Dark Gift

Raze's fingers were twitching slightly, and he was wondering if this was a situation where he would need to use his magic.

The uniform he recognized well because he had seen it before. These were the clothes of the Red Brigade, the ones that were disciples.

The young man in front of him looked to be the same age as Raze. He was one of the students who were training to enter the Pagna Academy on behalf of the clan.

"I knew you would be here," the kid said. "I remember seeing your white hair before. You're one of the kids that visited the clan base, from the temple, so I knew you would stop here. So are you ready to apologize for what you did?"

The disciple started to point at himself and showed his stained clothing. The red uniform was stained with an odd brown color that went from his chest down his legs.

"You want me to apologize because you sh*t yourself?" Raze asked. "Are you crazy?"