First Fight

"Jack and Jill w.w..went up ah hill to phhh..etch...."

Like I said, I couldn't convince her not to let me go. And here I sit back-row seat of hell listening to these kids trying to read Jack and Jill over and over and over. When will it end? I know I said I wouldn't die before, but this might actually kill me.

It has been 5 months since I officially started training. I have done it every night since then. There were times I didn't feel like doing it. I mean, who would want to mutilate themselves like I am, but I just tell myself that I will only meditate, and after I'm done meditating, I have a newfound confidence to do it. Every flipping time.

However, I have made a lot of progress. Now, I can create a small flame on my forehead without screaming. I still feel the pain, but I can handle it. I can even move a bit. I can also draw a large flame on my forehead, but I can't do so without looking seriously constipated. However, progress is progress. In time, I will master this ability. My other ability hasn't really improved much because I am focusing on my quirk.

Oh yeah, my full name is Dante .D. Vongola. Yeah, found out on the first day of school. But I don't know what the D in my name stands for because the school doesn't know either and I can't really be bother to ask my parents what it is, less I find out my dad chose it and it's something like Dorothy or Doritos. Leaving it unknown sounds better and adds an air of mystery to me.

Aside from that, nothing importa-

"Hey you," said some cliche blonde-haired bully-looking brat and his gang of three.

*Sigh*

"What is it?" I asked

"So," he said, raising his hand and firing a laser from his palm out the window behind me.

"What's your quirk?" He added after his little demonstration.

This annoying little stain was Akira. Ever since I started this school, I've understandably been the best student placing first in everything, bumping this kid to second best. He has tried everything to get back on top. Study harder, pay more attention, and even tutoring 'though at this age, what is there to tutor?'.

But he still couldn't take first place. He then resorted to issuing some stupid challenge or making some bold claim whenever he saw me. I mostly ignore him and everyone.

Due to my passive calming effect, many others have tried to initiate conversation with me, but I respond with the driest conversation I can muster. It took getting reincarnated, but I have finally become the cool mysterious loner. I don't plan on being an antisocial prick my whole life, but socializing with these kids feels weirdly creepy and uncomfortable.

"Hey." Akira shouted, pulling me out of my daydream.

"I asked you a question." He reminded

I look at him with heavy and bored eyes. Then, she sent a casual sliding glance at his followers.

'Kid, I'm busy. Come back at another time. Preferably never,' I thought but said

"Fire"

"What you have a fire quirk?" He asked in surprise

"Show me." He orders.

"No." I said while resting my head on my desk and closing my eyes to take a nap.

He stood there trying to process my disregard. Growing increasingly angry as the unsupervised class gazed on.

His face contorted, and his chest heaving.

"Ahhh, DIE." He shouted, shooting one of his laser beams at me. But kid, I have the skills and memory of 5 masters and a little [Observation haki]. And even if I haven't actively started learning them, I'm still good enough to take down a bunch of kids.

Using [Observation haki], I quickly moved out of the path of the blast, grabbed his hand, and slid underneath it to perform and beautiful judo throw the [uchi-mata] sending him crashing to the ground. His followers rushed forward, but I was ready for them. With a swift back kick, I sent one of them flying backwards, crashing into a nearby desk.

Before the others could react, I swung my leg around, delivering a powerful roundhouse kick to the kid on the far right, knocking him off his feet. I didn't give them a moment to recover. As I pulled the person to the far left towards me, his balance faltered, and I delivered a precise knee strike to his chest. He crumpled to the floor, gasping for breath.

With my opponents now subdued, I struck a cool, confident pose, watching them writhe in pain on the floor.

This all happened in less than a minute it was amazing if you overlook the fact that I'm a teenager beating on a bunch of toddlers.

Coincidentally, the bell for the end of school rang. So I grabbed my stuff and quickly left under the gaze of awe of my classmates without waiting for the teacher to come and dismiss me.

I had just gotten to the school gate when Akira came running. They were kids. Of course, I made sure not to hurt them too badly.

"Stop." He called

I ignored him and continued to walk.

"I said stop dammit." He cried, shooting a weak blast at the ground.

I stopped.

"What?" I stopped but didn't turn.

"You may have beaten me today. I but I promise you that I will surpass. It may not be today it may not be tomorrow but soon. One day, I will prove to the world that I, your rival, am better." He growled at me.

Honestly, the speech was good and hopeful I was rooting for him. That is until he said he was my rival. I don't know why but when he said that it angered me.

"Rival?"

"You? Is that what this is?" I said, turning around and making my way towards him.

"You think you are my rival?" I chuckled

Walking slowly towards him

"You are not my rival. Heck, I barely registered your existence, " I say, patting him on the shoulder

"You aren't even good enough to be classified as a stepping stone," I say, looking him in his eyes and seeing his spirit crumbling.

"Know your place," I ended.

Without delay, I turned back around and headed for the car park to find my parents. Caring little about what was happening behind me.