Classroom of the Revenge

V3 - Chapter 8: Happiness

Do not fret the things of the past.

For there is always the future.

Do not fret the things of the future.

For there is always the present.

Do not fret the things of the present.

Because you will never find happiness.

By:

I.A.

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Losing something isn't terrifying. That's what I believe. No matter what is lost, fear does not exist. It should not exist. It's only truly terrifying to accept that you lost something. Because, once you accept it, it will be gone forever. That's why acceptance is terrifying, not the act of losing. I suppose that is an inevitability. And that's why I don't accept it. I can't accept it. For if I do, she will be lost forever in the continuous flowing sands of time. Forever and ever.

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The following day, the three children met up and acted like nothing had happened. That was the general course for every incident. It was like it never happened.

Currently, the three were waiting for their next match in a martial arts competition.

"I can't believe Shiro is my first opponent..." Yuki frowned.

"Bad luck I guess," Shiro said. "Could have been worse..."

"You don't hold back though!" Yuki complained.

Shiro's eyes flickered briefly, exposing his dissatisfaction. The boy, who was observing, noticed but chose not to say anything.

"Why do you hold back anyway?" Shiro asked the boy.

The boy looked away and mumbled "I don't want to hurt her..."

Shiro, catching the reason why, showed a rare smirk and asked "is that so?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" The boy asked, annoyed by Shiro's question.

"Yeah, what do you mean?" Yuki asked.

Shiro sighed, his rare smirk fading from his face from his disbelief.

"Nothing."

"Why are you lying?" The boy asked, confused.

Shiro clicked his tongue and said "by nothing, I mean it's nothing you would understand."

"Something I can't understand?" The boy asked, then, with shining eyes, he asked excitedly "now you have to tell me!"

"Urk!" Shiro leaned away from the boy.

"Shiro, Yuki!" An instructor called the two, interrupting the three friends.

Shiro, looking relieved, stood up and walked to the ring. On the other hand, Yuki looked worried.

"Yuki, do your best, okay?" The boy said with a smile.

Yuki smiled and said "of course, thank you."

Yuki walked to the ring. The ring had a radius of 10 meters. Shiro and Yuki stood directly across from each other creating a distance of 15 meters between the two. Both of their faces were calm as they entered into a state of focus. Their eyes clear, every bit of emotion that was displayed earlier was gone. In today's competition, any form of martial arts was allowed as it was a simple hand-to-hand battle.

The instructor raised his hand and swung his hand down, saying "begin!"

Yuki was the first to react. In the blink of an eye Yuki had crossed the distance and leapt off the ground, attempting to deliver a kick straight into Shiro's head. Shiro grabbed her leg, holding her in the air. Yuki swung her other leg toward him. Shiro caught the leg, however, Yuki, anticipating that, slammed her closed fist straight into Shiro's face. Shiro, unphased by the attack, dragged Yuki towards his head and slammed his head straight into her's.