(How to Get Away with Murder)

"Sure thing bimbos! Get ready! Here. I. Come!" Jero spoke these words while tensing up his muscles. This movement was subtle, almost imperceptible before he shot off like a bullet. Even now, most of the spectators couldn't see him, even though he had limited himself to the mental stage.

Although the class M students were all at the matter stage, as the saying goes, mind over matter. This was an accurate representation of the differences in power for those two stages. The matter stage was perfecting the body stage, and the mind stage was perfecting the spirit stage.

Though spirit didn't really boost combat power, at the stage Jero was at, not only did it boost both the normal defensive power, but it boosted combat power too, although he had no control over an unconscious act. Thus, those that were at the master stage or higher were dumbstruck, as most of them couldn't keep up with Jero.

As Jero shot forth, the representatives for team M hadn't noticed that Jero had moved. An afterimage of Jero was in his stead, a shark-like grin on his face. They faced each other, unaware of the threat looming in front of them.

'Boom'

A sonic boom announced to team M that Jero had moved, albeit a few seconds too late. Jero stood behind them, standing in the commonly seen 'clash' pose. Jero stood up heroicly, while the team M bimbos flopped down.

Their eyes told of their confusion, glazed over. Two spurts of blood came from two cuts on each of their arms. Shock overtook the crowd of students and teachers alike. Standing there imposingly was Jero, smiling at the crowd.

"Judge! He killed 'em! That's against the rules!" An outraged teacher of class M screamed, "Get him!" The look of hatred in his eyes bordered on insane, as spittle flew from his almost frothing mouth.

"Yo what? I killed em?" Cried Jero, "What the ****? I only slashed their skin on their arms!" He looked over his shoulder in shock, "How the flip does someone die from a small cut on their arms?"

Looking at the stampeding crowd he helplessly shrugged. This wasn't the time for him to reveal his power, so what was he to do? An old grandmaster looked at him in the crowd who were pushing and pulling every which way.

"Hmmm..." His voice calmly floated through the crowd, somehow able to be heard from everyone, "Yes youngster, you're right. Indeed it is too weird for them to be dead from a cut on their arms, both of which are not even deep, or on arteries, veins, or whatever..."

"Who're you to have a say in anything grandpa!" Some random teen cried "I'll pull your ears off so you could hear me, but that'd kill you!"

"Quiet sonny! I'm the headmaster of this here school! I could kick you out for your insolence!" The man said shaking his head, "Now listen up, Jero here is innocent without a doubt, like a bunny really. These boys here died of shock, and weres dumb enough to do so without caring about their life. They should've been ready to fight the moment they stood up." Pronouncing each word with a hit of his cane on the ground.

"To top it off, class M threw away three of my student's lives, all to frame Jero for murder." The truth came out, "Well, let this old timer tell you something! I'm helping Jero to get away with 'murder' although it technically isn't murdering its suicide at the right moment."

Like lightning, the tournament grounds went silent. A pin dropping could've been heard, then silenced for insubordination. The words of the ever elusive headmaster had dropped a bomb on class M's attempts to frame Jero, as well as put the light of understanding under the paper of lies. Class M had tried to frame Jero, then use that as an excuse to kick him out.

The outrage in everyone's eyes turned into rage towards class M. The class that tried to frame Jero now had to deal with the angry mob. The mess afterward was hard to clean up. The verdict of the first round was class Z's win, and class M's extermination. Class m's teacher was locked up and put on trial, which ended well (ish) for both sides.

Class m's teacher was to clean the mess of the extermination of his own class and then apologize to Jero. Finally, after this was done, he was expelled, and forbidden from teaching in another academy.

The only problem Jero had was that he wasn't able to eat until the trial, so he had to watch as Meepers ate his food. Flaunting it in his face.

"Meep meep! Meep meep meep meep meep!" (Ha, Ha! I think you want this!) Meepers taunted, "Meep merp meep meep merp meep mepeep!" (I also think that you want water!)

"Aww shut up you darn bird!" Jero said annoyed, "You just wait! I'm gonna eat an egg in front of you and-"

"MEEP MERP MERP!" Screamed Meepers. (***hole don't ******* dare!)

"Okay, okay! Sorry! Jeesh, can't make that joke anymore eh?" Jero quickly said, indignantly sitting there and watching quietly, "I wonder if that tastes good..."

"Meep." (Here) said Meepers as he tossed a small chunk to Jero.

"Thanks..." he said before crunching into it, "Pew, oww, and eck! I forgot that it's ******* wood! Gack! Disgusting! Pew pew! Aww! I got sawdust in my eyes! In my ears too! What the heck Meepers! Why do you like this!!!" he cried out in pain, don't ask anyone how he got sawdust in his ears though, that is a sore spot.

"Ack! I ******* hate you Meepers... Just- Pew- Kidding, I like you, just not your pranks! That was bad! Disgusting! Ack!" Jero continued to spit sawdust out for days. (He got a dusty bite.)

"Meep meep meep meep, meep meep meep me meep!" (It's an acquired taste, you are just a barbarian!) Meepers defended his favorite meal with gusto. Then he turned back to his meal.

"What do you mean, 'acquired taste'??! That **** is deadly!" Jero said while spitting, "You are a nut! I swear!" Those days were long. Jero wished for steak daily.