Devil's Luck

Chapter 15: Emotional Baggage

'How...?'

"Please have mercy!" Kanoya loudly proclaimed as he prostrated towards Zenkichi, his entire body trembling. His eyes wide in fear, sweat continuously running down his face.

"No." That one simple word, said with

"Please!"

'How could this have happened?!' He inwardly screamed, tears swelling up in his eyes.

They were at the rooftop of the main school building, the entire area completely empty except for Zenkichi and Kanoya. It was the perfect place for the latter to convince the former for help in his plan on bringing down the demon student council president, Medaka Kurokami.

He was convinced that since Zenkichi refused to be part of the student council and even avoided Medaka Kurokami, then it might've meant that they had a fall out with their relationship. And from what he had heard from a trustworthy source, their feelings for the other had reached the point of hatred.

Still Kanoya was prepared for Zenkichi to not help him, probably because of lingering feelings for the demon girl or because it wasn't right, so he had the entire rooftop deserted and with a dozen of his like-minded schoolmates to hide in the shadows to ambush the latter to "coerce" him into helping him.

And he was disappointed to hear that Zenkichi rejected him, and had no choice but to do it the hard way.

Oh, but the outcome was extremely different to what Kanoya had expected to happen; he saw a familiar scene he thought he wasn't going to see once more.

It was like a nightmare. Numerous unconscious students laid on the ground; their uniforms were torn and they had several gashes and bruises all across their bodies; the cuts weren't deep but blood kept rolling out and the bruises were only starting to swell. Moreover, with the iron pipes, wooden and metal bats, and shinais besides them; it was like a gang war had occurred.

And standing in the middle of it all, with Kanoya kneeling down for mercy, was Zenkichi with an indifferent expression and a katana in hand – the blade dangerously close to Kanoya's face.

'I should've known, I shouldn't have underestimated someone who had been together with Kurokami for almost all their life!' he greatly regretted his decision to come to this demon for help.

Also, why does it feel like he's more terrifying than Kurokami?!

Zenkichi looked at him with a cold gaze, not saying a word. Kanoya could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his fear increasing with every passing second.

"Please, Zenkichi, I beg of you," Kanoya pleaded, his voice shaking. "I'll do anything, just please spare me!"

Zenkichi finally spoke, his voice low and dangerous. "Anything? You're willing to do anything?"

Kanoya nodded frantically, his eyes wide with fear.

"Then don't ever fucking bother me or anyone else in this school," Zenkichi said, his voice still cold and emotionless. "If I ever see you do this shit again, I won't hesitate to use this sword and leave a permanent scar on your body."

Kanoya nodded quickly, scrambling to his feet and running away as fast as he could. Zenkichi watched him go, his expression still cold and emotionless.

He let out a sigh and stored the sword back into his inventory, together with the other stuff he got for the last couple of weeks.

During the time he spent in those martial arts clubs, he'd get his desired skill of martial art within one to three days; and whenever he didn't get it, he'd received the most random stuff like brooms, gloves, bags, money, etc. But some of the weirdest things he'd get were a couple of katanas, various guns and even a hand grenade.