A bet made in haste!

Damian awoke to a familiar roof. It was the hospital wards roof. Damian ended up here so many times that the school nurse had cleared a separate room just for him in a quiet place overlooking the school.

except this time, he wasn't alone.

As Damian got out of bed, he noticed something...odd. The room seemed clearer to him, the colors stood out more and he could notice an almost astounding growth in his senses. "whoah" was all Damian could get out before he started to tilt to the side. as Damian fell, he heard a voice that seemed to come from himself, yet it wasn't. And then, he stopped.

Suspended in mid air, Damian could only stare wide eyed as the nurse walked into the room. The woman was aged yet still retained a natural elegance that suggested she was of noble birth, her long black hair had since withered into frail white hair. Her face appeared sunken yet without wrinkles and she was anything but happy. "Kid" she began "I've been here seven years and never have I seen anybody as suicidal as you!" her face contorted as she continued. "You're reckless, you know that? how many damn times have you been in this place?! Should I make a damn sign and say that this is you're own private room?!"

Throughout all this, Damian had his head lowered, which looked strange from his position in the air. He knew that she genuinely cared for him even when nobody else did and this was just her blowing off some steam. Exhausted from her rant, the nurse sunk into a nearby chair. "listen kid, I've got some bad news for you." She released her hold over Damian and handed a letter over to Damian who opened it slowly.

The letter read. "Dear Damian. It has come to our attention that you have been failing a core class in this academy. As you are aware, this academy prides itself on its ability to raise the most prestigious students and as such, cannot allow you to stay within this academy.

-Headmaster Cromwell"

Damian crumpled the letter and slammed his fist into a nearby wall.

The nurse seemed to understand something as she said "I'm sorry but there's nothing I can do..."

She stood up and walked out of the room, gently shutting the door behind her.

Damian dragged himself back to the bed and laid down.

"SO THAT'S IT THEN?!" A booming voice echoed in Damian's head. "YA JUST GONNA GIVE UP?!"

"Holy f*ck!"

Damian screamed as he fell out of the bed.

"Who or what are you!" Damian screamed.

"I'm glad you asked" replied the voice. "I am-"

"Is everything okay?!" the nurse shouted as she ran into the room.

"Yes nurse!" Damian shouted back in reply as he rushed past her and towards his room.

In his room, Damian sat on his bed and looked out his window into the courtyard as he began to speak.

"So who are you?" Damian asked again.

*ahem* "As I was saying, I am the noble Rubenvious Optralion Yirillian!"

"..."

"..."

"My friends call me Roy."

"Oh."

"So why are you in my head?" Damian asked.

"That's... a good question."

"You don't know!" Damian shouted in surprise.

"Well believe it or not, I'm not an expert in being f*cking Isekai'd!" Roy shouted in a snarky tone.

*sigh* "...so how do I get rid of you" Damian asked.

"Come on man~" Roy whined. "I'm just a soul wisp, If you get rid of me, i'll die!"

"Well my body isn't a bed and breakfast!" Damian snapped.

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

"It's open" Damian yelled as he turned his attention to the entrance.

What greeted him was a group of boys in red robes and cruel grins on their faces.

"Oh...sh*t" was all Damian could get out before the leader began to speak.

The leader was a tall man with short, red hair and green eyes, his nose seemed bent as if it had been broken multiple times. His arms were covered in scars that ran all the way up to his biceps.

"Listen!" Roy spoke hurriedly. "Once he starts his monologue, gather your mana in your leg then push off and kick him with your other leg, classic cut off the head of the snake move!"

"What the hell is mana?!" Damian hissed in his mind.

"Magical energy! It's all around us, I think the others call it Qi"

"I can't use Qi!" Damian pouted in his mind.

"Hey! are you even listening?" The red haired punk had obviously been talking but Damian was so preoccupied, he put up his hand and snapped "Not now!"

The now pissed off group of punks rushed at Damian.

"You imbecile!" Roy berated. "You need to-"

"Turn your foot forty five degrees and kick out!"

Damian instinctively complied and managed to kick the leader out the window and into the courtyard.

However Roy's instructions didn't end their, and neither did Damian.

Under Roy's orders, Damian picked up a nearby book and slammed it across the face of one of the goons. Then, he spun around and threw the book out the window and hit the leader in the face as he tried to get up. The remaining two goons had snapped out of their surprise and helped up their friend before all three charged at Damian. Damian just smirked and jumped to the side as all three of the goons missed Damian and punched their leader who was trying to sneak up on Damian. Damian used the chaos to rip off one of the legs of his bed and slam it across the head of one of the goons, then he grabbed the head of the remaining two goons and smashed them together.

"... You didn't have to hit them that hard" Roy mumbled.

"Well it made me feel better" Damian retorted.

"urgh..." The leader looked up with a smirk on his face. "You're screwed now twerp! nobodies gonna cover for a kid who just got expelled!"

"Quick! head to Cromwell's office!" Roy shouted.

"Damian didn't ask any questions as he turned and bolted towards the central building.

The headmasters office was always clean. The headmaster hated dust and dirt and spent most of his time studying the cracks of the room to make sure no dust had settled in. The headmaster was finally able to sit down after 3 hours of cleaning. However, just as his butt hit the couch, A dirt riddled student burst into the room panting heavily.

"Sir!" Damian shouted. "We need to talk"

*sigh* "Do you realise how much time I spent dusting that rug Mr Damian?"

Embarassed Damian could only stutter out an apology.

"S-Sorry headmaster..."

"given your circumstances, I'll let it slide." The headmaster waved his hand and the doors shut behind him. he then got up and poured himself a cup of tea before sitting in his work chair and facing Damian.

"I assume you're here about the letter, correct?"

In truth, Damian only came here because nobody would dare start a fight in the headmasters office unless they wanted to lose their legs. But just as he was about to turn to walk out, an idea struck him.

"Sir, you're a gambling man, aren't you?"

The headmaster raised his eyebrow. He was but thought that he had hidden it well.

"I am."

Damian sighed inwardly. That was a total guess!

"Then make a bet with me! In two weeks time, If I can make top ten in the school wide rankings, you'll rescind my expulsion!"

The headmaster opened his mouth to refute before stopping himself. "what makes you think you can accomplish this? according to your records, you are quite outstanding in almost every field. however, strength is the only deciding factor in this world! to lack the power to make a change is simply shameful. So why should I take you up on this 'bet' of yours?"

"Because I have a way to boost my training!" Damian replied resolutely.

"..." The headmaster started at Damian for what seemed like an eternity before turning back to his desk and taking a sip of his tea. "You have two weeks. no more. no less."

"Thank you headmaster!" Damian said in elation before bowing and spinning on his heels.

Once Damian had left, the headmaster got up and slowly walked to the window.

As he gazed at the setting sun, he whispered "You son takes after you. reckless, arrogant and a hopeless liar. but maybe he can carry on your legacy..."