The fight for pride and honor!

Desmond went to the front desk where the security of the training hall himself was the one to register and regulates the fight. The rank A security.

He was built like a tank with his flaming red hair and black eyes, alongside a scar on his left eye and eyebrows. He was perfect for intimidation and thus, perfect for this job.

"Name?" He didn't look up. He was glued to his tab.

"Desmond Shepheard."

"Year?"

"First year."

?!!!

His rapidly typing hands just suddenly stopped on their track.

"A first year? It's been so long since there was someone from the first year to challenge the Hell's Kitchen. You know the rules and regulations, right?" He asked in astonishment and admiration, not insult.

"Yes, I know. I'm here to train. I will train here no matter what."

"Bravo!!! Now that's a fire I haven't seen in a while. Oii, Raul, book a slot now. There is a tough first year who wants—who will train here tonight." He called out to a long well built boy, who was idling on the side.

The boy named Raul looked at Desmond.

??!!!

A look of surprise formed on his face but then his lips formed a sly smile.

"This one is truly a tough one. Looks like he was the one who beat up Dayne and his friends. Look at his White hair and Purple eyes." He winked at Desmond.

!!!

"Oh? This is going to be fun. Off you go, your name will be called once it's your time. Oh, and leave your dimensional ring here, you can collect once the fight is over." He pointed to the inside with a smile.

Desmond nodded his head and handed him his dimensional ring before proceeding to the inside.

"…Hey kid," He called out to Desmond.

Desmond looked back.

"Good luck. Show them the might of a first year."

Desmond chuckled and a smile blossomed on his face. It was a genuine smile.

He nodded his head and went on his way.

*****

It took another 20 minutes before he was called to the arena.

Normally, a fight would've been done simultaneously with the other fights but this time, just like the early fight of Barbadas, it was a single arena. All the other fights were suspended just for this one.

Rumors spread very fastly.

Rumors about a first-year beating three third year's spread like a wildfire and when they heard, the legend himself was fighting in the arena, the crowd went nuts.

They wanted to see the man themselves.

The disappointed crowd from early rejuvenated after hearing the rumors.

They grabbed their popcorns and plopped on the seats.

Like early, some people were around the ring.

Everyone was in a merry mood.

They were going to be entertained today. Then Barbadas, now the kid.

Arthur and the groups were astonished to hear about the rumor about Desmond beating three final years.

They hadn't heard anything about the supposed bullying and Desmond beating up them and saving the other students.

They even haven't seen the other nine students, who were being bullied by the seniors.

But things weren't as silent in the other two divisions. Rumors spread when they saw the injuries on the three students and with further questioning truth came to light.

They were all extremely surprised and even genuinely intrigued about the first-year kid.

None of them seem to think he wanted a beating, at least, the top dogs of the section C didn't think like that.

After all, most of the elites were in the other sections of the dorm, it was only natural that the students here are, on most part, good peoples.

So when they heard the boy is going to be fighting in the kitchen, they were thrilled.

Bets were made. Favoring the kid himself. It was done entirely for pure entertainment.

Even Arthur made bets on Desmond, of course secretly, earning a glare from Aurelia.

As an elite, she considers betting and gambling beneath her.

Ah, yes. The true essence of an elite.

The atmosphere inside the arena became crazy. And it was getting really hot too.

Soon enough large drum rolls started to play in the arena.

Dum~ Dum~ Dum~

Like a signal, the crowd went silent.

And coming from the ramp was Barbadas himself with a mic in his hand.

The crowd very excitedly welcomed him with large cheering.

He gestured them to slow it down. "Alright, we all heard about the legend of the first year. We all wanted to see him, right?" He circled the ring.

"And by the grace of the almighty, the legend himself showed up here. Yes, here. For a damn fight."

The crowd went crazy.

"He claims he is not here to 'try' to get a pass for the training hall." He paused. "He's here… For the TRAINING! And no matter what happens, he'll get to the training hall." The crowd roared.

"You know what that means…" He paused for suspense to build up. "He's here to violate Dayne once more."

The crowd cheered wildly.

"That's right, ladies and gentlemen. Our dear Dayne will be having his re-match against the first-year student, right here, right FUCKING NOW." The screaming from the crowd didn't stop.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this match will be a battle of pride and honor and without further ado, let's welcome our challenger.

DAYNE THOMAS!!!"

"DAYNE!!! DAYNE!!! DAYNE!!!" The crowd started to chant.

Even the rank-A hero was there to watch the fight.

Dayne Thomas made his way to the arena. Shirtless and barefoot, of course. As it is the custom of the Kitchen.

His injuries were healed. His teeth were regrown. He looked completely fine and full of vigor and rage.

Rage for the boy who humiliated him. Rage, that is going to be used to beat up the boy.

He was going to completely use it now. And it is legal. Nobody can stop this fight unless the opponent is knocked out or has suffered a lethal injury.

He wasn't going to kill him, he was going to humiliate him in front of these people. He is going to get back his pride.

"GRAAHHH." Dayne roared at the crowd.

Which was received well.

"SHUUUU!!!" Barbadas gestured again to calm it down.

"And now for our champion, who humiliated three third-year students on the very first day of the dorm itself.

THE MAN, THE LEGEND, THE MYTH HIMSELF. DESMOND SHEPHEARD!!!!"

Barbadas roared with full of excitement, like a true showman.

The entire arena exploded with pure excitement.

DESMOND!!! DESMOND!!! DESMOND!!! DESMOND!!! DESMOND!!!

The crowd erupted in chanting, perhaps even greater than the BARBADAS chant from before.

That was how crazy the arena was.

In the midst of the chanting and crazy excitement, through the ramp, he came.