Chapter 4

*door being slammed*

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(Narrator P.O.V)

After entering through the door, John saw a tall turquoise-haired teen looking down upon the ground from the roof.

The taller male then turned to look at the individual who interrupted his thoughts.

"You're Zirian, right?" the outsider from Zirian's perspective asked.

"Yes, that's me. What do you want?" the current king inquired.

"I'm here for a rank match with you for your title," said the black-haired first-year.

"Right now on the roof?"

"No, of course not. We'll fight in the middle of the schoolyard after classes for everybody to see," John challenged.

"Sure, but don't get too cocky because I'll crush you" Zirian threatened while looking at him with an emotionless gaze before leaving.

"Oh, I'm sure you will," John taunted.

After Zirian left, John went to the edge of the roof and took a quick peek at the school.

'I've never been to a school roof before, It looks so cool.' he thought excitedly.

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(John's P.O.V)

It had been a few hours since I challenged Zirian.

I was sure to win since I was a high-tier and he was an elite-tier and my hand-to-hand fighting skills were much better than average.

I was in the courtyard waiting for him. There he is.

"You challenged me for my title, prepare to be crushed... um?"

"John, I'm John, remember that when I become your king," I taunted him.

He got angry but he didn't activate his ability, I continued," What? Are you scared of me? I never thought the king of New Bostin High was scared of a little first-year like me."

He got angrier, one more little insult. "What's wrong? You pussy, are you surrendering already?!" I shouted.

He activated his ability and I quickly sampled his leaking aura and copied his ability.

It was time to beat this kid into submission.

Zirian quickly created two crescent-shaped blades and sent them towards me at high speeds.

While they were fast, I could still dodge without much trouble.

I then created even bigger projectiles and threw them toward him at a much higher velocity, making them impossible to dodge for my opponent.

He received his own signature attack in the middle of the chest.

"Ack," he grunted.

He was bleeding, but not that bad.

This time, he created even bigger crescent blades, propelled them towards me and repeated his actions.

His attempt to overwhelm me was pathetic, had he not realized that my version of his ability was stronger than his.

Oh, he probably had and was most likely counting on me having a lower mastery of his ability to overcome me with his attacks.

But that won't work buddy.

I quickly ran around dodging any blade that came too close and hurled a few crescent- blades at him at the same time.

I had rather a good aim, considering they all hit their target.

The result of our little rank match was the few damaged walls of the building along with a bleeding and unconscious Zirian lying on the ground.

Lifting him up, due to the strength boost given after activating an ability.

(A/N: My theory is that activating abilities gives a strength boost which would explain Arlo, who doesn't have a strength based ability, casually holding up Isen without the latter being able to budge his arm.)

Now that I was king, turf wars training was incoming. And the safe house project will have a shot at being achieved.

After dropping Zirian in the infirmary, I left school quickly to go meet Claire and Adrion.

They were in Claire's house. Her mom asked me if my dad knew I was there, which he didn't. So I decided to kill two birds with one stone by dropping my bag there and letting my father know of my current location.

Going inside the house, I saw my dad writing something on his computer.

"Hey Dad, guess what?"

"What?"

"Stinks,"

"You maybe, *chuckles*. Seriously though, what happened?" He asked.

"I became king," I announced dramatically

"About time,*laughs*," he said

"What do you mean dad," I questioned.

"You have a powerful ability John, you becoming king isn't surprising. And while I'm happy for you, you should think about what you'll bring to the school as king."

"...,"

"*laughs again*, I lost you, didn't I? You should go find your friends, son and celebrate with them,"

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(Narrator P.O.V)

'You would be proud of him, honey,' William thought smiling inwardly.

'Where are you, Jane,' he reflected to himself before going back to work.

John left the house hurriedly and proceeded to Claire's place.

Her mother seemed to be cooking some rather scrumptious cookies when he had arrived earlier. They were most likely ready now.

He'd also announce the good news to them about him becoming the king