Sometimes, when two people clash, they argue until one finally gives in. But there are moments when neither does. The atmosphere grows tense, the air turns heavy, and silence floods the place, as if no one else exists but the two rivals. Seconds stretch into minutes, minutes into hours. And in that instant… they attack! They attack like beasts, seeking not just victory but the other's very life.
That's what would normally happen, right?
Well, right now, that's not the case… because what everyone sees is a one-sided beating.
And I'M THE ONE TAKING IT, DAMN IT!
That's right—I, Claymont Aleksander, of the great Aleksander family, one of the five most powerful in Yoldtur, am being publicly humiliated by a nameless commoner in front of more than a thousand people.
Quick Context
I was walking through Yoldtur's cavalry school, the most prestigious institution on the continent—where only the most capable, or at least the richest, are admitted. Well, in my case, let's skip the details.
Suddenly, I saw her: a girl with brown hair, emerald-green eyes, and a face as delicate as porcelain. Just one glance and anyone would wonder if she carried royal blood. But there lay her greatest flaw—she was a mere commoner. Not like me, heir to incomparable status. So I approached.
"Hey, you're quite cute. Why don't you come with me?"
The best way to approach someone is with an invitation, right?
"Eh?… I'm sorry, I have to meet someone right now."
She moved away, rejecting me.
…Strange. No one rejects my invitations. After all, I am Claymont Aleksander! Why would she refuse? Ah, of course—I forgot to introduce myself. How rude of me.
"Wait. You don't know who I am. I am Claymont Aleksander, son of the prestigious Aleksander family."
"Let go of me! I already told you I don't want to!"
It seems this isn't working. Perhaps I should propose something more concrete.
"Come on, don't be like that. I have money, you know? I could take you anywhere. I could empty the finest restaurants in the country with a single order."
"I said I don't want to! Let go, you're hurting me!" she cried, her voice sharp with pain.
"Hey! What do you think you're doing?!" a firm voice thundered from the hallway.
I turned my head. Another commoner… but different. Despite his origin, he had passed the physical exams with excellence, recognized as the best first-year student. To be honest, I don't even remember his name. Insignificant people aren't worth memorizing. I only recall one thing: he was unbearably irritating.
"Tch… what do you want, commoner? Don't you see I'm busy with this lady?"
I pulled the girl's hand tighter.
"Ouch… it hurts…!" she whimpered.
Hmm… is she shy? Has she already accepted our date? Hmph, no one can reject me.
But then murmurs spread through the hallway.
"Isn't that Claymont Aleksander?"
"How terrifying… we shouldn't get close."
"They say he can make entire families vanish with a single finger."
"That commoner should be careful."
The fear in their voices grew.
"Let her go, Claymont," the commoner demanded, his gaze sharp.
"And if I don't? What will you do, commoner? You know me. You know what happens if you try something. Eliminating you would take no effort at all."
…
And that led to the beating.
The blows rained down from every direction, too fast to follow. This wasn't a fight—it was torture. Torture I had somehow agreed to.
My face swelled, bruises covering me beyond recognition. My blonde hair and amber eyes, the pride of the Aleksander family, were hidden beneath the damage. I looked like a balloon ready to burst.
The hallway fell silent. The only sound was fists striking my face.
After ten minutes, the commoner's rage faded into pity. Meanwhile, I clung to consciousness, whispering weakly:
"…why… do you… have everything… and I… nothing…?"
And then, darkness.
The Awakening
Hours later, I jolted awake.
"What happened? Argh… my head… damn it. That bastard commoner gave me a hell of a beating…" I slammed the bed in fury. "Next time I see him…"
I rose, ready for revenge—but something was wrong. The room was smaller, darker.
"What the hell? Since when are infirmaries like this?"
I flicked the switch. The walls were plastered with strange posters—girls in erotic poses, covering every inch.
"Woah, what the hell is this?! What kind of pervert lives here?"
Suddenly, a shrill alarm blared from a rectangular device, making me jump.
"What the—?! That scared the life out of me. What is this thing?" I picked it up awkwardly. "I've never seen anything like it… What kind of place is this?"