I Met a Spoiled Girl From a Powerful Organization!
031@ Teaching someone can give you many experiences that you never knew that you could witness. While many people who try to teach ultimately give up, there are a select few people who will give it their all to the very end. Watching a student of yours continue to grow closer and closer to "perfection" would put a smile on anyone's faces. But the opposite can be said as well. Watching your student fail miserably is a completely different kind of pain. As if telling you that your not even good enough to help anyone. @404
"How the hell did we agree to this so easily?" the pink-haired girl asked.
"Because everyone else was leaving and you were too embarrassed to be left behind," I said. "And when I started leaving, you followed me around like a dog."
"DON'T YOU DARE REFER TO ME AS A DOG!!"
"Ok, then how about Pink-haired Girl?"
"MY NAME IS MIO YOU SHITHEAD!!!"
"Ok, nice to me you Ms. Shithead!"
"DON'T TEST ME!!!!!"
After a few exchanges of sarcasm and raging outbursts, Mio finally decided to calm down and take our situation seriously.
"What are we going to do about boundaries," Mio asked. "Should we just do fifty fifty?"
"How about I have the room to myself and you can go sleep in the hallway." I suggested.
"WHY THE HELL SHOULD I HAVE TO DO THAT?!?!"
This was starting to get old. She really isn't making this easy for herself.
"Anyways," Mio continued. "There's no way in hell that I'm just going to go sleep in the hallway. I don't want my back to get all bruised up from the hard floor.
When she started rubbing her back, I started to get a better look at her features. Her eyes were a bright blue, her lips looked soft and moist, her face look like a princess's, and her hair was down all the way to her waist. If it wasn't for her bitchy attitude, then she would've definitely been on the S-tier level. What a waste.
"You're a low C-tier at best." I said out loud.
"OK THAT'S IT!!!! YOU AND I ARE GOING TO SETTLE THIS WITH A MAGIC BATTLE!!!" Mio erupted.
"...ehh?"
Mio, somehow successfully, dragged me outside and out in a small open field right in the biddle of school grounds. Then she stopped me somewhere in the middle of the field and she back-peddled about thirty feet away from me.
"Whoever wins gets whatever they want," she said on the other side. "If I win, then you have to treat me like the noble that I am."
"You're a noble?" I asked.
I just thought that she was a narcissistic bitch.
"OF COURSE I'M A NOBLE!!! Can't you see my pendant!"
I looked at her chest then up her neck, but there was no pendant to be found.
"I don't see it." I told her.
"What?! No it should be... ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!!"
She yanked the pendant, which was stuck underneath her uniform, back into visibility.
"There, believe me now!" she said with a prideful smile.
"Yeah, cool dragon," I said, admiring the well-engraved black dragon on the grey medal.
So she must be a part of the Fire Dragons.
"As I was saying," Mio continued. "If I win, then you'll treat me like a noble."
"You're not going to make me lick your feet are you." I said with a look of disgust.
"I might... yet I might not."
"...pervert."
"I DON'T WANT TO HEAR THAT COMING FROM YOU!!!"
What did I ever do that was perverted?
"Ok sure, if you win then you get special privileges. But if I win... THEN YOU HAVE TO GET OUT OF MY SIGHT AND STAY LIKE THAT UNTIL I DIE!!!!"
"...huh?"
Hopefully I'll finally be able to teach her some common sense.
"Tch... Fine, I accept your suggestion."
"Ok then, let's get this thing started."
Before we began our magic battle, we both pulled out our ID's and attached them to our heads, which turned into metal headbands.
ID's were given to everyone, except criminals, but only people who were born from a long chain of Rainbow Knights were given the ID's that we have. Our ID's gave us the ability to use our magic.
Scientific research states that our magic was created and passed on to a select few since they were only able to create a few samples of it, but the only way to bring it out was with enhanced technology, which were our ID's that sent signals that opened the rest our our brain's abilities. However, the ability to control magic is determined by our mental strength. If you have hydrophobia, then chances are you won't control water magic that well.
It all depends on how comfortable you are with the elements you use.
"FIRE STYLE: FIRE FIST!" Mio shouted.
"...?"
Her fists were suddenly engulfed in flames. This technique is famous among the members of the Fire Dragons and only they ever used this. It was like an attack of the Fire Dragons or something.
But there was something off about this situation.
"...umm...why did you just shout your attack," I asked with a confused tone. "You know you can just use your mind to bring put your attack right."
"Sh-Shut up! It's just my...uhh...my style if fighting! Yeah, that's it!"
She's obviously lying.
This is ridiculous. She's a member of the Fire Dragons and a noble, and yet she's still fighting with training wheels.
She's done for.
"WATER FREESTYLE: FELINE STANCE!" I said, mentally.
This attack caused water to surround my body and give me cat-like features. It enhance my speed, focus, and eyesight, as well was two ears on top of my head and a tail, which were all made of water.
Also, there are three types of fighting styles. Style, Freestyle, and Ultistyle.
Style is the most basic unit of magic that most people use. While basic, it's still useful and effective. Plus it doesn't use too much of your stamina.
Freestyle is a combination of Style with your own imagination. This means that you can combine Style magic and give it a little twist by using your own imagination.
If mastered well enough, you can use this type of magic and only lose as much stamina as you would if you used Style types.
Ultistyle is the most powerful type of magic. Only a select few in the entire world can use this type. However, once it's used, your stamina will be completely depleted, leaving you tired and sore all over.
My Freestyle type was a combination of various Style Water Magic while I had cat-like features.
Mio couldn't see me though.
When your fighting with your training wheels, when you shout your attack, your stance and magic all become visible to your opponent. When you use your mind, however, your magic is visible only to you because only you can hear your thoughts.
Think of it like your reading a book. When you read words that are giving a description of something, you use your head to read those words as well as use the words to create a mental image of what the author wants you to see. It's a figurative language called "Imagery." This kind of logic applies to the way you use your magic. You think of your own words then create a mental picture of what you want to cast. That, combined with a comfortable and stable mentality, can allow you to cast whatever kick-ass spell you want.
Mio, however, didn't seem to know this trick. Or maybe her mind is too complex.
"Quit being a coward and show me your attack!" Mio shouted at me.
"Try guessing by using your head!" I shouted back.
The only way to see the attack is by visualizing it correctly by yourself.
When you're fighting, the best strategy is to dodge your opponents attacks and read the way they move. Doing so can help you try and visualize what their attack is. Just like me, everyone who was born from former Rainbow Knights spent years being trained by their parents to enhance their ability to visualize an attack by paying attention to their opponent's stance, eye movements, breathing, facial expressions, speed, hands, pretty much every part of their body. This was the key to succeeding in battle.
So how come Mio wasn't using this technique?
"Enough fooling around," Mio shouted. "I'm taking my chance! HERE I COME!!!"
She rushed at me, her fists of fire bursting with energy.
I simply took a prowling stance, like a cat does when they spot a mouse, and waited for her to reach me.
"Sorry Mio," I said quietly. "But you stood no chance the minute you shouted that spell."
When she was a few feet away from me, Mio took her swing. I simply sprang up seven feet off the ground and fell straight at her. And with a simple slash with my cat-like water claws, she was hit and fell to the ground, a beautiful trail of aqua blue being left behind from my attack.
"GAAUCK!!"
Spitting up blood, Mio fell to the ground and was immobilized. She never stood a chance.
"Sorry Mio," I said, sarcastically. "But this is checkmate for you."
I didn't know why, but I started to feel a warm presence around her. Was I feeling sympathy towards her? Or was it pity? Whatever it is, I shouldn't let it get to me. She lost because she was too cocky about her abilities.
"You lost this fight, and I beat you fair and square," I said. "Don't ever come near me again."
I didn't realize this, but a large crowd of students were watching us. They must've seen our battle and wanted to see how it turned out.
"The fight is over," I said to them. "You don't have to keep watching us."
"That...was a little harsh." one of then said.
"...?"
"Some of us were challenged by her," another student said. "When we realized that she was in training wheels, we decided to throw the match to at least give her something to feel good about."
"That's stupid," I argued. "You can't just throw a match because you feel sorry for her! If she doesn't learn from her losses, then how the hell will she be able to move on!"
In all honesty, I wanted her to succeed. The reason that I was so hard on her was because I wanted her to learn from her mistakes. I knew that she was misguided ever since she first attacked me.
"If someone ever tries to bully you, then treat them like a bitch," my mother had told me. "And make sure that they learn from their mistakes."
That's right. I have to make sure that they learn from their mistakes. It's the only way that they'll be able to succeed.
"...w-why...?"
I turned to see Mio struggling to move, as well as talk.
"...why...is it that...everytime...I get back...up, I always...e-end up...back on th-the...ground..."
"...!"
No way! Exactly how long has she been misguided for?