ROGUE (BL)

Cent 20: 2

"Come boy choose your next match" the principal said. It seemed he was observing everything from the backstage. When someone said 'principal' Myr would think of an old man with graying hair and wrinkled skin, staggering as he made his way through the crowd, sprouting meaningless curses about his generation and what-not.

But this principle: Myr could tell that he'd lived for a long time, but he didn't look old. He looked to be in his forties with bright red hair and dusky skin. The arks of battle where evident on his muscular torso.

Myr balled his fists, slightly bowing at the principle. "I have a question."

The principle raised his eyebrow, "We can any opponent in this hall, cant we? Including the faculty."

At that the principle burst out laughing. "Ha! I was just starting to think that I might never have anyone ask me this ever again. HA HA HA!"

"Again?" Myr frowned.

The principal ran his hand through his neck length hair and nodded at the person sitting on the VIP seat behind. "That guy asked the same thing."

Myr turned around to meet eyes with Micheal. His face was as stoic as ever, but there was a certain glow in his jade colored eyes. Myr couldn't comprehend it so he left it at that.

"So? Which faculty would you prefer to battle?" He faced the principle again and this time jabbed a finger towards him.

"You." And the hall went quiet as death.

The principal broke into laughter. "To think that I'd get two students asking for the same requests. This batch is indeed interesting." The principal's countenance swiftly shifted to seriousness. "Very well, I will allow you–-IF, you defeat him." His words ended in a mire undertone.

Myr swung to face the Soulless now face to face with him. He was an anomaly, Myr had to admit. He had the fearsome glow in his eyes that made one admit defeat before confronting him. So the Soulless had asked to battle the principal. Myr wouldn't be surprised considering what he'd spoken to Myr earlier.

In all certainty, Myr hadn't really wanted to fight the Soulless. He'd thought that Micheal would be a great ally to have. However, the way things spun, it seemed almost inevitable to avoid fighting the soulless.

He was stoic faced–but his eyes spoke a thousand sentences beyond what words could deliver. Now they seemed to be saying 'I shall fight you with all my strength, for I approve of you', Myr didnt know how he knew, but he knew.

He closed his eyes and inhaled a breadth. When he opened them again they burned off the same fire that the Soulless' burned. "Understood" Myr finally called out and walked into the improvised ring.

He squared up, with his fists out and bekon the Soulless to attack. Micheal walked into the ring but threw his sword outward, out of pity or respect, Myr didn't.

He mirrored Myr's call, assuming a defensive stance and launching the first attack. Which Myr blocked with ease, but the attack was followed by another one, with almost no gap. And soon Micheal's body moving with perfect precision, with no open spots and no time react launched into a flurry of attacks, each getting more and more difficult to dodge.

Myr had little trouble blocking them, when Micheal finished a set of 12 attacks, he took a longer break before launching his next series, Myr took advantage of his cooldown and did a 180, slamming his body on the marble floor that cracked upon contact.

Micheal looked shocked with Jade colored eyes wide open, as though he couldn't comprehend what had just happened. He was right to be shocked. The attack that Myr had performed was extremely difficult to perform and certainly not one that was exercised often. From afar, it would seem like Myr breezed through the match, but in reality, Micheal backed him up into a corner in almost no time. If it hadn't been for his lack of information for this particular attack, Myr had no doubt he'd lose.

Micheal was just that well-trained. Myr could see the amount of time he'd spent perfecting his technique.

The principal's applause resonated through the hall. "And with that, Maryus Grudbear has won this match."

Micheal stood up and dusted his shirt. Myr's eyes widened in shock at the unexpected sight. He couldn't believe it—he was smiling. "Let me re-introduce myself, I'm Micheal Soulless, Nice to meet you. I'll be in your care!" Myr tilted his head almost repulsed by the sincerity in the Soulless' tone.

"Ugh, what's with the manners? Ever been nice to anyone before?" One moment he was seeing the Soulless smiling, and the next he was flying through the arena and slammed into the walls.

He burst out laughing, so the Soulless really hadn't been nice to anyone? Who couldn't guess.

Despite the unexpected change of circumstance between him and the Soulless, Myr could see the tension in the entire hall. People were more than surprised to see the Soulless defeated, they were threatened. A while ago, Myr had felt like no one in the audience was truly paying attention to him, and suddenly it felt as though all eyes were on him. And the animosity was more than just avident.

"Although, Myr has defeated the Soulless, Myr would be ranked second as of now. You have made your skill evident Myr, however, the attack you used is forbidden for being capable of injuring the victim's body irreversibly should the technique be anything short of perfect, however, that also goes to show your own expertise. As for your pending battle with me, I believe you should wait a little while."

Myr bowed at the principle and ran up to Micheal "Hey! Lets go get something to eat"

"I'm not hung–" but Myr was already dragging him out of the assembly hall.