir?" I asked in a tone that you would use to explain things to a small child.

Immediately after hearing my taunt *cough cough* explanation, yes explanation the Trident brat signaled for one of his lackeys to rush at me. Since I'm recording this fight, I should make it look as if I tried to end things the fastest way possible. With a sweep of my feet and the lackey was spinning mid-air landing flat on his ass no doubt in shock from the pain. The next one rushed at me with a metal pipe, hmm, I wonder where they found that? Blocking his swing, I jabbed him in the gut aiming for the diaphragm, leaving him gasping for air. Trident grinned, "Oh look, the peasant can fight! But now I'll show you the difference between trash and a true-noble," he yelled.

"I'm waiting," I teased after I casually Saitama smacked the kid into the ground.

"What's going on here!?" a familiar voice demanded.

"Prince Curtis!" Trident shouted as he and his gang kneeled with their heads to the ground. "Your Majesty, we were on our way to the announcement when we were attacked by these barbarians!"

"Is this true!?" the young gullible prince asked flaring his aura.

Stifling a laugh at his pitiful intimidation attempt, "Are you blind Curtis, or is the silver spoon, that's stuck up your ass inhibiting your cognitive function?" I asked as everyone gasped.

"Wha-what?" Curtis asked dumbfounded.

"No one speaks to his Majesty like that!" their guard exclaimed placing his hand on my head in an attempt to subdue me.

"Remove your hand boy, before I remove it for you," I warned flaring my aura. The guard stumbled back but still remained in a defensive stance.

"I'm sorry about my nephew's language and attitude," Vincent said rubbing the back of his head.

"Ah, Mister Vincent Helstea, what are you doing here?" Curtis asked.