Fight

"I am going home!" Yelled Ai to Orion who was hiding his head in the cafeteria.

It would be your reaction too like Orion to hide if more than half of the people here are gazing at you instead of their food. It was all right when they first arrived here, they ordered some burgers and shakes to satiate their hunger.

But as time passed by slowly Orion observed that more and more people were beginning to double take on him. They were trying to be discreet but he can literally feel their eyes on him.

"Looks like news about you, called by Professor Ren, is making waves in the community."

Ai chuckled as she fished out a cap from her backpack and wore it on her head.

"It would be fine if it is only that, but here some of them are staring at me with more apparent hate in their eyes. Lol, they aren't even trying to hide the fact they are openly glaring."

Orion whispered annoyed. Tired, he put his head down in a sleeping position on the table.

"Oh, that would be your friendly neighborhood spi….magic users.

It's enough you can gaze at them back. "

Orion shook his head thinking it would be best to walk out now.

"I am going home," said Ai in a loud voice, attracting all attention to her. Orion jumped on the offer with a straight face and walked beside her to the outside.

He was speculating for some of the hostile ones to try to stop him, but in the presence of so many, they would not be able to use magic. Therefore given a chance he could take them down here in front of everyone, to at least give a message.

But sadly nothing like that happened, they all just viewed as he walked out. He was unsure as to why anyone didn't try to start the scuffle but was unaware of the fact that Ai was walking alongside him.

She was not unknown in the community. And by obviously walking with him she was making the statement that anyone ready for a scuffle should include her in it too. And her reputation was enough for those reckless ones to think at least one more time before jumping in.

Ai turned to Orion when they were outside,

"You go home. I am staying at the dorms tonight with my friends. "

and with that, she walked to the Girl's building. Orion watched as she disappeared into the crowd of students.

He turned back and was about to leave when he felt a tug on his shoulder. He turned back and what followed was a harsh punch to his stomach.

The punch was probably packing a ton of unrealistic force behind it, Orion just folded down as his lungs spasm for breath. He bends down holding his stomach and takes a few steps back.

The assaulter was a Guy with blond hair, and sickle ink on his neck. He was with three other guys who were backing him up.

Orion gasped for breath and tried to control his pain.

"Oh...He is Orion? Are you sure? He got beat in one punch , man!…...is he seriously?"

The guy began to laugh at Orion with his friends,

"And you were making such a big deal out of him? "

He walked to Orion, who at this time got his bearings back but still was breathing with his hands on his knees.

He placed his hand on his shoulder and turned to his friends and some other students who were beginning to gather to watch the drama unfolding on the campus.

"He is going to demand a public apology for his father's crimes today. You will..."

He was cut off in the middle of his speech, as Orion leaned back and gave a high kick to his stomach. The surprise attack caught off guard almost all of the people present including the Guy.

But as the kick was almost going to connect, he stopped it by hand almost effortlessly. He turned to Orion and gave him a disappointed look,

"Man you are not even worth using.....mana"

The last word was whispered by him, with enough force just to let him hear.

He yanked back the kick and pushed Orion several steps back.

"Come on dude, I am giving you a chance. Hit me if you can. "

Orion stumbled back and observed him. He was standing almost naturally, without any caution like he was sure I can't do anything to him.

"Look dude, I don't want to fight!" Orion tried to salvage the situation but at once with almost a flicker of speed, he appeared before him and punched him straight to the face.

It connected straight with his nose, breaking it. The blood leaked out, staining his lips red. Orion's eyes watered down due to a strong hit to his nose. He tried to breathe when another kick followed and hit him right in his gut.

The collective 'oh' and gasps from the audience were proof of how hard that kick was. Orion struggled to remain standing up and fell to his knees.

The guy was still strolling casually all the while swiping in his phone. There were several eyes in the group, which belonged to several groups.

It was the first public show of the rumored Orion Trudger and several agencies, hidden or not, wanted to witness what or who he actually was. Therefore even on the surface, it looked like a minor fight between teenagers, it was still watched by several.

In the abandoned suburbs, a live stream of a fight was going on while several people from MoJ were watching it with plain expressions.

The man with white hairs, sitting to the right of Bukko turned to all members and said,

"Does he look like a powerful and evil Conjurer? If he was, it would not have taken him a single second to demolish that minor spirit Conjurer(blond boy)."

The lady on the last seat tried to object,

"But his father…."

"For God's sake, what are you saying? Because his father was the strongest, this doesn't mean his son would be the same, Dammit.

Seriously, you guys are just pissed off, because he was too strong and now taking your petty revenge by bullying his son. If he was alive right..."

Suddenly the faces of men and women in the hall whited out, Bukko held his shoulder to calm him down and stop from speaking out further.

Asahi was standing further back silently but his hand was constantly on his phone redialing the number of Akiva.

He had given her responsibility but now she is missing from the scene and not picking her phone.

He knew this ought to happen sometime soon, because someone will surely tip these foolish children from the shadows, to make them test the water. But these croons couldn't wait for even one day.

That blond guy was not at fault. He was led like several others who were fed with bullshit by these croons, to make them do what they couldn't do in public. Lies, propaganda, cultism, lure, etc. All these things are used to make them do their bidding.

Not only MoJ but several other visions were fixed on this minor incident. The blond guy was currently mocking and torturing Orion fully to his fill.

He kicked him enough to make him coil into shrimp position.

"What the f*ck are you? Come on fight if you have guts. Use everything otherwise, you will be going to the hospital from here. "

The blond boy a.k.a Fred was pissed off. He was hurting him for so long but still, this man was adamant about not using his magic. He couldn't understand why he was not using it.

Is he afraid of commoners, how? They can easily manipulate them anytime they want. Then why?

He kicked again in his face this time, with blood splattering from his mouth as he turned over to another side on the floor.

Fine, if he doesn't want to use it then he will use 'his' and put an end to this show. He wanted to defeat him in magic, not by this mundane and dull fighting like petty thugs and low-life gangsters.

He pulled out his ring and wore it on his finger. Soon he could feel the energy accumulating in his body, this was his amplifying artifact which helped him to enhance his pretty low magic to high output.

Asahi was sweating buckets as he observed him wearing a ring in the live stream. He knew that he had his patience finished and was going to use magic. If not fatal then this would surely leave Orion with pretty serious injuries.

Orion had his consciousness fluttering due to bad pounding when suddenly he felt himself becoming sober once again. It was due to his ink on his chest, it was once again responding, heating like someone trying to use a minor spell on him.

This response made him sober from his dizziness, as he made himself stand again albeit he was struggling to remain standing. He looked at the blond guy and felt his head swell with anger.

He knew as he was told earlier that he would be at the lower end in physical strength, as conjurers have their bodies refined by magic but this is a big difference. He had only gotten beaten this bad once when he took five guys at the same time in a fight at his high school.

"Oh, you are up? Then this is the last warning. Use your skills otherwise, this is the end. "

He said while in front of several shocked eyes his hands began to glow in red energy. The vibrations were enough to tell Orion that he was using some serious mojo here even if he ignores obvious light.

His angered head suddenly cooled down. Oh sh*t, he thinks I am a magic-user. What should he do? He can't possibly expect him to stop even if he yelled out that 'he was normal' to him.