In Master's Oracle National High School, or better known as MONHS houses teenagers who wield supernatural powers. One such class, the DelaRama section houses a rather somewhat unique teenagers who some wield almost godlike powers. Now we take a look...
I was now Laying down on my face in exhaustion as I had just let out Gáe bolg. A spear that can kill anybody by honing in on them and pierce the heart. Even I'm shocked that Angel was still alive and is still on the game.
As I lay down, exhausted. I suddenly see the figure of Angel, stand up while still shaking as she struggled stand up.
Angel:"Sy-Syrx? What happened?" She asked, confused at the damage around us.
Syrx:"You. You happened, lust." I answered.
Angel:"So I was in Asmodeus form...sorry." She apologized to me.
Syrx:"Don't be. Just be glad I was using Gáe Bolg." I said to her.
And so, she goes to me and helps me up as I manage to stand while trying to support my body with my right hand.
Syrx:"Ngh! This hurts like hell." I described the pain on my body.
Angel:"Yeah, sorry for the trouble." She apologized.
Syrx:"Yeah, yeah, just get me back to town." I said, just accepting that I was nearly defeated by Angel.
BACK IN THE REAL WORLD
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The school going through the usual classes. Well, except DelaRama. They managed gain permission from the school to not have classes in the afternoon to train for the Ber months. So, the classroom was nearly empty.
One student stayed inside as he wore a smile on his face like usual. It was Jarule Batoy as he sat down on what used to be his sit that was always empty during the start of class.
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Jarule:"So this is my room huh? I see, I see...I like it!" He said happily.
He liked everything about the room. The spacing of the chairs, the winds that blow through the windows and smart tv. It was perfect. Unfitting for a No-Good loser like himself.
Jarule:"To think a nobody like me managed to be with the best students and have a wonderful room like this...how unlikely to me." He said with the unchanging smile.
He started to think that the world was reminding him how pathetic he really is compared to his classmates. Keandra's confidence, Queenciah's Leadership skills, Jon's artistic nature. Yeah, Jarule was not special. The least from it, he was a nobody compared to his really awesome classmates and he accepted this fact.
And yet....
Jarule:"Despite being useless...I want to win. I want to beat the best and the strongest. I want to show the world a loser like me can win...but why is that?" He asked himself as he stared into his reflection from the tv.
He saw his never ending smile. A smile that represents what a loser is. Someone who smiles even at death's door, unable to give up until they achieve their goal, even if they lose 1000 times. And yet, his smile was much different.
