A sickly-looking boy was sitting under a tree while reading a book. He was enjoying the last vestige of summer passing him by as another meaningless year began
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My name is Suzuki Shinji.
I was born into a clan of mages as the second son of the clan leader, that is the official story anyways. The truth is I am actually the first son, but due to my poor aptitude and sickly constitution which became apparent early on. I was stamped with the mark of the clan's disgrace and locked away. Due to the clan traditions, only the eldest son can inherit the clan leaders' position, hence soon after my mother's passing, I was unceremoniously locked away in a dark corner of the mansion, as they pretend I don't exist. Given my poor constitution it would take a miracle for me to survive in that dirty old room with little food for as long as I did. Though I guess I should thank them for not just killing me instead. When I turned 16 my father, at the request of my younger half-brother, decided to send me to the magic academy. The reasoning, well it doesn't really matter anymore, seeing as I am not long for this world. I am only in my second year, yet I have collapsed multiple times during classes and been sent to the infirmary numerous times after coughing up blood out of nowhere. I can feel death drawing near as I see my two fairy friends playing in the gentle breeze above me.
I closed my eyes for a moment, and when I opened them again, I saw a blue-eyed albino, sporting a monocle standing hunched over me, blocking the sun.
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Nox POV:
After unceremoniously dropping my first catch of the day in my new prison/classroom. I locked the brat in the newly enchanted jail we will be sharing for the next year, as I went off to look for the other delinquents.
I found my second target, chilling in a secluded part of the forest, right outside campus. Interestingly enough I could spot two spriggans playing in the tree branches, as the brat was enjoying the gentle breeze while basking in the rays of sunlight slipping through the leaves. He might be the unruliest brat in the entire academy. Not only did he skip class, he left school campus without permission, while smuggling in contraband spirits, but worst of all he is enjoying his youth. As an educator, no, on behalf of all teachers everywhere, I cannot let this filthy delinquent enjoy his youthful days in peace and harmony. After all, it is a teacher's job to challenge their students, or they might grow into lazy and obese shut-ins. As a certified quack doctor, I prescribe a dose of hell in order to reform this vile and unruly delinquent reading a book I am sure he stole which probably describes the best and quickest ways to become an outlaw.
Wishing only the best for my student, I walked up to the barbarian as he looked about ready to doze off. Hunched over this young criminal in the making, as I waited for him to open his eyes, before pulling a bucket of medicinal ice water I had in spatial storage and dumping it on his face.
"AAAHHH! WHAT THE HELL!? IT'S SO COLD!" The poor young man yelled out in response.
Seeing he still hadn't been cured of his wicked ways by his uncouth language. I pulled out another medicinal bucket, this time steaming hot.
"AAAAAHHH! MY EYES! THEY'RE ON FIRE!" The delinquent yelled as he rolled on the ground, trying to rub the spicy herbs I added out of his eyes.
I realized my methods seemed to work, as he uttered less obscenities after the last bucket. Yet still I persevered as the dreaded spiggans violently bludgeoned me over the head with their marshmallow soft fists. I endured this agony as I pulled out my third and fourth buckets of medicinal justice, reforming this criminal as I suffered for his sin. What a kind professor, no, a professor would never go above and beyond for such a beast, rather such actions are more befitting of a saint. What a kind and understanding saint I am, to return this barbarians savagery with such kindness.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"
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Several buckets later.
The young barbarian was purified by my holy buckets of healthy educational justice as he laid out of breath on the ground with bloodshot eyes of gratitude directed at this kind saint of a professor.
"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?!!" The young barbarian yelled as my thoughts returned to why I sought him out.
"Your late for class, you little brat!"
"WHAT?!"
"Stop bullying Shinji, you meany!" Spriggan 1 said.
"Yeah! What she said!" Spriggan 2 added.
"Oh yeah! That reminds me. if you don't want your angry little spriggans to be lynched by an angry mob, then make sure nobody else sees them."
"WHAT?!"
And with that I grabbed the angry little flies buzzing over my head and shoved them into delinquent number 2's body, before gently and politely putting him to sleep with my fist.
"Wow, there. Judging by the amount coming out of your nose, that must be one hell of a wet dream you're having." I muttered to myself as I sealed the spirits inside his body before tying him to a flagpole I pulled out of dimensional storage as I carried him to his new home.