THESCHOOL RAID
VladimirPython was watching his friends beat a freshman for fun. Thefreshman's face was misshapen. He lost some of his teeth. He spatblood as Vladimir's friends—August and James kick the freshman'sgut.
Hedeserved it,Vladimir thought.He stained my clothes by bumping me, and spilling juice on myfavorite coat.
"—Stopit!" The freshman pleaded, and spat blood on the ground. "I'msorry! I didn't mean to do—Ack!"
Augustkicked his gut again. August Stefano is a blond, buff guy. He was asenior, just like Vladimir. They've been friends ever since theywere kids. They killed a lot of people together too.
JamesGraft gripped the freshman's collar. His hair stood up, punk style.He usually stuck out his tongue like a psycho. His uniform was coatedin red from the blood the freshman spat. James was a senior studenttoo. He became friends with Vladimir on their freshman year. Jameskilled a teacher who tried to spill the Python family's plans toanother country's ambassador. James' skills impressed Vladimirtoo. He can use a scythe—Dominator,very well.
"EH?"James snarled at the freshman. "You didn't mean to? Huh?!"
"Iwas just passing by!" The freshman screamed. "I didn't mean to—Ack!"
Jamespunched his gut. The freshman spat blood again, dripping James'clothes, but he didn't seem to care. "Well, you learned yourlesson now, huh?"
Finally,Vladimir got bored. He patted James' arm. "I'm bored. Let himgo."
Jamespushed the freshman into the ground. They left the freshman bleedingand beaten. He deserved it.
Vladimirstroked his long, blond hair. He slung the dirty coat on hisshoulders. On his waist hung his favorite weapon—his sword sticknamed, FinalJudgment.It looked like a simple black, walking stick, but when he pulled theupper part, a long and sharp, pure white blade appeared, as thin ashis middle finger.
Vladimiris the son of Victor Python, the owner of PythonStyle National Combat School, the number one combat school in thecountry. Because of that, he can come to school if he liked. Nobodycould force him to come. Not even the teachers. He knew that he'sstronger than them.
Ihave the best runes in the world.He thought. Nobodycan stop me.
Suddenly,his phone rang. He took out his phone. It was the latest model of themost expensive phone in the world.
"Hmm?"He answered the phone.
"Son."A deep voice said.
"Dad?"Vladimir answered. "What do you want?"
"Cometo my office." His dad said in a low voice. "It's about the UPSraid."
Vladimirhad the urge to smile. They're about to raid the school formediocre fighters. "I'm coming."
"And,don't forget to bring your... friends..."
Thecall ended.
Heturned to his friends, with a crooked smile. "Let's go to Dad'soffice. We'll be planning about the incoming raid."
"Heh."James answered, his tongue stuck out as usual.
"UPS,huh..." August muttered.
"Let'sgo." Vladimir said. "Dad has prepared something big."
***
Itold my friends about the incoming invasion, and my secrets,including the katana. Clifford filled me in too, since he knew aboutmy secret. My friends stirred uneasily. Even Dan. He knows how PythonStyle National Combat School does things. It's never fair.
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