Go F**k Yourself

Mother and father had returned a month later covered in blood and scars. A deep scare awakened inside of me as they suddenly hugged me tightly, apologizing for their long departure.

I wanted to ask what happened, but they kept a close lid on everything, urging me to never speak of it again. I knew something was up but decided to keep silent, at least for now.

My days were far more interesting with my parent's return as I had someone to talk to and play with, and just like that, five years passed by in a flash.

My Immortal Origin progress was monstrous; I really don't understand why they said it was complicated. All you had to do was bear the damn pain. Smirking at the idiots who failed at this cultivation, I smiled as I felt all twelve of my Meridians overflowing with power or, as they call it, Vital Qi.

One-third of my cultivation was finally complete; mother and father were both surprised and delighted, but my joy slowly died out when I heard the devastating news.

"Arsène, you have been accepted, tomorrow you will be joining The Academy of War. Our kingdom's most prestigious school."

At that moment, I felt like coughing up blood as I eyed my father with a look of betrayal. How could he be so cruel to his baby? FUCK THAT BULLSHIT!!! Getting through med school was already a nightmare, now I'm going back...not again! I had tried to argue with him, but Father merely smirked, telling me I didn't have a choice as both Grey and Grandfather had to pull some strings allowing me to get in.

Mother was just as bad as she was snickering in the background laughing her ass off at my poor expression.

Grey and Grandfather had both personally arrived to deliver me to this academy with a grin on their face. While Grey and I had a little tension between us, we actually got along amongst each other at least until I found out he was the one who suggested sending me to this damn school.

Giving his typical smirk, Grey looked at the door as an elderly butler slowly opened the carriage door, "Young Master, if you would." he asked, showing me the way out with his arms.

Bitting my lips, I stared dead at Grey, "Uncle you bastard, you will pay for this." I promised, clenching my small fist.

Laughing elegantly, Grey nodded towards the butler as he gripped my shoulder, dragging me into the academy. Imaginary tears flooded my face as I stared at the majestic castle before me, yet all I could feel was dismay at what was about to occur.

Everything was prepared for me; the only thing I needed was to show up, and that bastard Grey had already made sure that happened. Staring off to my side, I saw the butler lightly smiling, "Young master, if you're wondering if this school will challenge you, then worry not. There are tons of monsters attending this academy."

Snorting inwardly, I smiled on the outside before knocking on the door in front of me, as a broad, rugged voice sounded, "Come in."

Stepping in, I saw a large muscular middle-aged man resembling the Hulk's physique with small circular glasses reading some documents. He stared at me for a few seconds before nodding, "Arsène Snow, age six, Cultivation Realm of Blood, correct?" he cold question, awaiting a response with an intimidating air.

Figuring the document was about me, I nodded as the butler to my side spoke, "Principal Grimlor, sorry for the intrusion, but he is indeed Arsène Snow."

Snorting, Grimlor sneered, "Boy, you will do well to answer when I speak. A simple nod is not acceptable. This is a military academy, not your family house."

I really hated the military. It was just another form of brainwashing to serve this useless kingdom. Damn it, must I be subjected to this shit, " and if I refuse, what would happen." I inquired, hoping to be expelled.

Grimlor brow arched up in surprise as his face grew grim, "Then you will receive the whip. If that doesn't work, we will take away any resources you receive, either by your family or this Academy, and finally, we expel you."

A bright smile emerged on my face like a radiant sun as I beamed, showing a white fang at the corner of my lips, " Than go fuck yourself, you ass licking cunt,"

A deep silence echoed as Grimlor and Grey's butler froze in shock. A heavy atmosphere overwhelmed the room as Grimlor, and the butler quivered ever so slightly. Suddenly to my surprised, Grimlor roared with laughter wildly, "Grey did mention you might do something like that. That bastard was indeed correct. Quite the firecracker, huh? Come with me, boy."

Sulking inwardly, I groaned, following after Grimlor in silence through the exquisite halls of the War.

"You know, was I not a friend of Grey, your head would be in my hands?" He said with an almost chilling tone.

"Of course, but it was worth the gamble; Uncle Grey is an intelligent man. I figured you were one of his friends or at least owed him a few favors," I declared with indifference,

Grimlor smiled coldly before stopping at a large door. He gave a knock before stepping in.

Following behind, I saw a huge class filled with kids around my age and a magnificent gal with long black hair breaded like the tail of a dragon. She had a well-developed bosom and a long attractive set of legs, with dark, captivating eyes all screaming seductress.

Raising my brow, I smiled inwardly, imagining climbing those legs someday. Yet, my face grew indifferent as I stared at the little shits that would be my nightmare for the next few years.

All of them were well dressed in the academy uniform. Well, I guess that would be expected as even I was forced to wear it. I was currently wearing dark black slacks and a formal white shirt covered by a black and blue jacket with a school emblem of a sword and ax stitched into the sleeve.

"Mr. Arsène, Mr. Arsène, are you with us? " A bewitching voice suddenly bringing me back as I stared at the attractive Instructor. Her annoyed expression eyeing me with irritation.

"The first day, and you're already daydreaming. Give a proper introduction to the class, please. " She said with a frosty pitch.

I looked at Grimlor, who nodded in confirmation. With a sigh, I started out at the class with contempt, giving a brief introduction, "Arsène Snow."

Not bothering to say anymore, I could feel the pretty lady beside me steaming in anger as she glared at Grimlor, "Do I really have to teach this bastard."

"Apologies, but didn't I introduce myself? Calling me a bastard is a bit excessive, don't you think," I commented with a smirk, sending her a cute wink.

"Arsène, it would be best not to piss off your homeroom teacher. Anyway, Victoria, he is all yours; try not to kill him," Grimlor declared with a smile before rushing out the room as if fleeing.

Stomping her foot Victoria eyed me coldly, pointing to the empty set by the window. My eyes went wide as I thanked the gods of anime for blessing me with a window desk.