Chapter III

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Makoto was already late in class, but nobody tried to lower his morale. Nobody dared to tease him nor laugh at him. 

As he sat on his chair, fellow new student, Kyo Hashimoto, a straight-forward and always neutral guy who always have an above average grade and wearing black framed glasses. He is also the son of the director of Hashimoto High School. "Hey, so you're Makoto Reiko? the name's Kyo Hashimoto. Nice to meet you." exclaimed Kyo, as he politely shaked Makoto's hand. "Nice to meet you too. I've never seen the son of the School Director before. It is a privelege." Makoto nervously replied. 

"So you are the one Rika rejected? the one they call the '''Flower-picking idiot'''? i don't think that's appropriate, and on behalf of the student body, i deeply apologize." as Kyo fixed his glasses. "Yeah, it's alright.. i don't really mind though.. i get bullied a lot." Makoto explained. 

"Bullied a lot? well then, let me tell you how i handle with bullies." as Kyo smirked. 

A few classes later, it was almost dismissal time. And as Makoto was preparing to go home, Rika and Miko blocked his way.

"hahaha! it's you again, you flower-picking prick!" shouted Rika. "I wasn't done with you yesterday." exclaimed Miko as he was about to punch Makoto again, but this time, Kyo went in front of Makoto, caught the punch and bended Miko's elbow into a 180 degree motion. "ow! that hurts! stop that!" Miko cried. "It seems as though your strength of teasing has once again been overpowered by your physical weakness. If you can beat me, then you can have the right to beat up Makoto." explained Kyo, still twisting Miko's elbow.

"Alright! i won't bully him anymore.." said Miko. "If you dare to try and bully him again, i promise that your eye nerves will be tied on the pointer finger of both of my hands. I will play with them like a yo-yo and that your Macula will go reverse mixed in with your Vitreous gel and as the pupils starts to turn white, your cornea will be scraped with a needle and i will bury a stick into the Fovea while using it as a little top." Kyo disgustingly describes. 

The hall was silent. and all that was heard was Miko's gulp. 

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