Zero's POV
There were still graffiti letters near the area, written on the gate’s wall, saying things like “Fuck off,” “Stay away,” and others.
I walked into the school, and I didn’t see any students in the hallway. The walls of every classroom were covered in graffiti art and letters, and the windows of each room were shut.
I walked straight to my room, lost in thought.
You're probably wondering why I know how to fight. It’s because I was often bullied by my classmates in elementary school, and I frequently got into fights.
I never allowed them to hurt me without a fight, which is how I learned to throw punches, thanks to the countless experiences from my youth.
I finally reached my classroom and looked up at the sign above the door that said (1-Y).
I grabbed the doorknob and swung the door open, catching the eyes of the students inside the room, all of whom turned to look at me with hostile stares, making me grin from ear to ear.
I walked confidently, head held high, until I reached the front and stood in the center of them all, then said:
"From now on, I’m going to be the number one in this entire school," I said, looking at each of them seriously.
I noticed that most of them were shocked, while a few showed no reaction, but what caught my attention was a guy at the back of the room who was laughing.
I looked into his eyes, and our gazes locked.
I stared at him seriously, and he just smiled back at me, raising his left eyebrow.
“Number one, huh?” he said as he stood up straight, letting me get a better look at him.
He had black hair with a mid-fade cut, thick eyebrows, sharp eyes, a pointed nose, and naturally red lips. His skin was dark, and he was about 5'8" tall.
“You won’t be able to rule this entire school, especially since you haven’t proven yourself yet,” the guy said, staring at me calmly.
I smirked at him and said, “If you want me to prove myself, why don’t we have a fight right here, right now?” I challenged him while looking at him seriously.
The guy walked toward the front, where I was, and stood in front of me, saying, “Why not? That way, we’ll see if you’re someone we should follow.” He said this while glancing around at the people in the classroom with us.
Many eyes were on me, and I couldn’t understand why they seemed so sad as they stared at me, but I didn’t think much of it. I cracked my knuckles, preparing for the fight between us.
The other students cleared a large space in the room for us to fight, so we could move freely.
We stood about four meters apart, and I noticed that he was ready, and so was I.
Without a word, I ran toward him and jumped, delivering a kick from the left. I knew it would hit his face clean.
But he blocked it with both hands as if it was nothing, slowly lowering his arms afterward.
I stepped back about two meters, surprised that he managed to block it.
“Is that all you got?” he asked, trying to provoke me further into losing my cool.
I couldn’t rush at him without a plan, especially since he was bigger and had longer arms than me.
While I was thinking of my next move, I didn’t realize he had already run toward me and threw a punch from the right straight into my stomach.
“Arghh!” I groaned after receiving the punch, feeling like my internal organs were about to burst from the impact.
I leaned against the wall of the room, trying to stop myself from collapsing, staring at the floor because of the pain in my gut.
I lifted my head and looked at my opponent, who stood there, emotionless, staring at me. He said, “You’re worthless.”
He was about to turn his back on me when I straightened up and said, “I’m not done yet; I’m just getting started!” I shouted at him, ignoring the pain in my stomach.
I charged at him, unleashing a flurry of punches with both fists. He blocked them with both arms, and I noticed him starting to back up.
I stopped punching when I saw a small opening on the right side of his head, and I quickly kicked from the left, aiming at his temple.
I hit him with full force, causing his guard to drop from his face, and I saw his expression.
I raised both my fists, ready to punch him in the face, but before I could do it, he kicked me from the left side into my ribs.
Luckily, I managed to lower my right arm in time and block his kick from the left.
I quickly grabbed his left foot when it hit my right arm and didn’t let go, taking advantage of the situation.
I stepped forward with my left foot and threw a punch with my left hand, still holding onto his left leg.
My punch landed on his nose, as his guard was down, and I let go of his leg so he could fall completely.
I was about to rush at him again and pummel his face with punches, but he raised his right hand, signaling for me to stop while holding his nose.
“That’s enough, you beat me,” he said quietly, and I noticed his nose was bleeding.
I snapped out of it when he said that, and I extended my left hand to him, which he took with his right, and I pulled him up to his feet.
To be continued...