Toran felt both complimented and insulted at the same time. He is not used to being called ‘good-looking’.
Soon, everyone left to their classes, except for Mikazuki and the principal.
“Well, I’ll see you later, Toran!” Mikazuki said with a smile.
“Okay, bye,” Toran replied.
Toran looked towards the principal. He sat down on the ground, so he did too, next to him.
“Did you want to talk to me?” Toran asked.
“Yes I did,” Mr. Akura said. “Do you know what Ryokusenkai is?”
Toran wondered for a moment. It felt like he heard that somewhere, and yet, he cant remember at all. “Not exactly.”
“Well, I’ll tell you. Ryokusenkai is a unique type of power you can use as a form of either attack or defence. You just saw me use it, and you used one yourself.”
Toran looked at the large hole on the ground. He felt rather guilty than worrying about him using it.
“You can use the power using Alaston, which is a special type of force. If you can completely master it, the destruction force will be strong enough to wipe out the whole village here… No, the whole continent of where we are right now. It si a skill I admired, and used 40 years of my life to achieve the lowest level of Alaston, level 1. When I sensed your force in the school, I felt something awkward, and I realized what it was now. You are born with the highest level of Alaston. Tell me, since when were you able to use Alaston?”
“Since I was born.”
“Wow. And you’re only 7 years old. I’ll tell you this: Alaston is NOT a power you can use anywhere. If you can’t control the force, you may release enough force to destroy something you don’t want to destroy. You are born with the highest level of Alaston, level 10. I can tell that in about 2 weeks, you won’t even need to charge to use Alaston, just like me.”
“I didn’t know that the power I had was so special… I’ll be careful when using it and I’ll train so I can control it and master it! Don’t worry!”
“I like your spirit and willingness. A man with a bright future like you will surely master ti and sue it for good purposes. I wish you luck!”
“Thank you, Mr. Akura!”
As he walked away, I thought about it.
“Alaston, eh? I finally know what the name of this power is. I don’t know what I should do after mastering it, I guess I’ll make some friends and vow to protect them at all cost! And that includes Mikazuki.”
He smiled as he walked back to school.
Later that day, he fixed the roof, even though the teacher told me that he shouldn’t worry so much about it.
As he walked out of the school, due to some circumstances, he didn’t have a home. But as he walked past one of the houses, I heard the TV on.
“We have found a big crater on the east side of Amitaruton, where nobody lives. There is no official traces on who did it. Earlier this morning, We have also heard of a boy and a girl flying from an air pilot. We do not know if those 2 people have anything to do with what has happened to that crater. Police are currently investigating this, trying to find out what did they do this for. Is there a specific meaning to all this?”
Toran felt guilty, but there wasn’t anything he could do right now. Hopefully, the police will give up, because he knew that they won’t find him, and Mikazuki as well. He walked over to a tree, and sat there. He wasn’t hungry or thirsty, and therefore, just slept there.
“This is going to be interesting.” Toran thought.
Toran managed to climb up all the way until he was at the ground again. He let Mr. Akura on his feet.
“I.. I knew it,” Mr. Akura said.
“You knew what?” Toran questioned.
That then, everybody from the class came to ask if the principal was alright. Toran walked away, knowing that he didn’t need any more trouble. Just then, Mikazuki ran up to him.
“That was AMAZING!” Mikazuki yelled out.
Toran plugged his ears with his hands. “What was?”
“How you actually defeated Mr. Akura! He’s known to be the most powerful person ever to live in this village since 4 years ago because of the Ryokusenkai, which he obtained.”
“Is that so? I didn’t know.”
“I wonder why you aren’t considered the strongest. Don’t you show off how powerful you are?”
“No. I don’t want to attract a crowd. I prefer to be the unnoticed average student type.
“Why? You can be like a star in the village!”
“That’s the thing I don’t want. I don’t want to be a celebrity or anything. Just like R-… my friend said.”
“Well, okay I guess.”
The crowd’s attention turned towards Toran. A lot of people surrounded him.
“Are you the one that did all this? Make a huge hole in the school and all? Injured the principal to this point?”
Toran hesitated. “… I can’t deny the truth I guess. Yes I did.”
The crowd gasped. There was an awkward moment between them. Finally Toran said,
“It’s my fault right?”
The crowd didn’t listen to him at all.
“I can’t believe it. You defeated the principal in a fight!” A boy said.
Toran was surprised. “Is it that big of a deal?”
“Of course it is! Nobody beat him before, ever since the last 4 years ago. And with that wind… you must have the power he calls ‘Ryokusenkai’ except yours is way more stronger!” A girl said from the crowd.
“I see…” Toran felt like he understood but didn’t understand at the same time.
“Can you please go back to your classes, students?” the principal said. “I have to talk to the transferred student.”
“So you’re the transferred student?” A girl from another class asked. “No wonder you’re so good looking! Rumors say it true!”
“Exactly. I use these in case I’m in danger, and to keep the school safe too. It took me 40 years for me to learn even the lowest level of Ryokusenkai. Aren’t you proud of me?” Mr Akura said.
“That wasn’t what I meant at all…” Mikazuki groaned.
“Who is this guy?” Toran thought. “Is he really the principal of this school?”
“So, what are you hear for anyways, Mikazuki?” Mr. Akura asked.
“To inform you about the new transfer student.”
“Ohh, right… I forgot that there was one. Is he the one behind you?”
“Yes, he is.”
“Okay. Hello, I am Mr. Akura, the principal and a proud Ryokusenkai user, although it took me 40 years to use it. You must be Madorashiki Toran,” Mr. Akura said.
“Pleased to meet you,” Toran replied.
“Alright, let me set you things up for-“
Mr. Akura paused. He didn’t say anything else. He stared right at Toran with his eyes. He raised a brow, and suddenly widened his eyes.
“Um… Mr. Akura?” Toran asked.
“You, come with me. Now,” Mr. Akura said, and went out the door.
“Does he always act like this to every transfer student?” Toran asked.
“No he doesn’t. Something is wrong. Let’s follow him,” Mikazuki said.
Toran nodded, and followed him. They eventually ended up in the school grounds, with Mr. Akura ordering him to stand far away from him. So Toran did. They were on the ground used for physical education, and Toran was very confused on what was happening. He noticed that his class and some others were looking at them from the windows of the building.
“Okay Toran, get ready to defend yourself,” Mr. Akura said.
“Me? Defend myself from what?” Toran questioned.
But there was no time. Mr. Akura blowed a heavy wind towards him, pushing Toran back a little, but still standing firmly.
“What is this about?” Toran asked.
But Mr. Akura blowed another one towards him, with Toran dodging successfully. Suddenly, Toran felt like as if he had experienced this before.
“That’s right,” Toran told himself. “This pulse- like feeling… I can use it as well!”
As Mr. Akura kept launching pulses, he managed to dodge them all and started charging his hand.
“W-What… I feel an energy I never had before!” Mr. Akura exclaimed.
Toran jumped close to him, avoiding everything Mr. Akura threw at him, and he was about to fire it when he noticed that he would damage the school building around him. So he jumped up and right when he was above him, he discharged it. A huge wind stronger than anything Mr. Akura shot went right onto him, and Mr. Akura was pushed right down onto the ground. Half the ground became torn into pieces and Mr. Akura was sinking down. Quickly, Toran fell down in order to rescue him. He catched him, and started jumping from rock to rock, until a giant piece of stone was falling on to him. He quickly charged his legs and fired it at the stone, which broke into a million pieces. Once again, Mr. Akura widened his eyes in surprise.
Toran got a chalk and wrote his name on the board in kanji. Then, he looked at the dismayed teacher and faced the crowd.
“Hello, I am the transfer student, Madorashiki Toran. Pleased to meet you,” Toran announced. To his dismay, most of the girls in the class stared at him without a word.
“Miss Kasahara, where will he sit?” A girl from the class asked with excitement.
The teacher, finally getting control of herself, stood up and thought for a moment.
“Why don’t you sit there, right next to Mikazuki? Especially since you came right from the ceiling with her. But you should tell the principal first, to let him know that you are here,” Miss Kasahara said.
Toran looked at her. She had black eyes with short, blonde hair. She looked like a nice person though, and Toran looked at the door, and started to walk.
“Oh wait, I’m sure you don’t know where the principal’s room is. Would anybody like to guide him to the principal’s office?” Miss Kasahara asked.
A lot of girls raised their hand, which Toran still didn’t know why.
“How about Mikazuki? I’m sure you know him best as of this moment.” Miss Kasahara said.
A ton of girls glared at her, which Toran also didn’t know why. Mikazuki walked up to him, and opened the door as she walked out, with Toran going after her.
“Hey, is this natural for the girls in this school to try to participate on helping people?” Toran questioned.
“No it isn’t, but I told you before, right? You’re the handsome transferring student, and I think the girls started to take an interest on you already,” Mikazuki said.
“Really? Wow, this is going to be troublesome.”
“By the way, why are you transferring into this school anyways?”
“Me and my personal reasons.”
Mikazuki wondered for a while, and then noticed that they were right next to the principal’s office. She opened the door.
“Mr. Akura?” Mikazuki asked.
An overwhelming amount of force gusted through the door. It almost blew Mikazuki away, while Toran stood firmly.
“Are you doing this again, Mr. Akura?” Mikazuki said stubbornly.
“What do you mean, ‘this again?’” A tall man with brown shaggy hair with intimidating black eyes in a karate suit said. “This is to maintain my power of Ryokusenkai!”
Mikazuki puts her hand on her face. “Its hard to believe you can keep the school organized while doing all these dangerous moves.”