Supreme Hunter of Beautiful Souls-Chapter 80: First Admission Problems.
Kael advanced with calm steps, still holding the letter with the strange seal, while the crowd around Azalith seemed to scatter towards the enormous building. Despite it being his first time at the Academy, he knew exactly where to go. The letter in his hands and the simple instructions left him at ease, although the chaos around him was the opposite.
"Let's see." Kael murmured to himself, staring intently at the contents of the letter that mentioned a teacher named Erika. 'Erika... I'll remember that name.'
He passed through the crowd with ease, simply ignoring those who were standing still and the lines, taking note of what was happening around him. The academy was immense, and people seemed to gather in one single location.
'Considering the crowd, I guess that's where everyone is headed.'
Kael moved past the group of people gathered around the walls reading information, not bothering to pay them any attention. He headed straight for the immense building ahead, where many seemed to be registering. The sight of a long line and a single entrance guarded by a knight in silver armor quickly became irrelevant to Kael.
'To hell with the line.' He thought, while observing the crowd without much care for being discreet.
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With a carefree movement, Kael headed straight for the entrance, ignoring what seemed like an endless wait for candidates, aspirants, and onlookers. Time passed as he crossed the area, and the looks of disdain and hatred from the other young people became more evident as he advanced, but Kael didn't care. He ignored everything with the same ease as he would face an enemy's sword.
But as always, there was someone with a wounded ego eager to prove themselves.
"Hey, you piece of shit, everyone's in line, get in before I smash your face!" One of the young men shouted, seemingly indignant with Kael's attitude, as if speaking for the entire crowd around him.
Kael did nothing but keep walking, his gaze unwavering. 'I should've expected this.' He thought. As simple as ignoring someone was for Kael, there were always the show-offs who needed to prove themselves to others.
It didn't take long for the boy who had shouted to break away from his spot in line, and with heavy steps, he tried to reach Kael from behind. He was using mana in his fist, something that would impress anyone with his skill, given his young age. But Kael was not interested in his display.
When the mana-infused punch was launched at Kael's head, he simply disappeared.
The young man was surprised and stumbled forward, not understanding what had happened, and it was then that Kael appeared behind him, his presence cold and unrelenting.
"Being a coward like this must be very fun for inferior beings like you." Kael's voice echoed with icy calm, and he remained behind the boy. "How about you kneel and apologize?" Kael asked, his tone clear as night.
The young man, still stunned by Kael's speed and coldness, tried to react with anger, quickly turning to attack again. But Kael didn't move. The punch came once more, intending to crush, but this time, Kael was not worried at all.
With a muffled sound, he stopped the attack with one hand. The young man's expression twisted with frustration, while Kael, with an indifferent smile, easily held his fist.
"Look, I understand your fury, but how about you... kneel." Kael said, his voice low and firm, as he began to squeeze the boy's fist with enough force to feel the bones compressing. The young man tried to resist, but couldn't. The pain and pressure were unbearable.
"You don't want me to break your hand, do you?" Kael finished, smiling almost boredly as he watched the young man's desperate attempts to break free.
The boy, still trembling with rage, tried to pull his hand free. His muscles tensed, and with a desperate effort, he tried to yank his hand back. But it was useless. Kael, with his calm demeanor, simply tightened his grip further, as if it were the move of a chess piece.
The sound of bones starting to crack echoed in the air, and the boy's scream cut through the tension of the atmosphere like a sharp blade.
"AHHHH!" The young man screamed, the pain unbearable. He tried to pull away, but Kael didn't give him any space. The clenched fist, crushing the bones of his hand, felt like a death sentence with each passing second.
Kael remained calm, in no rush to end the situation, simply observing with an empty smile as the boy struggled against the growing pain.
"Well... I warned you." Kael said in a cold tone, without an ounce of remorse. He squeezed tighter, the overwhelming pressure finally breaking the boy's hand bones, causing another scream, this one more intense, more desperate. "AAAAH! STOP! PLEASE, STOP! LET ME GO!"
But Kael didn't stop. He pressed until he heard the final sound, a muffled crack, and the boy's hand was completely destroyed, the bones fractured in several places. The young man collapsed to his knees, his body shaking, and tears began to streak down his face.
Kael looked at the boy collapsed on the floor, his hand ruined, and showed not the slightest hint of emotion. He released the boy's fist with an indifferent gesture, and the dry sound of the boy's body hitting the ground was the only echo in the silent space.
"I'm sorry. I warned you." Kael said, his voice without any remorse. He slowly turned around, his eyes now fixed on the guard, who had been silently observing the scene with an impassive expression.
"I was hoping someone would stop me." Kael spoke in a sharp tone, as if it were a simple remark, but the knight, without hesitation, bowed.
"I don't have that right, Your Majesty." The knight said, his voice respectful and submissive.
The murmurs around grew like a wave, the curious and impressed looks of everyone present were fixed on Kael. He, however, remained impassive, paying no attention to the expressions of fear or envy.
"Ah, looks like I won't need to show my letter." Kael said, his tone becoming slightly sarcastic as he calmly pulled out the letter from the Witch Queen. The image of the seal glowed in his hand, a symbol of his lineage and power.
Kael extended the letter towards the guard, who glanced at it briefly before bowing again, with a reverence that indicated total respect.
"Welcome, Prince of Witches. Kael Scarlet." The knight spoke with reverence, his voice full of respect. "You may proceed." He made a broad gesture, opening the portal to the academy's entrance, without further questioning.
'I can get used to this.' Kael thought, feeling the adrenaline from the scene fade as he walked away. The weight of his name, his lineage, was no longer new to him. He now had what he wanted: power. And that would make him dominate anyone who stood in his way.
