Chapter 13 Small gun

DURING DETENTION

As the hours passed, an awkward silence hung between Greg and me, intensifying the anticipation of the impending punishment we were about to face.

Seriously... Throughout this entire ordeal, I couldn't help but find Greg's accusations about me corrupting his sister's mind utterly ridiculous. Did he not realize that she was the popular queen of our school, capable of making her own choices and decisions?

So, in order to break this silence, I'll start by asking, "Hmmm... Greg... About your sister, I don't know what I did to upset you, but-"

"Look, man, I'm sorry for everything I did to your friends," he apologized. Well, this is new.

I was awed a little by his apology because this was the first time he had apologized since the halfway point of the school year.

"The truth is, you made my little sister happy with your frequent chats with her," he said, implying that I had helped her. "And it made me somewhat jealous because of you," he glared at me, but this time with envy.

UGHHH...

"Wow, Greg, you've got a full-fledged sister complex going on. Talk about a plot twist," I chuckled, unable to resist teasing him.

"Yeah, I really care fo- Wait, what did you just say?" he spun towards me, interrogating my responses.

" Nothing."

'Well, I'll just pretend I didn't say it then. We wouldn't want things to get chaotic if we accidentally step on the wrong words,' I replied, trying to diffuse the tension.

We delved into all sorts of topics about her sister, from hobbies and preferences to the realm of anime. At one point, I mischievously ventured into discussing her sister's three sizes, hoping to provoke a reaction. Well, Greg's face turned redder than a ripe tomato, and I swear I saw his ears produce a puff of steam! Sensing the awkwardness, I swiftly abandoned that line of questioning. Little did I know, amidst the laughter and flushed faces, we were unknowingly forging a friendship. Who would have thought?

As our conversation carried on, to our dismay, the door swung open, revealing our teacher and parents standing there, eyes wide with astonishment. It was quite the sight — the very people who assumed we couldn't stand each other, now witnessing our seemingly harmonious interaction. However, any hopes of praise or approval were quickly dashed as we found ourselves on the receiving end of a stern scolding. Our punishment? Cleaning every nook and cranny of the school's bathrooms. Ah, the joys of unexpected camaraderie and toilet duty. Life truly knows how to keep us on our toes!

After the bathroom-cleaning ordeal, we bid each other farewell, knowing it would be the first and last time we'd see each other during our school years. Graduation day was upon us, and to my surprise, I miraculously passed and found myself walking across that platform. As I observed my classmates hugging, shedding tears, and sharing laughter, I realized that this was just the beginning for me.

I embarked on a series of high-paying part-time jobs, intending to save up for the future. Little did I know that in a matter of months, a worldwide war against terrorism would erupt, and I would be drafted into a training camp for three additional grueling months. Eventually, the conflict subsided, and I thought the chaos was behind me.

But then, a sudden deafening bang resonated, drowning out all sound. Next thing I knew, I was transported to a place that could only be described as a fantasy world, reminiscent of the tales my grandfather used to watch as a teenager. Standing before me was a magnificent dragon, and it became apparent that I had stumbled into a realm of wonder and enchantment. My ordinary life had taken an extraordinary turn.

(BACK TO THE PRESENT) (END OF FLASHBACK)

And that's all I can think of; just a normal guy is who I am. Screw it, I'm just going to tell him the truth.

I pointed my finger at him and answered honestly, " Hibiki is it." He nodded smugly in acknowledgment. "The truth is, unlike all of you, I don't have a complex backstory. I come from a simple life in my world. But I've always yearned to be special. Still, I value the peaceful times I have with my family. Just like you, I want to find a way to return home legally, without causing any problems for this world, especially for Great Red and its residents."

"So you're not THE PROTAGONIST?" he muttered under his breath.

"A what?" I asked, taken aback by his murmuring. Izumi, who was standing beside me, remained unusually silent. I couldn't help but wonder why.

With my answer, he appeared convinced, his mind clearly pondering something above our heads. As I watched him, I couldn't help but wonder how I had ended up in this complicated situation.

Suddenly, Hibiki materialized right in front of us, instantly flicking Izumi away from me. I shouted in alarm, but before I could react, he forcefully grabbed my face, his grip unyielding. I desperately struggled, throwing punches and kicks, but my blows met nothing but empty air.

"Sorry, man, even though you're not special in any way, you still need to die," he sneered menacingly. "There's something about that weird armband you're wielding that tells me you'll be troublesome someday."

"Can't you just let me go?" I pleaded, my voice trembling with fear, as his crushing grip tightened, growing stronger with each passing moment.

" NO CAN DO" He said, in a sarcastic tone.

AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I screamed desperately from his vice-like grip, attempting to scratch his hand with my nails, just to draw my own blood. The sound of clicking snaps echoed in my head, growing louder with each passing second.

The armband began communicating with me telepathically, urging me to point a gun at him. In that desperate moment, I realized that this mysterious artifact had helped me survive previous encounters, and I couldn't help but trust that it could save me once more.

As I extended my hand, mimicking the act of holding a gun in front of him, I was taken aback... shocked to discover that what materialized in my palm was a small, silver gun.

" WHAT IS THIS? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA WHAT A SMALL GUN YOU HAVE HAHAHAHAHAHA."

These sucks this might be the end but Im gonna fight until my last breath, I tried pulling the trigger of this small gun before I saw it clearly this gun was not to messed with because...

" OH SHIT ITS THE NOISY CRICKET." I cursed, after it was too late.

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Without expecting it, I unleashed a blast from the gun, and to my astonishment, it struck Hibiki with incredible force, sending him hurtling through the air. In a desperate bid to save himself, he called upon Great Red to catch him, but even the mighty dragon seemed overwhelmed by the sheer impact. The recoil from the gun was equally formidable, propelling me backward and leaving me floating helplessly. Fortunately, Izumi had managed to recover and swiftly caught me.

As I witnessed Hibiki being held in the grasp of Great Red, it became apparent that the gun had inflicted massive damage upon him. His chest was heavily bruised, his body covered in painful-looking burns, and blood oozed from wounds hidden beneath his skin. The fury in his eyes as he glared at me was palpable, radiating a sense of intense anger and vengeance.