Highschool Life

Chapter 8: Spreading Like Wildfire

Somewhere in a different area that is not far from Owl High, a home-made gym was built in a secluded place where members of a gang are practicing martial arts, one of them practicing a powerful move.

A person entered shouting, "Master!" while the person did a one-inch punch at a dummy and rebounded with a follow up jab. Bowing, he turned around and replied, "What is it, young one?"

"We got information about Chevalier. It only consists of 3 people! We had trouble getting our spy to become a student at Owl High School, but it was worth it."

Another member overheard the conversation, replying, "But can't you believe the audacity! 3 people! Just 3 people! We can take care of them-"

"Hush, my child. We must wait for an opportunity."

Silencing him, a few minutes after the member told the news, Erwin was beating up someone at the back of the school.

"Who sent you? I said who sent you!" Slapping him hard, he finally opened his mouth, saying, "It was our Master!"

"Which one?!" Erwin slapped him again.

"C-Cultivator!"

Pausing, he replied, "Cultivator, huh, I heard about them, but our informant does not have any information about your leader and the numbers. You only met Vortex by chance while going around town, right?"

"Y-yes! Now please let me go-"

"The information is already leaked, so no use." Slapping back and forth, he kept on going until he fainted with redness on his face.

"Marvin,"

He showed himself behind the pillar of the school, replying, "Yes, Erwin?"

"Take care of him. Once he wakes up, tell him to spill everything about Cultivator."

"Understood."

Erwin knew something was odd that a new student came into his class and exactly trusted his gut feeling and instinct on how suspicious it was as he walked away to go to Crystal.

Simultaneously, the crowd was cheering for someone, and the person won the match. At the bleachers, they cheered and grabbed the container filled with water and splashed it on the winner.

They were praising their leader with words of amazement, as well as giving him compliments from his boys, until one member went up to his ear, giving him information about Chevalier.

With a grin, he decided to not do anything but celebrate the win for now until the news spreads again somewhere at a local gym.

"Leader, we have some information."

The person was drinking, wiping his sweat with his towel, and replied, "Shoot."

He began sharing the information that he currently has and was surprised to hear about it.

"Heh, how strong is this gang? Chevalier, huh? I wonder who will be my opponent."

Concurrently, someone was fighting with a bunch of gangsters somewhere in the hood as his boys made it in time, but the leader had already finished half of the job.

"You're late; finish them, boys!"

After doing a warcry, a gangster tried to sneak attack the leader who snuck into the group with them, but from the corner of his eye, he immediately did a back kick and was sent flying.

"I hope the training paid off because this martial art is a tough one!"

The boys charged in, and one of them helped their leader, making him rest a bit as if he were drained from energy fighting the gangsters.

"Here, leader." A member gave a water bottle to the leader.

He took it and opened the cap, drinking, and emptying it, replying, "Thanks."

"Once you took over this gang, our forces will double the amount."

"Yeah, I want to end it at this certain school, Outlaw."

"It's for our black brothers and sisters."

The two watched the fight and it was a one-sided win for his gang. Walking up to them and being in front of them, he made a final announcement, "Alright boys, it's time to meet the final boss! Let's go!"

Raising their fists high, they headed out to the next location in style.

Currently in Campton, Los Angeles, we see a person sparring with a person with military clothes from Russia. More than 5 people were watching, and it was a brutal spar with no protective gear.

"Stop! Winner, Paulson Mcreed! Get the medics!"

He walked away and sat in his corner, and his team gave him some water and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

The injury was severe for his opponent. Blood dripped on his right eye, teeth were gone in his mouth, he fractured two ribs, and overwhelming pain was stinging from the liver, chest, and jawline.

While resting, it didn't take long before Paulson's gang members spilled the information.

"Heh, guess the other gangs must've heard the news; there will be a war soon while I, Paulson Mcreed, will live in luxury and let them be."

One of the coaches spoke Russian to him, saying the next match was about to begin, and Paulson nodded.

Crystal, who was talking to Erwin, saw the announcement.

[Notice: Initiation will begin soon.]

Confused about what it meant, she began to see a percentage going up slowly.

[Initiation Percentage: 1%... 2%... 3%...]

Curious, she waited once it was 100%, but she will soon realize what the meaning of the countdown was.