I am Nickyle Orland, son of Napoleon Orland

It was already late into the morning.

Class was scheduled to begin at nine, but since no male students showed their faces, Parkinson had no choice but to postpone it. 

Apparently, down to breakfast was somewhat controlled by the first ranked student. If he did not eat, the lower ranks could not.

Around eight, Andrew came to the door of Anon's quarters, but even after knocking for a while, there was no response.

With no other choice, since the two seemed close, he approached Seth's room.

However, Seth, who was yet to exit his room, did not answer the door.

It was clear he was awake at that, as he had the gall to order Andrew to leave.

Minutes to nine, Seth left his room, only to see Andrew sitting against Anon's door.

Sighing, he approached dorm room one. Knocking on the door, soon after, Anon opened it and realized what was wrong.

It left Andrew flabbergasted; wasn't he knocking on the door for almost an hour?

Was there a special rhythm to knocking that would earn Anon's attention?

When they reached the cafeteria, Nickyle greeted them, visibly displeased.

But he suppressed any anger he held towards Anon, and funnily enough, it just so happened that the first class would have the stellar fighters spar against each other.

Obviously, Nickyle had his own plans, so as to teach Anon a lesson. 

But, as the saying went, man proposes, and God disposes.

The hall of combat had a wide variety of rooms.

As in, there was the normal white room that could be used for simple hand to hand combat or meditation.

There were rooms where gravity could be actively altered, though these rooms were limited for stellar fighters alone.

And there were rooms that utilized technology from other civilizations.

Within these rooms, a setting could be chosen, and the interior could be modified in accordance to one's desire.

For example, It was minutes past ten right now and there was a sun high in the sky.

It was an illusion.

Anon, Andrew, Catharina, Melissa, and the two instructors were situated atop the edge of a small mountain.

They intently observed Nickyle and Seth in the open field ten or so meters below them.

The two stellar geniuses stood opposite each other, about to exchange in combat under the instructions of the instructors.

It was very much expected that as high school students, the six would not be vastly experienced in martial arts and the basics of fighting, especially Anon, Andrew, and Melissa.

After all, even though he defeated some school bullies, now that they knew he was a stellar fighter, it was natural that he could defeat four normal humans.

As three low-class citizens, where would they learn the art of combat?

On the other hand, Seth, Nickyle, and Catharina, though they were children of great families, and would've had their own masters and teachers tasked with instilling in them the way of combat, they were in no way expected to be masters of martial arts.

Whilst the instructors planned to teach the two unawaken geniuses combat from the basics go up, they needed to get a gauge of the capabilities of these stellar geniuses.

"Are you really the young master of a great family?" Seth gazed into Nickyle's eyes.

There were traces of doubt in these eyes as Nickyle looked back without fear and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Are you lacking or something?!"

"I am Nickyle Orland, son of Napoleon Orland, walker to an Other world, lord of the Orland great family, an Otherworldly Knight!"

"Mm." Seth nodded his head before tilting it, "So, tell me, son of Napoleon, why are you so weak?"

"Y-You dare!" Nickyle exclaimed in wrath, wide-eyed.

"You dare refer to father by name?!"

Enraged, Nickyle's face turned beet red.

Towards this Seth, son of Constantin, he hadn't really bothered much.

Besides some interest in his reasoning behind transferring to a school in another district, he didn't view him with importance.

When learning he was also a stellar fighter, he grew slightly more interested, but that's it.

Compared to these geniuses, his focus was on the children of those greater families in the Core district.

But right now, he desired nothing more than to rip him to shreds.

Yet, if anger controlled him, he'd be no different than a wasted talent.

'He's trying to push me over the edge?' He thought, coldly smiling.

Separating the two was twenty or so meters.

Such a distance, for stellar fighters, was nothing much, and could be crossed in the blink of an eye.

Worst of all, Nickyle's principle made this distance even less important.

Principles were related to differing concepts, like Seth's third principle which was blood related.

There were water and fire related principles, and even concepts like strength and toughness.

For the Orland family's young master, he had a speed-related principle.

One activating it, Anon's principle skyrocketed all of his physical and even mental capabilities. On the other hand, just imagine the points added to all of Anon's stats poured into speed.

Obviously, there were small things like the strength of one's spirit, and how much of a principle's power, one can extract, still, focused on speed to such a degree, one could imagine how fast Nickyle was.

It was to such a degree that when he stepped forward, it was akin to the distance that separated him and Seth was forcefully folded.

As if, with every inch that his foot stretched forward, the distance was continuously folding, as when his stretched-out foot touched the ground, he was already standing shoulder to shoulder with Seth.

By the time Seth even realized what was taking place, Nickyle rammed an elbow straight into his ribcage.

The impact, fueled by the momentum of someone that was moving at an incomprehensible speed, sent a mind-numbing crunching sound into the surroundings.

Seth had just turned to Nickyle, but he could not react to the boy's attack, causing him to cough up a mouthful of blood that landed on Nickyle's shoulder, neck, and the side of his face. 

But he did not care, chuckling aloud as Seth was sent hurling dozens of meters away at breakneck speed.

And yet, before his body could make contact with the ground some thirty plus meters away, Nickyle was already standing in his path, patiently awaiting Seth's arrival.

"Weak?"

Nickyle's voice resounded out.

Simultaneously, he launched a kick towards the incoming body.

Another loud crunching sound, of bone fracturing under immense force, embarked on a journey to reach even the farthest pair of ears away.

The sound traveled into the distance as Seth's body was lifted into the air as his shoulder bone had borne the brunt of Nickyle's last attack.

Two mouthfuls worth of blood rushed up his throat with such momentum that he couldn't stop himself from coughing whilst his body lifted into the air.

His climax was right around the seven meter mark in the air, before he begun his descent. But Nickyle wasn't going to let him go.

Indeed, he was yet to see Seth's principle, but it wasn't his fault that he was simply too strong, too fast.

Once one more of his attacks landed, Seth was bound to see defeat.

"I believe, you're the only weak one here."

Right as Seth's body reached its highest point, in that moment before it began its descent, Nickyle appeared, already striking out.

Just then, Seth's eye lids trembled.

Opening wide, his crimson orbs shone with a bloody light.

Though his set of teeth were stained with blood, he did not seem to have any qualms about them, grinning broadly.

"Let me see you dodge this."

Although Seth mumbled these words, he had already acted.

Nickyle moved quickly, very quickly in fact, so much so, the instance Seth had coughed up a mouthful of blood, Nickyle was already before him, striking out.

Mid-air, there was no footing for Nickyle to move.

Although his movements were described with the use of the term space, it was but a metaphor.

His speed related principle still needed to be on land, his foot needed to press down on earth to move.

It was like the mountain crushing dog emperor Anon had once spoke of.

Get it into the air, and victory was all but assured.

The same concept applied here.

Still in the vicinity, the two mouthfuls of blood that Seth coughed up suddenly underwent a strange transformation.

But another transformation was taking place, with a third mouthful of blood.

Previously, Seth had coughed up blood due to Nickyle's first strike. Said blood, some of it had contacted Nickyle's shoulder, neck, and even the side of his face.

At that time, he had dug his elbow into Seth's ribcage, and though he was to his side, in the last minute, in apparent shock, Seth turned to Nickyle.

Due to this, he had coughed up blood that went on to make contact with Nickyle. But such an action, it wasn't intentional... right?