Chapter 10: Why did I have to Destroy a Dimension?

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Side Note: From now on, I'm going to write in 1rst person.

Being someone who destroyed a dimension is already hard. Now, someone who destroyed a dimension, and is carrying an unconscious survivor, might not mix in very well.

I entered a room full of people. At first glance he saw two kids his age, and the rest were or young adults and older. They all stared at him with surprise, some with curiosity. One of the kids his age stepped forward.

"Hello, my name is Saya Sasayama. Can I ask why are you carrying Shay?" The girl asked without a hint of doubt or fear. I got confused and she had to wave her hand to get me to answer.

"Uh, yeah sorry, he's unconscious."

"I can see that. Why?" She seemed very innocent, but pierced right to the point. I panicked, and glanced at Yuto, who had been quietly looking at the conversation. He shrugged.

"I, uh . . . knocked him unconscious?" A sweat drop dropped off my forehead.

They all stared at me. I think I knocked Shay unconscious. How should I know? Yuto is a scarecrow who keeps his mouth shut for god's sake. He won't tell me anything! I was kinda scared of their reaction, but they all just stared at each other and started to laugh. The boy my age now stood up, and talked.

"You? Knock Shay Obsidian unconscious? You have good jokes, skinny arms. My name is Allen Kozuki. And you?"

"Skinny arms? You wanna fight shrimp-head?" I blowed steam.

"Shrimp-head? Is that the best you can do highlighter-face?" *they are both very immature*

"Oh, it's on," I replied with a smirk, "Let's arm wrestle. If I win, I give you my name."

"Alright, skinny arms! I'll find out who you are." Allen cracked his knuckles.

"Lets duel!!!"

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I set the unconscious Shay down and sat down on a table with Allen. I was pretty confident I would win because of my extensive training, yet, I didn't know how much strength Allen had. What if he was strong? Nah, he didn't even have arms; those were noodles.

"Alright, these are the rules. There will be three matches. If Allen wins, the stranger will say his name. If the stranger wins, he wants . . . candy? He wants candy. Okay men, get in position."

Ha! His posture was weak. He didn't have the strength to win this. He was going to win. But still, he wanted to have fun.

"Allen, be careful please." Saya said, very shy unlike the first time they spoke.

"Tch. Really, Saya? Don't you worry, ok?"

"Oh- ok!" Saya blushed. I didn't know she was bipolar.

I smirked. "Heh. Yeah, Allen. You should listen to your girlfriend and be careful."

Allen blushed a bright red. Pfft, I got into an awkward conversation. "She's- She's NOT MY GIRLFRIEND!!!"

"Sheesh. Why are you denying love, Allen?" I smirked. He and Saya now looked like their face was on fire.

"Tch! Let's just start this match, please!!!" He said trying to hide some of his embarrassment.

They both set their elbows on the table, and huddled their fists.

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