My Gluttony System: I Devour God-Tier Talents-Chapter 52: Power meets Ethics

Crackling sounds cleaved through the air. Bones meeting bones. Flesh clinging on flesh.The fist of the third year combatants invoking a sense of awe on all who witnessed. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Swoosh

Both physiques tore apart, each to opposing sides.A blue and indomitable aura clung greedily on the pulsing tattoos of the Virotan named Rigby.

On the other end of the arena. The messy looking Batuzah Ronan grinned. Canines, sharper than daggers. Fist embroiled in a crimson sizzling film of energy.

"You can do better than that Rig" Ronan’s coarse and inciting voice echoed in the space.

"Let’s see!" Rigby’s fading voice was lost to a high pitch boom. The earth underneath his steps caving slightly. His body moved in a flash of blue light that traced the space towards Ronan.

"Have at it" Ronan roared. Hands opening up while he entered a sumo stance. The crimson film on his fist flaring up. Twisting, turning, churning before it completely swallowed him up forming the maws of a wild grotesque beast.

The beast-like apparition of energy shot forward menacingly. Intercepting the blue light.

Boom

The impact resulted in a bright twinkle and an explosion of energy, heat and pressure. Powerful enough to disrupt the translucent barrier around the battle pit leaving faint stretching cracks along the barrier edges.

A confrontation that barely took a minute had left the duo of Kyrie and Milo with mouths open. Hearts racing in excitement and eyes yearning for more.

The last time he was this amazed was when he entered Teknologia for the first time and he would think, nothing could surpass that.

Snap out of it! Kyrie’s internal voice came to life, bringing a slow but eventual dullness to his glowing eyes.

With his mouth closed. His awe-stricken face returned to normal as Kyrie nudged Milo.

"Remember we have another class"

"Huh" Milo snapped out of the awe, turning to Kyrie.

"You’re right mate." Nodding slightly. His eyes left the battle pit. He saw several other students entering the arena. Attracted by the training spar of the third year students.

"They must have ended the class early because of this." Milo deducted.

"Wouldn’t blame them" Kyrie confirmed. His voice muffling under the pressure of the arena.

It seemed the third year students weren’t done and a new pair entered the sparring pit.

This combatants didn’t mind the attention that was slowly building. The tiered seats of the semi-circular arena filling up slowly.

The sounds of battle attracting more bodies like a tide pulled towards the moon.

Kyrie noticed this. Looking towards Milo who eyes were now fixated on the new combatants.

He pulled the boy’s hand. "Time to go"

"Give me a Min–" Milo’s protest falling on deaf ears as Kyrie pulled him out the exit.The next destination was weapon training class.

They walked shoulder to shoulder. Kyrie on the left and Milo on the right. Suddenly a growling sound would be heard.

With an eyebrow raised, Kyrie looked to Milo. " Was that you?"

"Ha..hahaha" A nervous Milo laughed. "I think I was given a laxative in my dreams"

"So that wasn’t because you’re hungry?" Kyrie asked inquisitively.

"Definitely not" Milo answered sharply. Gesturing on his stomach like he was filled but a little pressed.

Why is he lying? Kyrie read Milo like a book. His eyes gave him away. He could tell something was amiss with the boy but opted not to dig deeper for now.

"Alright then. We can grab lunch after class anyways"

Milo nodded with a smile. "Yeah, well... my stomach’s staging a rebellion, mate. Off-loading is mandatory"

They only walked a few minutes before arriving at Arena 5. Kyrie entered while Milo stayed outside. He was druid so this didn’t really concern him. If the instructor was in there then he would bid Kyrie farewell for now.

Kyrie entered and it would have been another disappointment if the Arena wasn’t spectacular.

Unlike the previous area. This was smaller and more controlled. There was hundreds of weapons stacked on each side of the room.

The small armory ranged from swords, spears, shields, lances,hammers and even bows. The decorations were simple with just gas lamps and marbled floors that glowed under those lamps.

Kyrie’s crimson eyes swept through the room but there was no one there. It would have been great to just yell if anyone was in there but experience from a lifetime of movies advised otherwise.

He also wanted to know what Milo was hiding. What better way than to have him as his handbag.

Inspecting a little more. He walked out to meet Milo. " No one’s in there."

Milo wasn’t surprised. Immediately they’d entered the vicinity of arena 5. The number of students they saw reduced faster than shadows shrinking under light.

"Guess no dread training for you today" Kyrie nodded. "Seems like it"

"So the cafeteria?" Milo asked.

I thought you weren’t hungry? Kyrie thought. His slitted eyes narrowed.

"Sure, I think I need some food. Those third years’ wiped me up." He joked.

—-

Emerging from a shuffling corridor.The duo were still a little far from their destination when they noticed a group of first year students with tattoos entering a classroom.

"Hmm" Milo grunted. They had only been to a single class today and it didn’t include Virotans.

"Let’s see," he said. Pacing ahead of Kyrie as they appeared in front of shuffling doors.

Immediately they crossed the threshold, clicking sounds of gears came from the other side while the door slid, opening up to a room that reminded Kyrie of a courtroom.

This was the philosophy/ debate class. Definitely smaller than the auditorium.Its walls were layered with strict mahogany wood.

The hall was well spaced with a central pulpit for two individuals at the front and desks arranged in rolls from the pulpit to the entrance.

> Kyrie and Milo were early. They obviously didn’t have a choice in it. Kyrie was about to leave before anyone saw when a soft voice came.

"Come on in, it’s a free credit" Claire’s melodic voice came. Her red hair glistened in the bright room. Curiosity just killed their cat. Kyrie sighed, turning around while Milo’s eyes were popping love bullets. He didn’t need to be invited twice.

While they sat close to the massive windows. Kyrie took in the ambience. The air was soft on the nose. The murmurings of the maybe forty plus students weren’t so annoying. It was a bit peaceful but food would definitely have been better.

Milo settled in. His eyes still follow the red-haired Claire. Kyrie, still irritated, snapped at Milo’s temples.

"Ouch"

"Don’t stare, you idiot." His lips curled into a smile. " Keep them chasing"

Milo rubbed at his temple as his stomach growled again.

A door at the front opened. Principal Rosalyn Avery entered, wearing formal Academy robes. Beside her walked an older man with graying hair and a weathered smile—Instructor Allen.

The room fell silent. Claire, who was preparing things, quickly moved to her seat.

Rosalyn’s gaze swept across the room, lingering briefly on Kyrie. Something condescending and cold in her eyes.

"Settle down," she said. A smile appeared on her lips.

Allen stepped forward. "Welcome to Ethics and Philosophy. This is a single-session introductory course. Miss it, and you must re-register. Today’s topic is, Do psions have the right to act however they please?"

Murmurs tore through the already unsettled room.

"This is a debate," Allen continued. "Present your arguments. Defend them. Listen to opposing views. There are no correct answers— only beliefs and consequences "

"Shall we begin?" Rosalyn’s lips curved while her eyes reflected Kyrie’s.