Celestial University: A Bully Romance

Chapter 40 - Training and Tribulations

"Wait, hold on," leaving him with just his shadow in the room. He swallowed more hot chocolate she left for him, before immediately going to work, trying to pick the lock.

"These giant hands are going to be a problem," struggling to make its fingers open the door.

"Okay then, plan B," using his cardinal magic skills to weave his shadow into different shapes. The sheer size of his shadow rivaling his own height led him to the problem.

It could copy and command his movements, akin to instant telekinesis. Punching, kicking, and like with what he could remember, striking and whipping far away.

Yet a power only meant to hurt could only do so much.

"Still if shadows could mimic living and inanimate objects," spotting the rack. "Aha!" He brought them over and searched the room until picking out the rapier.

The ground mimicked the weapon's shape, and his shadow picked it up. He shaped it into the keyhole, twisting it around inside into the hole until it turned, making a hand to turn it. It didn't budge.

"What the? That should've worked!"

Irate, he sent it below the door to massage and piece signs of another lock from outside, unable to reach despite the pain. He tried to get up, but the wounds from his body cracked each time he moved, crashing on the floor trying to wait until the pain subsided.

Water seeped from his eyes. The words from his mouth punched the ground.

"Why can't I do this? Why am I so weak? What happened to me? What changed?"

—

"Why is a grown middle schooler cutting to frighten out little angels? His brother must've done something to make them fight back."

"Is that what you think of your angels?"

Against Shonda and Gerald's knowledge, Shemar took out his iPad, showing them, the parents of Flint's bullies, and the principal a video of their children pelting rocks and pushing the young blonde to the ground. Meanwhile one waved to their friend distracting a school aide.

"I wonder what devils look like to you."

The trio of bullies and parents changed their mood while Shonda and Gordel asked and demanded an explanation. The principal gulped.

"Still, recording students without the school's permission is unacceptable and there are protocols to handle these situations."

Shemar punched the wall. "If his parents or I ever find out his life was in danger due to your neglect, I will make sure the world knows what happened to my brother. Give me two minutes to justify why I shouldn't hand this to the police and make sure your replacements never make the same mistake!"

Everyone was completely unnerved by his response while Flint's stomach growling made him grab two pieces of chocolate from the principal's desk, feeding him and turning to their guardians.

"We can charge presses or something, right?"

"How do you know what that is?"

"You do watch the news when he's doing homework, honey. Shemar, just relax. I'm sure there must be another way."

Flint wrote, I don't like getting hurt anymore. Should I switch schools.

"The others are too far. I'll handle it," handing him the iPad. "My classmates were playing this game where you use a knife to get to the end. You might like it."

He nodded, starting to play, as Shemar pointed to the kid wearing a Demon Slayer shirt.

"Listen up you trio of troglodytes. Touch my brother again, and you'll end up like the demons in that show."

They started to sweat. "Dead?"

He pouted. "What, no, hated by everyone. But don't make me visit here until after school ends," making them shudder. "Understood?"

—

All he could remember afterward was seeing Flint growing a smile.

"Cheese and rice, I was scary back then," petting his shadow, who picked him up. "Shemar had love, intelligence, rage, and creativity," getting back into that mindset. "I'll solve every angle to get what I want. Shadow, dive!"

He sent it directly under the door, angling his body so his shadow was large enough to reach both sides of the door, lifting upward on both sides, shaping each dark limb into the keyhole and knob on the opposing side, ripping apart the wood holding it back.

"It opened? It opened!"

His powers had to lift him up and open the door, dragging him into the hallway, heading down two flights of stairs until arriving downstairs, spotting Luan with the three-fourth dozen of workers, none of whom expected to see him this early.

"Hu-'hiiiiii?"

"You're awake," all of them rejoiced, to his shock.

"I gave them the cliff notes of the situation. You got dumped and betrayed and they're stopping you from reaching the only person you care about."

"So I can stay?"

"You'll be training and working with us. You let your body heal, I'll train your powers, they'll be preparing you for when you go back. "Are you in?"

Staring at the cosmic abyss, he took a dive into his mental plane, witnessing the constellation slowly form as the power surged throughout his skin and bones, as if it was scraping for him to unlock it.

"I'll figure you out, I promise. You're going to help me beat those scumbags."

Sehki and his shadow nodded. "We're in!"

Though Madam had to bring him back upstairs, the next day she arrived wearing an army top and shorts not out of place in MMA.

"Your shadow reacts to your mind, body, heart, and soul," charging with twin blades. "So show me how strong you are!"

His eyebrow raises, crossing its limbs and grinding against their blades before she slid off, stopping feet from his face.

"Not strong enough. Again!"

He transferred his imagination into reality, hurling the sheet at her and sneaking his shadow to knock at her feet. Yet she jumped over it, flying over his attempts to retract. Her foot stopped an inch from his face. "Faster, again!"

His brain hurt, thinking with strategy after idea to get past and improve as hours passed.

"Faster, stronger, harder, that's it! Keep going!"

Asa had to explain to a customer there was a martial arts kink session.

The same night, his shadow helped him slide downstairs when Madam called, where they all watched a sight on the news.

"Prince Sehki has been declared missing. Witnesses attempting to uncover his location."

She turned to him. "What's your call?"

He scratched his chin. Then smiled.

"They think I'm dead? Perfect, the heirs will think I'm dead. And after I kick their butts, letting the whole world know drag their reputations into the mud," snickering.

"That'll be the Advent of the Shadow Prince!"