"Mikhel!!!" His name called out by Eric.
Claire. She was now more nervous, "H-here!"
She slowly approached towards the event and slowly put her son gently on the ground, "Whatever you choose. I'll support you." Her voice sounds firm but deep down. She was more concerned about him choosing all class and not as janitor or a servant.
Mikhel. Who knows what she is thinking. Inside his thought, "You didn't need to show your true intentions. However—" he immediately crawls towards the flags.
All eyes were on him. Especially ares and Claire.
Mikhel slowly grabbed his flag and yelled, "Ghaahhh...! (Got it)."
Clair saw solo class. She immediately jumps with joy, "Yes!" She rushes towards her son.
Ares slowly shows intrigued. "Good. At least my son should be in a high position. However. He still needs to show improvement when he grows up."
Mikhel. Who remained in his mother arms. She was happy that her son could be one of the greatest warriors in the future and not as janitor.
Clair smiled, "Now. Let's celebrate your greatest events." She hugs him so tightly with good intentions.
Alice gotta a little bit cold but slowly put up a fake smile, "Congrats... you must be very happy now. Since your son is now something great?" She intentionally adds fuel to the fire.
Claire.
Her expression went from happy to serious really quickly. "My son is one of the great. Besides, at least my son chose solo. It only proves that he doesn't need anyone else. It just slows him down." She fires back with comeback proving her son will become a better warrior in the future.
Ahahahah!
Alice burst. She couldn't take her seriously.
"That's a good one! I never laugh so hard. Thank you, I needed that," her voice filled with mock and doubts.
Clair and Mikhel were getting irritated.
Both thought, "What a bitch!" Their thought Synced without realizing.
Mikhel says, "I forgot why I hate being one of you. You're all bastards!"
"I'll make sure you'll regret it!"
He thought.
Claire noticed her baby anger. It seem they both were having a moment. "Let's go, my sweet darling~ don't let this wretchet ruin our day." She said. While walking past her, she ignored her and focused on her son day.
Alice got mad when she walked past her and ignored her, "This bitch—" she muttered.
Ares grabbed her around her shoulder fully embrace her. "Let's go... I'm in a good mood now," he said. He was happy that his son pick a good class.
...
Time skip...
[The academy for all teens]
Years passed so quickly.
Mikhel all grew up as a teenager.
He was in the arena meditating alone.
Until—
A sudden wind blows.
Whooosh. *(it was silent but enough to alert him.)*
...Mmm?!
Mikhel felt a chilling sensation through his spine. "Here, I thought I would be having a relaxing day. I guess it has to wait—"
Swooosh! (A dagger flew straight at him)
Mikhel tilted his head to left without looking behind, "Seriously! Sneak attack?!" He was unfazed by it. The dagger miss it's target.
Mikhel immediately vanished.
Wooosh! (Disappeared in front of his attackers' sight)
"Wha—!?" Surprise.
The two shadows' figures stop and look around for any sign of life.
However.
"Do you see him?!" She shouted out desperation and alert.
"No—!"
He responded too late.
Mikhel already appeared behind him in split seconds, "To slow..." He said.
Pow! (Punch)
He hit him from behind his back, and his fist made contact with his left cheeks.
BOOM! (Impact)
He flew back by 30 feet.
"Don't you have anything else to do? Besides sneak attack, uncle?" He said in a calm way. Despite the fact he tried to kill him when he was not looking.
"And mother... why are you still trying to do this silly training?" He was getting annoyed that his own family is literally trying to kill him.
His uncle name is Tank.
He was the best in his group, and he was fierce among his peers.
Ahahaha!
Tank was still amazed by his his nephew, "You been very cautious... good!" He clapped with outstanding of his reaction. "Sis... your son is very good, " he praised him.
She hissed back at his brother, "Of course you Buffoon!!! He's my son!"
Clair remains cold towards her son. She clenched both of her fists, "However! You still need more train—!"
Whooosh!
She rushes immediately without hesitation.
"Let's go!" Tank shouted with excitement.
Boom—!
The ground cracks when tank feet leap towards Mikhel.
Both Clair and tank eyes show pure red.
Mikhel reacrion instantly went serious.
"Fuck—!"
Clair uses the side of her hand to slice his chest.
Tsss! (Torn)
Mikhel upper shirt split and showed a small cut on his chest.
Tsk!
He went with full block. By covered it with both of his hands forming an X shape.
However—
"Don't think one second that I'll hold back!" She said with coldness and full bloodlust towards her son naive believe.
She clenched!
Her fists were tightly and hardened.
She instantly punched his block and instantly opened up his arms, letting his guard down. Mikhel forgot when it comes to real life-threatening situations. His mother won't hesitate to kill him in this type of situation. Especially if it were still on training.
His reactions were still surprised, but it was a slight mistake of his end—
Wooosh! ( instant quick speed)
Tank appears in front of him when his guard is down in a few moments, "Don't get distracted!" He said with all his might. While fully attacked his stomach.
Booom!
Tank fist made a direct contact.
Mikhel felt that strong hit by the gut.
"Pay attention!!!" Tank shouted. While his fist instantly cracked a few of his ribs.
The sound of his ribs crackle was disturbing and painful.
He flew back by that strong punch.
Hits the ground.
"Coughing!...that... cough... hurt, " Mikhel said weakly.
He slowly got up with an injured. He could've died by that hit. 'Lucky that I was able to live through that,' he muttered.
Clair shows no petty towards him, "Stop complaining! If it were actually life and death. You be dead." Her cold tone towards her son was nothing but love for him. "It's the day of your academy. So cheer up and be proud. Everyone will eventually see you as a target once you show weaknesses. I have, you know. Once you step on that arena. Your death is certain," she said with a harsh and strict tone.
Mikhel understood that better than her.
"FOR MAKARA!!!" She shouted with pride.
BOOOOMMMM!! *(The ground crack)*
She flew towards him in an instant, closing the gap between him and her.
Her eyes locked in.
Mikhel stood in a defensive stance.
His mother didn't even think twice about attacking him with full bloodlust.
BLAM! *(heavy hits)*
She repeated her attacks and attempts to keep him close in her range.
Mikhel was still on defense.
"...Tch!" He got frustrated. "Damn it, mom!" He angrily shouted.
Despite.
He was on defense. His eyes were on her but—
Wooosh!
He forgot one more. That flew behind in seconds.
Tank clench his fist.
"Don't get distracted BOYYYY!!" He said to get on his nerves.
While sneak attack him from behind. Mikhel was distracted.
Tank fist made contact with his left stomach side.
THOK! *(loud and hard)*
"Argh!" No words but pain sound.
However—
He stood there and took that hit like champ. Despite the pain. He wasn't the slightest flinch from that attack. He glared back at his uncle.
Mikhel sees no point, talking sense to his opponents. "Screw it!"
Clair remains attack but—
She missed when Mikhel tilted his head to the right in split seconds. While he grabbed tank hand on his side.
His grip was tight.
At that moment.
Tank was distracted by his grip.
Mikhel. Glare back at tank with anger, "Don't take this to the heart. It's just personal!" He said.
BOOOMMM!!!
He literally punch straight through his face with all his might.
OOF—!
Tank flew back and hit the wall.
BOOOMMM!!!*(Loud)*
The walls crack and crumble into pieces.
His mom was also distracted by his son strength when he punched tank.
That was her mistake.
That one moment was enough for Mikhel to appear on her side. When she was too busy, focus on the tank and not on him.
Her body shook.
When she felt a presence. *(chilling sensation)*
Mikhel grabbed her neck with intent to end it once and for all.
He body slams her face to the ground.
BOOOMMMM!!!! *(The impact was devastating loud)*
"Orrgh—!"
Her face was between the ground floor.
Then—
"I'll remember this MOTHER!!!" He shouted with anger.
He went full rampage.
THWAK! THWAK!
BAM! BAM!
Mikhel kept hitting her face through the ground.
Every hit was crucial and hard.
Clair face was seriously bleeding and bruise.
Her face was slowly changed by her own son strong hits.
The impact of his punch could be heard in the air.
The sound echoes.
Tank who just got up and notice the scene.
Mikhel kept going—
Wooosh!
Tank flew in and stopped him before he made another hit.
"Enough!"
Tank was satisfied with his skill.
Claire smiled and immediately grabbed his son face when he was distracted and slammed! His face to the ground.
She was glad.
"Good! You're ready!"
She was bleeding but relieved that her son was strong.
Mikhel face was on the ground. He couldn't utter a word.
Since his mom hand was on his neck.
One wrong move?
She literally snaps his neck if he ever moves a single muscle.
He knows.
Mikhel already experienced it once, and he ain't gonna go through with it again.
"...Y-yes... mother..." He said, in his weak and low tone, out of pure frighten expression.
He was really uncomfortable when she grabbed him by the neck.
He could feel the grip!
Tightened.
Her hand was so tightened her veins were showing.
It was a no laughing matter.
This was her specialty. When she grabbed her opponents by the neck, she instantly killed her opponent with pure strength by her grip alone.
She released her son.
"Now. Get dressed. Let's head out." Her voice was firm and calm.
She attended to see her son performance at the academy arena.
Once she left his sight with tank.
Mikhel drops the act.
Phew!
"Damn it! They really tried to kill me!"
He can feel his mom hand print, on his neck.
He could never ever understand his race.
"I just got my second life. I one way ticket to the after life."
He stood up and stretched.
He had one goal.
It's become stronger enough to face all strong foes. This place was no peaceful at all.
It was the day he had to fully prepare for the fight of his life.
The academy strict rules were to fight all obstacles in your way. No matter how difficult it is.
It was the way of Makara'ha.
Ding!
A screen shows in front of his face.
[Status panel]
[Gender: Male.
Clan: Tuihn. *(side branch)*
Class: Solo.
Name: Mikhel.
Age: 14.
Race: Mar'khel *(high human).*
Rank: None.
Level: zero.
Skill: Enhance strength (E), speed (), durability (E), and healing ().]
Mikhel scans his screen.
He was relieved about the results of his hard work. He went through life and death train by his mom strict training.
The amount of effort he put in through his struggle life.
He had scar all over his body. Each was worse than the last but—
It all heals over time.
His bone was strong and hardened.
His muscles were pump!
He developed a strong body, physically hardened bone by getting hit multiple times through death situation.
His mother made sure of it.
If a human being were able to go through the same process?
Same as us.
They probably— No! They'll be traumatized!
They could not have survived at all.
Then he saw a small button below his screen. He pressed it.
Pop!
[The next phase]
[The day of the academy]
[Task choose:
1. Survive and get first place.
Reward:
• [Level up]
• Improve your mother impression on you by a lot.
• Your father will take notice of your achievements.
2. Get last place.
Reward:
• a random weapon.
• Your mother still loves you.
• your father ares show no interest and completely sees you but nothing as completely waste.
Mikhel showed no interest number two.
He doesn't care if his father acknowledges him or not. He already has his mother and her family.
Why bother.
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