Rage and Past vision

The air felt heavy as I stood there, my fists clenched at my sides, staring down at Roger. My heart was still pounding from the adrenaline that surged through me moments ago when I had grabbed him by the collar.

Now, as I released him, I turned to walk away, wanting to leave it all behind. It wasn't worth it. None of it was. But deep down, I could feel something brewing, a storm of emotions that I didn't understand.

I wasn't one to pick fights. I wasn't one to cause trouble. All I wanted was to train, to grow stronger. Yet here I was, letting my emotions get the better of me.

For a moment, I thought it was over, that Roger would retreat after the warning I had just given him.

But then, I heard his sneering voice again.

Running away, orphan he spat, venom lacing his words. Just like your whore mother."

I froze. My blood went cold, and the world seemed to stop for a brief moment. He hadn't learned. He didn't understand. Slowly, I turned my head back toward him, the air around me growing tense. Roger smirked, his eyes gleaming with arrogance. Yeah, that's right,he continued, his voice dripping with malice. You're nothing. Your mother was nothing. And soon enough, everyone will know just how much of a coward you are.

Something snapped inside me. I could hear my own heartbeat in my ears, louder and louder, as my vision blurred with rage. Then, as if piercing through the haze, I heard her voice again the voice of the woman I barely remembered, yet knew so deeply.

My son, I'm so sorry... but I must leave you now. Your father will protect you.

Her words echoed in my mind, and with them came a wave of sorrow, loss, and something else something darker.

My hands trembled, not with fear, but with barely contained anger. My chest tightened, and I felt an overwhelming surge of power within me, as if every ounce of strength and training I had done up to this point was fueling my fury.

Roger's smirk never faded. His arrogance was palpable, but he didn't understand the danger he had put himself in. His friends behind him laughed, mocking me, but their voices only fueled the fire raging inside me.

Shut up, I muttered, barely recognizing my own voice. It was cold, trembling with the weight of something darker than anything I had ever felt before. I took a step forward, my fists tightening. My vision tunneled, focusing solely on Roger and the words he had thrown at me.

Shut up! I shouted this time, my voice echoing across the canteen, causing a few heads to turn. But it didn't matter. Nothing mattered but Roger and the blinding rage that consumed me.

Without thinking, without hesitation, I lunged at him. My body moved on its own, guided by my training and the raw emotion that coursed through me.

I barely felt the ground beneath my feet as I closed the distance between us in a heartbeat. My fist collided with his face before he could react, sending him sprawling to the ground.

Roger's friends scrambled back, shock and fear spreading across their faces, but it was too late for them to run. They were part of this. They had laughed at me. They had mocked me. And now, they would pay.

My fists flew faster than I thought possible, striking them with the precision and power I had honed through countless hours of training.

Celestial Body Arts. Vajrastava. Core Mana Breathing. Everything I had learned was now a weapon, and I was using it without restraint, without care for the consequences.

The canteen erupted into chaos as students backed away, some of them screaming, others too afraid to move. I could feel their eyes on me, but it didn't matter. I wasn't thinking about them. I wasn't thinking about anything but the anger and pain that consumed me.

With each punch, each strike, I felt the weight of my emotions lifting, replaced by something primal, something unstoppable.

Mana surged through my veins, amplifying every movement. My fists cracked against bone, and the dull thuds of bodies hitting the floor filled the room.

But it wasn't enough.

Roger was on the ground, groaning in pain, but I didn't care. He wasn't finished. None of them were. I loomed over him, my vision still hazy with anger, as I grabbed him by the collar again. His face was swollen and bruised, blood trickling from his nose, but I couldn't stop. I wouldn't stop.

You... should have kept your mouth shut,I growled through clenched teeth, lifting him off the ground with ease. His eyes widened in fear, and for the first time, I saw it—the realization that he had pushed me too far. But it was too late for him.

I raised my fist, ready to deliver the final blow. The room was deathly quiet now, everyone watching, waiting.

My heart pounded in my chest, and the world seemed to slow down. My fist hovered in the air, trembling with the force of the rage that threatened to consume me entirely.

But then, I felt a hand on my shoulder.

Stop.The voice was calm, steady, cutting through the fog of my anger like a knife. I turned my head slightly and saw Teacher Joseph standing behind me, his eyes filled with a quiet authority that demanded obedience.

But I couldn't stop. Not yet.

He insulted her, I muttered, my voice cracking. He insulted my mother.

Joseph's grip on my shoulder tightened, and with it came a wave of energy, a release of mana so powerful that I felt it seep into me, calming the storm that raged within.

My vision cleared, and the raw emotion that had driven me moments ago began to ebb away, leaving behind a deep sense of exhaustion.

You've made your point, Austin, Joseph said softly. "Let him go."

For a moment, I hesitated, still holding Roger by the collar. The anger, the pain, it was still there, just beneath the surface. But as I looked into Joseph's eyes, I saw something that I hadn't expected understanding. He knew. He understood. And somehow, that was enough.

Slowly, reluctantly, I released Roger, letting him collapse onto the floor. His friends were already scrambling to their feet, dragging him away as fast as they could. The canteen was silent now, everyone too afraid to say anything, too shocked by what they had just witnessed.

Joseph watched them go before turning his gaze back to me. His expression was unreadable, but there was a heaviness in his eyes that made my chest tighten.

Come with me,he said quietly, and without another word, I followed him out of the canteen, leaving behind the chaos and confusion I had caused.

After Joseph stepped in and pulled me away from Roger, I felt the full weight of what had just happened. My heart was still pounding in my chest, and my hands trembled from the intensity of my emotions. The bloodied faces of Roger and his friends flashed in my mind. I hadn't meant for things to go that far, but the rage had consumed me.

Joseph walked me out of the canteen, guiding me to an empty room in the orphanage. He didn't say anything at first, just stood there, arms crossed, watching me closely. I could tell by the look on his face that he was disappointed but not surprised.

After a few moments of silence, I couldn't take it anymore. I'm sorry, I said, my voice barely more than a whisper. I glanced up at him, expecting harsh words or some form of punishment. But instead, Joseph just sighed, his expression softening a little.

Joseph:

You lost control, Austin,he said. And I understand why. But hitting a noble's heir... That can have serious consequences. This isn't just about the fight. You have to understand, you're walking a dangerous line now.

I clenched my fists, struggling to find the right words. I... I didn't mean for it to go that far. But when Roger insulted my mother, I... I remembered things, things I didn't even know I had forgotten.

I swallowed hard, trying to keep my emotions in check. It was like a flood of memories came rushing back. I could hear her voice, Sir Joseph,It felt so real, and I couldn't stop myself.

Joseph's eyes widened slightly. He wasn't expecting that. Memories from past? He suddenly get closed tonme and grabbed me from shoulder

What exactly did you remember.

I was socked with Joseph behaviour, why is he behaving like that,

Joseph:

Oh I am sorry for my behaviour, what did you remember,?

I... I'm not sure,I admitted. Just flashes. A voice, her voice. She said she was sorry and that my father would protect me. But I don't even know if that's real or just... I don't know, some delusion. I'm so confused.

Joseph frowned, his gaze narrowing as he considered my words.

Joseph:

You're dealing with something that you can't control, Austin imotion are both good and bad for people, good memories and bad memories are part of our life,your emotions your past are tied .

But you need to control it. If you let your emotions drive your actions, especially against nobles, you're going to put yourself in serious danger.

I

He paused, his tone softening. I'll help you this time. Roger's father is influential, but I have my own connections. I'll make sure this doesn't escalate. But Austin, you can't let this happen again. You have to keep your emotions in check. Or next time, I might not be able to protect you.

I looked up at him, confused. Why are you helping me, sir Joseph Why stick your neck out for me like this?

He gave me a long, searching look, and then something flickered in his eyes something almost like hesitation.

Joseph:

You don't remember, but I found you years ago, he said quietly. You were just a boy, alone in the forest. I brought you here to Rosford Orphanage because you had no memories, no name, nothing. I've looked after you since then because... I don't know why, Austin. Maybe because I saw something in you. Or maybe because I felt responsible for you in some way.

Joseph turned his gaze away, his expression unreadable. "But there's more to this that like your name Austin, When you don't know anything about yourseIf where that name Austin came from.

But can't tell you right now. You'll need to grow stronger, understand yourself better. Until you reach at least Rank D, you won't be ready for the answers you seek."

His words left me in shock. All these weeks, I had thought of myself as a person who got reincarnated into another world . But Joseph had been keeping secrets, things about me that I had never known.

A mix of gratitude and frustration welled up inside me. I wanted to push him for more answers, but I could tell from the look on his face that he wasn't going to give them to me yet.

I will get stronger,I said, determination filling my voice.

I will reach Rank D and beyond. Then you'll have to tell me everything.

Joseph smiled faintly, nodding.Good. But until then, focus on control. Learn to master your emotions, or they will be your undoing. Understand.

I nodded, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders. I wasn't alone in this Joseph was looking out for me, even if he wouldn't explain why just yet.

There was still so much I didn't understand about my past, about the voice, about who I really was. But one thing was certain: I couldn't afford to lose control again.

I had to grow stronger, not just physically, but mentally and emotionally. Only then would I be able to uncover the truth about this body.