Duel

The silver-haired boy's name was Ryan Michael, a seventeen years old boy from a rich background. He led Allen to the dueling field, a large area of the school with sand covering the whole place and rows of chairs surrounding it. Just as they got there, Allen was surprised to see the whole place already buzzing with students.

"How are they aware of the duel?" He turned and asked Ryan. 

"The thing is that dueling is a very important event in this school. It's so popular that all the students gather here once a duel is set and then they begin to bet on whoever they believe will win. You don't need to announce to them that a duel has been set because there is a mechanical device in this school that beeps ten times whenever a duel has been set, this alone helps to tell all the students in this school about it," Ryan explained to him.

"Was that the sound I heard some minutes ago?" Allen asked as he remembered the beeping sound he was hearing as he left the hostel. He had thought it to be an alarm or something like that.

"Of course, it is. Now, as you can see... These students are betting on me," Ryan said and laughed at Allen. "No one wants to waste money on you because you are going to fail so woefully," he added still laughing at him.

"What is so funny? You can laugh all you want for now but I promise that very soon, I'll make them all regret wasting their money on you. It's not that difficult to do so, I advise that you bring out all you got, take it as a battle of life and death," Allen replied and walked away. 

"I can't wait to teach you some lessons, I'm going to rub mud on that cold and arrogant face of yours, tsk!" Ryan scoffed and followed after him.

Allen headed straight to the dueling field but as he went, he heard all the discussions the students were having about him. It was bad that no one seemed eager to place a bet on him but then, it didn't really concern him.

"Everyone, take a look at him. I wonder what makes him think that he will be able to beat Ryan," a student in the crowd yelled as he saw Allen walking past them.

"He is only asking for a quick death!" Another student yelled and they all began to laugh at him. 

Allen ignored them and didn't say a word — not that he didn't have words to say but that he chose to reply to them through his actions. Just as he kept walking, a boy the same height as him rushed from behind and grabbed him. Furious that he was grabbed from behind, he abruptly turned to give him a blow but seeing that the boy was cowering in fear, he halted and dropped his hand. 

"What do you want?" He asked the boy.

The boy who thought that he was going to get beaten was surprised that nothing came as he had expected, he carried down his arm and looked at Allen who was staring back at him with a mixed feeling. 

"I don't have money like all these rich kids, I only have a little with me but I'm willing to bet them all on you. Promise me that you will win," the boy said to Allen.

Allen was surprised, for the first time, someone was ready to bet on him. "Why? Why do you think I'll win?" He asked the boy.

"Because my instincts never lie. Never mind, just don't fail me or I'll die of hunger sooner or later," the boy replied and moved to Allen and whispered to him. "Also, please break a leg for me. I hate his guts so much."

Allen gazed at him in surprise and curiousness, he was beginning to wonder what had happened between the two to make this one hate him so much.

"I'm not only going to break his leg, I'll do more than that," Allen replied and walked away.

While he was gone, the boy went back to where he was sitting down and the students around him couldn't help but throw insults at him for his foolishness. But he ignored them while strongly praying inwardly for Allen to win so that shame will be upon the faces of all those who dared to mock him.

Now that the two opponents were standing far away from each other, Ryan's boss and his boys came and occupied the front seats. The blue-haired boy had his eyes solely on Allen, he was yet to forget how he was insulted by him the day before and couldn't wait for him to be taught a lesson.

"Tell them to start!" He ordered one of his boys with yellow hair.

The boy stood up and cleared his throat. "Let the fight begin!" He said with a loud voice that resounded throughout the whole field.

"Hey, by the way, I haven't asked for your name. Mine is Ryan, what is yours?" Ryan asked Allen. Allen ignored him and waited for him to start fighting but he wasn't making an effort to do so seeing that he didn't answer him, he frowned. "I'm only asking for your name, idiot! Just answer me!" He yelled.

"Shut up and let's fight!" Allen grunted. 

' Yes, finally!' Ryan said with a sinister smile on his face. "Do you think you are wise? You are as foolish as any other fools out there," he said to Allen and began to make his way toward him. The first he did the moment he got to where he was standing was punch him in the stomach.

Allen figured that he couldn't move but he didn't know what sort of ability the boy was using on him, he tried moving his hands and legs but none was responding.

' Does he have the same ability as me? I can't move my body at all ' He thought inwardly with a slight frown on his face. "What ability is this?" He decided to ask him about it. 

"Mind control! It's an ability to control people however I like, do you like it?" Ryan replied and chuckled as he gave Allen another blow in his stomach.

"Do all you want, don't stop!" Allen said to him with his usual sinister smile.