Conflict [1]

"You…are you Damien Void?"

When Damien turned around, the visage of a blonde-haired man with an upturned nose was revealed to him.

"That would be me. And you are?" Damien responded curiously. There wasn't any reason for people at the academy to know his name yet, so he had to wonder who the person in front of him was.

"Hmph. I am Julius Wellspring. Though, I guess that means nothing to a back alley street thug like you." Julius responded haughtily.

"Ah? My bad, I didn't hear you. Can you repeat that for me?" Damien responded.

"Hah, you're hard of hearing too? Really, I have to wonder how far nepotism can get y—"

Bang!

A fist swiftly connected with the right side of Julius' face. With a guttural cracking sound, his body was sent flying backwards. Damien stood where Julius was previously, shaking his fist.

"Tch. Who did I piss off this time?"