#4

"Eh?" I couldn't help but confusingly exclaim.

School?! Me? Go to school? In which universe!?

"Yes! I need a spy on the inside. And where's the best position to spy on your enemy?"

Why do I have a feeling that this is a rhetorical question.

...

...

We awkwardly stared at each other for the next 5 minutes as I finally got the enlightenment...

...I was meant to respond to the question!!

"A school?" I said not sure of my answer.

"YES! I have a smart kid! Of course he's smart, after all he's my sperm in the flesh!!" Dammit dad! Why do you have to be so cringy all the time.

Yeeee... Goosebumps can be seen on the surface of my skin due to the Level of cringiness from one man.

"But the academy for the gifted called 'Cadux Nations Wide Academy' is being open to the world, and the best part is that it's being sponsored by our core enemies. Those puny cape crusaders" he said as he spat invisible venom.

"But the academy is meant to be opened on Wednesday... Not tomorrow which is Monday" I asked the core question which is bothering me up till this very moment. Such mystery.

"Wednesday is for the free issuant who wants to enter through the gate for free, while Monday is for the VIP students."

Oh! Now that's noice!

"So chop chop! We need to get you ready for morrow!"

.........

Oh! The blood! The torment!! The torture!!!

..... Damn you shopping-kun!!!

I'm currently underneath of about a hundred bags full of unnecessary items.

Seriously! What the fuck am I going to do with onions!? A steering wheel? A Crowbar? A six month old coupon bought off the hand of an old lady who wasn't willing to let go of her coupon without a fight. And many many other things that fall in the category of shitty items that isn't relevant for one's life.

"Haaa! Now let's get you a battle suit!"

A massive palm smacks my back in a patting motion which sends me tumbling to the ground in a pool of about one hundred shitty items.

"S-save.... Me!!"

.........

"I thought you said 'MY' battle suit" I couldn't help but utter a word of comfort to myself.

Right now I'm starring in the empty air with dead eyes as a cultivation-base-type of suit was placed before me.

"Let me give you a rundown of the suit's features.

I present to you, the last of it's kind... The Raven's suit."

What the fuck is the suit named after Trigon's daughter?

"First on the Raven's set is the shoes which is induced with a special alloy heavily inscribed on it's material giving it less resistance in air and it's unique ability of it being able to transfer all the momentum and burst of your strength directly to the ground without any resistance."

Oh! Now you have my attention!

I snatched the boots from his grasp to get a proper look.

From my view, it was just black coloured material with a trace if silver outline underneath the soles.

I wore it with haste. And to my surprise...

"It fits?" I could've sworn it looked smaller in my hands.

"That's why I said the raven's set a unique set" the man called Frederik said in a proud tone.

Recalling one of the shoes features, I wasn't able to withhold my curiosity as I lifted my right foot a few inches above the ground and smashed down.

"Wait!" Frederik yelled in horror as he realized what I was about to do... But a bit late.

*BAM!*

A crater appeared underneath my right foot as the entire shop was trembling from the shockwave.

"For the love of God could you not do that again" Frederik said with a weak smile as his hands were filled with glass plates from his shoulders down to his palms, while standing in a funny posture because of the plate attached to the top of his airborne right leg.

"Ah! Sorry" I couldn't help but scratch my cheek in shame. Like they said, curiosity kills the cat, only that in my case, it's quite understandable.

"Next on your battle gear is your cloak" he said as he carefully dropped all the plates before bringing out a stylish jacket. It was long with the front carved smartly open and it's long overflowing behind, giving off the vibes of an ancient xuia cultivator. It had blue and silver designs which seemed to be the inscriptions of the very special alloy.

It's behinds torso had the design of a cross which had blue outline round it's edges and on the lower region of the jacket's behind had the design of a dragons scales and tail.

It's kinda cool if you ask me.

"It's resistant to bullets, fireproof and that's not the best part yet!" He said before going radio silent on us.

.... Just get on with it already!! The suspense is not cool!!!!

"This jacket..." He said before going quiet again.

"What the fuck man!!" Muscle-Head and I yelled in unison.

"Hahaha... Sorry, bad habit, die hard"

...Is that how it's said?

"This jacket absorbs a good percentage of the force of most of the attacks. Plus it's weight is very light unlike your regular Dior or Gucci shirts" he said while dancing a bit for the last part... Which is totally unacceptable!

"Heck, it's more stylish than those pros and hoes they call brand" he said while grabbing his crotch area with his right hand, then twirling round a bit.

'... Why do you have to be so weird!?'

Was what I wanted to say, but it's not good to bite the finger that gives. So I just had to hold my emotions down for a bit.

He hands over the jacket to me. I dropped it to the side with the boots which were off me.

"Next is the trousers! Yoo! This is gonna be so slick!" He brings out a white colored plain pants.

Who the fuck says slick in this era!?

"Apart from being fireproof like the rest of your suit, it has a very unique ability..."

.... Urgh! This man and his suspense!!

He gulped in fright from receiving a cold glare from Muscle-Head.

"He- it has the special ability of cleaning itself"

".." I gave him a dry look.

... Like really? All the suspense only to hear a pants can wash it...self... Damn does that sound good!

"Oh! And the custom made shirt!" He said as he brought out a white sleeved shirt as it's sleeves were elbow length. It's front was carved smartly open same as the jacket.

"What does it do?" I couldn't help but ask him since it's part of this unique set, so it must at least do something like have an inbuilt air conditioner or a retractable jet pack or something cool!

"It's custom made. It's exactly your size"

"Eh?" Seems like something's wrong with my hearing.

"Let's see, it's white in color, and it's perfectly your size"

I smacked my forehead in frustration as I glared at this motherfucker!

I'm gonna shove this down his nose!

"Argh!!" I was about to rush him only to be intercepted by Muscle-Head who placed me on his shoulders, stopping me from rushing on this fucker.

"Let me at him!! Let me at him!!!"

.........

A sense of familiarity washed over me.

I am currently in a large room in paintings of silver and blue. My two favorite colors.

... My room.

"Welcome home son" I received a heavy pat on the back which sent me tumbling head first on the ground.

"What are you doing on the floor? Get up and stop playing will you!" I heard the grunt voice of my attacker as I couldn't help but roll my eyes in annoyance.

(To be continued)