"PE"

I slowly stood up and walked to my next class. It was pretty hard to ignore the people around you when you're the center of attention. I walked up a flight of stairs before I arrived on the second floor of the school. The rest of my classes were up here except for my 4th period.

I took a couple more turns before I entered my second class, geometry. I had already memorized everything from geometry, all the to pre-calculus. This was another of the many classes that I slept through.

…

The bell woke me up from my nap as I accidentally stood up too fast. The world spun as I exited through the door.

Before I knew it, my 3rd period had passed and I was already in 4th period. I yawned while walking down the same flight of stairs and proceeded to walk out of the school building.

My PE class was outside of the school building since it was a massive field with a dirt fighting ring in the center. I saw most of my classmates had already arrived and their gazes were that of confusion and anger.

Confusion at why I was here, but also anger, believing that I was arrogant enough to face up against them.

I looked at the PE teacher who was a 6 foot, well-built man, and scruffy black hair. He was displeased with my arrival since I haven't come all year and it was already the end of the 1st semester.

I just ignored their gazes and stood far away from my classmates with the bell soon ringing, signaling the start of the 4th period.

"Alright, we will start with basic sparring in 10 minutes, make sure to fully stretch so you don't hurt yourself," says the instructor.

What was this guy's name again… now that I think about it, I don't know any of my teacher's names…

Throughout the 10 minutes of free time, I stretched while my classmates all carefully observed me. I was surprised by how they didn't come and provoke a fight, but then remembered that our teacher was a licensed, B-rank dungeon runner.

I took glances at our teacher but was barely able to scale his power. Normally power users would exude some power, but he was barely readable.

"He's purposely suppressing it," I say while accidentally staring at the teacher.

The teacher noticed my gaze and quickly turns around. Once he saw me, he walked over while crossing his arms.

"Why are you here now?" he says, looking down at me.

"I was bored," I replied.

I could practically hear my classmates, veins burst. When I looked over to them, I could see them barely holding back the urge to walk over here and sock me in the face. I couldn't help but laugh internally.

"If you're going to come today, then you better start coming every day," he says sternly.

I just shrugged, making the teacher a bit ticked off, but took a deep breath and continued to talk to some of the other students.

…

*clap* *clap* *clap*

"Alright, we're going to start the sparring sessions now. I will call up random people and you will spar them. No powers for now and at the end of class, you can pick your opponent and decide whether you want to use powers or not," the teacher says, as we walked over to the dirt ring.

"Arthur and Vincent, you're up first,"

Both students had huge grins on their faces since they seemed to be friends. Arthur had long brown hair with pale white skin while Vincent had short blue hair with tanned skin.

They both shook hands before taking a fighting position right in the center of the ring. The teacher acted as the referee, so he held his hand in between the friends and then shouted,

"Start," while lifting his hand and taking a few steps back.

They both lunged at each other while cocking back their fist. Both punched at the same time while landing a hit on their face and stomach. Their next move only had slight hesitation before Arthur grabbed Vincent's wrist and stepped inward with his foot.

He attempts to throw Vincent over his shoulder and onto the ground. Vincent notices this and counters by doing a dive roll once he was flipped over Arthur's shoulder.

These guys are good.

They stared at each other trying to predict their opponent's move for about 5 seconds until Arthur loses patience and runs towards Vincent. Vincent plants his feet on the ground and lunges in a tackling position towards Arthur's waist.

Arthur could've jumped over him because of Vincent's position, but decided to not waste this chance by leaning back. He throws a roundhouse kick towards Vincent which he catches and lifts, causing Arthur to fall back.

As Arthur fell back, he tucked in and did a roll, over his shoulder. Though he saved himself from falling completely, Vincent had already prepared a low kick that smacked Arthur across the face.

"Ouch," I hear one of my classmates say.

Though Arthur was kicked in the head, he recovered quickly. He held his temple while backing up a bit. Vincent saw this and took advantage of his dazed state by jumping up and launching a flying sidekick to his stomach.

BAM

His kick was blocked by Arthur's arm, who wrapped his hand around Vincent's ankle and dragged him down. Arthur then launched a punch which missed since he was still slightly dizzy.

"Got you," Vincent says.

He used the momentum from being dragged down, to increase his power as he smashed his fist into Arthur's head. Arthur fell back onto the dirt with his eyes peeling white.

"Winner of this round is Vincent! Vincent since you knocked him out, you have to take him to the infirmary," the teacher announces.

Vincent clicks his tongue as he throws Arthurs unconscious body over his shoulder.

"Okay… next will be… Lucy and Mia,"

I immediately walked into the dirt ring with stares crawling all over my skin.

"Do you have the gym clothes, oh wait you're too poor to afford them? I hope your clothes don't get too dirty while I beat your arrogant ass," I hear a girl's voice come from beside me.

It was my opponent, Mia. She was just slightly taller than me with fire red hair and a curvaceous figure. The boys were practically drooling as her hips waved side to side, seductively.

I couldn't help but grimace at her actions. I just hoped I could learn some things from her… only if she is better than me. I don't mind getting beaten up if it's in PE since I can absorb techniques that might be hard to learn while getting bullied/beaten half to death.

She walked right up to my face, pressing her massive breasts against me.

She looks nothing like a 9th grader…

"Are you sure you want to continue with this little mouse? I'll give you the chance to forfeit the match right now…" Mia says, grinning at me.

I ignored her and decided to extinguish my emotions now. I won't use bloodlust since that will draw too much attention to me, but I can extinguish my emotions. The teacher might notice but there's no way the students will.

Lock them away. Crush them. Eradicate the hindrance know as emotions.

Once I extinguished all of them, I looked back up at Mia who was still pressing her breasts against me and waiting for my answer.

My cold eyes showed no hint of emotions. I looked like a professionally trained killer who was taught to feel nothing for humans. Even though I was not using bloodlust, Mia felt an unknown pressure claw at her shoulders and cause her to break out in a cold sweat.

"I-I guess that's a no. Prepare yourself little mouse," Mia says while stumbling back a bit before taking a fighting stance.

I take a fighting stance as well, it was more relaxed than any stance I have watched before. It was helpful with reacting to things quickly in the beginning, but now I'm just used to the relaxed stance.

I let a deep breath out as I see the teacher place his arm between us. He looked at Mia and then looked at me. Even though he took a small glance, I saw him carefully observe my stance and emotionless state.

"Begin," he says while lifting his arm and taking a few steps back.

Mia was extremely fast as she seemed to teleport in front of me.

With power stones, you don't only get the ability but also a stronger body and mind. This is why the bridge between each rank is impossible to cross. Mia's stone that she crushed, was at least an A-rank stone, judging from her speed.

She launches a kick towards my gut with a sadistic smile.

The world around me slowed down as I didn't react until the last second by stepping barely out of her kicking range. She missed her kick but didn't stop there, she launched kicks and punches at me while I dodged them by a hair.

There was nothing for me to learn from her, so I decided to end it early. Once she lifted her for a roundhouse kick, I stepped in once she extended it and caught her plump thigh. I then lifted it slightly, causing her to fall back, onto her butt.

The jaws of my classmates had all dropped as they could barely see my movement. Even the teacher was shocked as he could hardly keep his jaw up.

Complaints and excuses soon came bursting out from my classmates. It was all,

"She was going easy on her since she's so weak!" or,

"That was a fluke, that must've been a fluke!"

I just ignored their complaints as I stared down at the shocked Mia. She quickly collected herself once again and her face distorting into an ugly, angry expression. She lifted herself but felt something breathing on the back of her neck.

If she turned around she would've seen the image of a massive snake with giant rainbow wings, staring down at her, jaw opened with saliva dripping down.

She shuffled back off the ring, dirtying her dress before standing back up and returning to her arrogant smile. I could tell though… there was immense fear behind that smile.