A Challange

In the midst of archstudents' crowdy conversations about campus organization, a loud voice suddenly shouted residing at the front of the class. There I saw the figure of a tall man with brown hair and a large ax propped upon his shoulder.

"Oy shorties! Now that the teach gon' how 'bout we decide a big man who will rule the entire class!?"

He's an Ambawak (Earth tribe), just like Pandeka and the two dragons on our team. But this one's different. He's a soldier, serving under the Nature King (not to be confused with the king of nature, that shit didn't exist).

From the crest on his armor also the weapon he held, anyone can recognize that he's a Dubalang Kapak. They attack strong and wide, standing 3.5 meters tall. Yet I've never seen any of them who looks as arrogant as he is.

"Sod off you large shit! The entire class came here to study, not to play fucking kingdom!"

As I shifted my gaze, I saw a man dressed in black and green, covered in poisonous dust with venom blowing from his breath.

A Jawara, from the Toxic tribe. The meanest, the cruelest you can find on the battlefield. Unless you want your insides to melt into azure or lime liquid, better not mess with the like of his.

"What's a matter? Crying scared on yer chicken dung?"

This guy… is he really a Dubalang? He doesn't sound polite or mannered at all!

"Watch it weak skin! I'm not gonna commit any nonsense on this foreign land, and you're not gonna be my first reason to…"

Wait now that I look into it, aren't both of them coming from the same team? I guess the quarrel already blooming even before Mrs. Senaria's gone.

"Besides, aren't you born on this island? You should know that there's already a hierarchy embedded in this giant city."

Ah Hell… here we go again.

"Yea that's right! We already have a ruler in this class!"

As a voice of a woman supported the snake's argument, the entire force in the room concurrently stares at me.

"Forsaken cinder…" I sighed.

"You always grab the center of attention aren't you mister all-powerful Son of Lionsword~"

I could see my lovely princess smiling at me through her eyebrows, while her lips stay flat.

"One time is funny, more than that… darn annoying you know."

The sound of joy is creepingly heard in the background. Hada and his gang turned their faces away, though it was clear their bodies were shaking violently with laughter.

"Ah o' course, the small guy who likes to burn women!"

That tall Ambawak suddenly walks towards me with a huge grin on his face, looking down at me as if he already won.

"I blame this on you Chiya…" I said to the black-dressed lady behind me.

"Hehe, sorry~" She replied alongside faint laughter in her voice.

"Yo pipsqueak, how 'bout this… we fight! To settle who owns this place." That annoying Ambawak keeps bothering me with his mockery.

"Wow, rude… even your king polite towards me."

I'm serious, the current Nature King is a very fancy and mannered gentleman, though much gluttonous.

"But very well, I accept your proposal," I said to the big guy, looking as straight as possible.

"Excellent, see you in the field women burner!"

He walked away and left the room, alongside a girl not much shorter than him. She wore similar shades of clothing (Light brown and leafy green) with him, meaning she's also a Dubalang (Nature King's royal guard).

"Anna, call Mrs. Senaria, or any Sarma lecturer in this facility, ask them to witness the Versus," I asked the wonderful spouse of mine.

"Will do!"

*Blink* And the girl suddenly vanishes, leaving only the trace of orange light, flying on the spot where she stands. A fiery butterfly then emerged, changing places with the girl. The creature then lands on my shoulder, so she can later switch with it again.

"You serious about this brother? You don't need to bother with someone like him." Hada said. Not that he's worried about me, he just thought all of this is a complete waste of time.

"Chill…" I replied.

"I'm born chill Brother Highness…" Ah yes, that's a weird thing to say to someone from the Ice tribe.

"Relax Hada, to me this is a good opportunity to introduce the combat thing in my novel!" I said to him with a spark of joy.

"Novel? You're writing one? I thought you only care about reading." He looks impressed but sarcastically.

"Well, it was a commission from His Holiness Polar… He asked me to write a story throughout my study here in the Academy." I replied.

"The God of Knowledge!? What for?" The guy radiated pure shock.

"I honestly don't know, but He asked me to make it as long as possible, also as detailed." The puzzled look on my face must've brought a ton of questions for Hada.

"Aren't His Holiness can see and hear everything in this vast universe? Why did he need you to write for Him, Bro-Highness?" Falisha asking the real question here.

"Dunno… maybe he wanted me to create a nice perspective for him, then use what's said on my mind rather than what I have written, to arrange the story He wanted to tell." This is just my speculation though.

"Why don't we just ask His Holiness himself?" Chiya, coming with a genius suggestion.

"How?" I'm curious, I know that she wasn't joking.

"The God of Knowledge is also the King of Magnets and Gravity right? We can just put a marker in front of the whiteboard, then ask His Holiness to write on it."

Praise the Sun! What an idea! I should've done it since day 1!

"Let's try it out!" Hada seems intrigued to see how this idea goes.

Following the suggestion, we all then gathered in front of the whiteboard, after putting a marker on a small silver plank attached to its bottom.

"Your Holiness… please pay me for writing your shit!" I yelled, knowing darn well that He'll hear anything, even those that only reside on my mind.

As we expected, the marker suddenly moved on its own, and start writing big letters on the board.

"F U C K Y O U"

That's what was written.