Chapter 112: Shock.
Ichiro left the Principal's office, and his ears were still ringing.
The volume of his shouts almost made Ichiro's eardrums explode.
''It was only a joke, geez.'' Ichiro started walking in the corridors.
Since the starting ceremony has been completed.
It is time for the first class.
Shortly afterward, he arrived at the 1-C classroom.
There are four classes each year, and the Four Kings were separated into different classes.
*Knock*
Ichiro knocked on the door.
Shortly afterward, the door was opened by a grumpy-looking middle-aged man.
''Well, look who it is. Mister Comedian.'' The grumpy-looking middle-aged man said mockingly. His name is Marco, and he has been teaching in this school for 15 years, and he has seen many different clowns during his time here.
He doesn't care if his student is one of the Kings or an ordinary one. He will treat everyone the same, which means that he will treat everyone like sh*t.
Ichiro nodded, ''Kurogami Ichiro reporting!''
Marco snorted, ''Get inside, wise ass.''
Ichiro nodded and entered the class.
There were 30 seats, and all were filled with students, except the seat in front of the classroom.
Ichiro sat down on his seat while enduring the intense gazes of other students.
Marco scanned the whole class and shouted, ''First class! Self-Defense!"
Marco pointed towards Ichiro, ''Mister Comedian, what does Self-Defense mean?''
''Someone's act of defending himself or herself or his or her property.''
Marco nodded, ''Why are we teaching Self-Defense, if you may ask? Well, there is a thing called laws. You can't go and attack someone in the streets, so keep in mind, if you get attacked, then you can fight back.''
The first class went slowly; Marco taught what you can do and what you can't do if you are being attacked, etc.
*RING*
''First class is over. The second class will be in Martial Arts Club Building, and it will be Fighting Class, it will be together with 1-D class.'' Marco said and left the classroom.
Ichiro sighed and stood up to leave, but then the sound came behind him.
''I-Ichiro.'' He heard a shy voice.
Ichiro widened his eyes and turned his head quickly, he saw a beautiful and adorable-looking black-haired girl shyly standing.
''A-Azura? What are you doing here?'' Ichiro was shocked.
Azura rubbed her cheek, ''I-I asked for dad… He managed to get me in this school even though I don't have any Martial Arts experience.''
Ichiro was shocked and happy, ''I-I didn't see you.''
Azura chuckled, ''I was in the last row…''
Ichiro took a deep breath and calmed his rapid heartbeat, ''I see…''
They had awkward silence few moments, but then a sound came from the door.
''Ichiro, we have Fighting Class with you!'' Jordan shouted.
Wells and Nolan appeared next to him as well, but then they all gasped after seeing a beautiful black-haired girl.
''Azura, those three idiots are my new friends, Jordan, Nolan, and Wells.'' Ichiro introduced them all.
Azura nodded shyly.
''Who are three idiots?!'' Jordan angrily shouted; he entered the classroom and politely bowed, ''My name is Jordan.''
''Wells.'' Wells waved his hand.
''Nolan,'' Nolan nodded.
''Azura.'' Azura nodded with a smile.
''You three are in the same class?'' Ichiro asked.
Jordan nodded, ''Yup.''
''Let's leave these two lovebirds alone,'' Wells said and dragged Jordan away.
Azura blushed while Ichiro facepalmed.
Ichiro sat down on his seat while Azura sat down on the chair next to him.
''I heard your neighborhood had a drastic change.'' Ichiro started the conversation.
Azura nodded with a broad smile, ''It is a lot different.''
They talked for 10 minutes about things that had happened since their date, but then a bell ring was heard.
*DING*
''We will be late!'' Azura cried out.
''I guess so.'' Ichiro nonchalantly said.
Azura pouted and looked at him, ''Why don't you care? You must have got into trouble because of your 'speech.' ''
Ichiro chuckled and stood up, ''We have 5 minutes to reach the Hall; I guess we must hurry.''
Azura stood up and started walking in a hurry while Ichiro slowly followed behind her.
''Hurry up! Dummy!'' Azura said with a commanding tone.
Ichiro chuckled and followed behind her; 5 Minutes later, they reached the hall and saw two classes already gathered in front of two teachers.
Azura with embarrassment, walked towards the other students while Ichiro followed behind her.
''ICHIRO! YOU ARE LATE!'' Marco screeched.
''No, I am not.'' Ichiro pointed towards the clock.
He arrived 10 seconds before he was too late.
Marco gritted his teeth but stayed silent.
Ichiro stopped next to Azura and waited for the teachers to start the class.
''You wanted to be almost late because you don't like our teacher, how childish.'' Azura shook her head with a slight smile.
Ichiro shrugged, ''He has already painted me as his enemy; I guess he has an inferior complex.''
While the teachers started their class.
Ichiro leaned closer towards Azura's ear and asked, ''Why did you choose this school?''
Azura flinched after feeling his hot breath on her ear, ''I-I don't know anyone else on other schools.''
Ichiro nodded, ''So you joined because of me?''
Azura blushed, ''Y-Yes.''
Ichiro smiled and stood straight.
''CHOOSE YOUR PARTNER!'' Marco shouted.
''Wanna be my partner?'' Ichiro asked from Azura.
Azura shyly nodded.
They separated from the other students and went towards the place where a single wooden training dummy was.
Their class was quite simple, they went back to the basics.
It was regular training with a training dummy.
The two teachers circles around the hall, watching every student and will fix any mistakes they see.
''Ever done this before?'' Ichiro asked.
Azura shook her head; she was pretty nervous.
''It's simple,'' Ichiro said and went behind the training dummy and hold it tightly.
''Hit the chest of the training dummy.''
Azura nodded and went slightly closer to the training dummy.
Once she was close enough, she unleashed her sloppy-looking punch.
*Bam…*
A tiny sound of wood getting hit was heard.
Azura's punch was contacting the training dummy, but there was no sign of the training dummy getting broken.
Instead, Azura holds her fist tightly, ''Oww…''
''You alright?'' Ichiro said with worry.
Azura looked at her knuckles and saw it being redder than before, ''I-I am fine.''
Ichiro stopped holding the training dummy and looked at the fist; he nodded, ''It is nothing serious, but next time when you hit. Use your whole body, twist your waist, and unleash your punch. When your fist is about to contact with the training dummy, clench your fist tighter; the strength will increase, and it won't hurt as much.''
Azura nodded.
Ichiro held the training dummy again.
Azura did as Ichiro told her to do; she twisted her waist, used her entire body, and punched!
Once the fist was only an inch away from hitting, she clenched her fist.
*BAM*
The sound of wood getting smashed was much louder this time; a slight crack appeared on the training dummy.
''I did it!'' Azura cheerfully said.
Ichiro was shocked; he looked at the training dummy and was shocked to see a crack.
'S-She actually managed to do it?! That was the most basic version of Iron Smash… and she managed to do it first try?!'
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