─── Chapter Eight. ❛ CHIZUE'S VENDETTA AGAINST LOUD BLONDES.❜
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THE CHILDREN OF THE MINAMI FAMILY, although twisted and molded to be the closest thing to a weapon they could get, hardly succumbed to their feelings of rage. They were taught better than that; A soldier was only as good as their tempter, and once that was out the window, so was their ability to function.
Unfortunately for Minami Chizue, her father had always been a vicious man, driven by his rage and his pride. He instilled those ideals into his only daughter, the heir to his perfectly crafted ability, and she too inherited his vile temper. Chizue was no stranger to rage; although her rage manifested in a childish nature unbecoming of her father's successor, and that too made him angry, like most things did.
For one, Chizue hated losing. That part of her father lay buried in the core of her chest, and no matter how hard she purged his voice from her mind, Minami Akihiro would forever linger against her skin like a phantom of vengeance.
Monoma Neito's thievery was the catalyst for her undoing. Chizue exploded like a supernova, bright, fiery, full of rage. Her carnal nature overtook her sensibility, and the weak joints against her bones grew reinvigorated as she and her team charged toward the blonde.
Chizue decided there that she wasn't a big fan of loud blondes with the surname Monoma.
Shinsou fixed his sights on their missing headband, feeling his forehead lighter without the bounty self-imposed on his head. Before either of them could process their rage and put it into action, Present Mic's voice boomed across the stadium.
"And now we've reached the halfway point of the game!" He cried towards the packed stands. "As the Cavalry Battle enters its second half, It's anyone's game! Class 1-B has made an unexpected showing, but who will wear the ten million points in the end? That's the real question, sports fans!"
"Shit." The purple-haired boy gritted his teeth in annoyance. Chizue was his only reliable partner, the only one from his team who could strategize to some extent.
"We have to get our headband back!" Chizue called out from the front of the tightly knit group, tossing stray strands of hair from her eyes.
"Get closer. We have to be as unnoticeable as possible." Shinsou advised, gripping either shoulder of his brainwashed minions. Chizue did as she was told, and together, she and the two other runners carried Shinsou closer to the boasting boy from Class 1-B.
If he was going to be arrogant, he should be ready to back it up with more than words. From the other side of the stadium, a bout of bright yellow light erupted amongst the groups, and the white-hot sear of electricity jolted Chizue.
