The administrative building was a small two storey building. A relatively simple building with just a word, “ADMIN” above the entrance. The administrative building handles almost everything about the Academy.
The group walked through the automated doors. There was a waiting area at the side and the administrative desk ahead of them. It appeared that there wasn’t anyone here.
“Well, what the fuck?” Rena swore in frustration.
“Ah! Welcome…. Give me a sec… hoo…” A tiny voice came from over the desk. Kyra heard a squeak and a little girl’s popped up and another squeak and half of her body was shown.
Kyra raised an eyebrow. She did not expect someone of her stature or her age to be working at the front desk.
The little girl noticed Kyra’s look and she responded as if she read her thoughts… “You got something to say, punk? I happen to be twenty-four this year.”
Her tone had completely changed from a little girl’s to a very aggressive adult sounding voice. Now, Kyra was even more amazed.
“So, you’re a dwarf?” she teased.
“You wanna fucking die right now?”
“Sorry. Maybe you prefer being called a loli or ….an old hag?”
“Ok that’s it! I’m gonna smash your head in!”
Kyra pushed her katana out of her scabbard a few centimetres with her thumb.
“Hey! Hey! I think we are getting ahead of ourselves. We’re here because we were told to come here after the entrance exam.” Cree stopped in between them as a mediator. Rena started laughing at the situation that is unfolding before her. The little girl calmed down and reposed herself.
“Well, why didn’t you say so? I’m Lillian Groves. The Head Administrator of the Academy of Arts. Once again, I welcome you to this prestigious Academy.” Lillian sounded so refined that she was almost a different person. Now she acted formal and a proper member.
“What’s the Head Administrator doing at the front desk?” Shiloh questioned. Normally, you wouldn’t see some of high position here. Unless the person in question was a weirdo whom Lillian definitely was.
“You see, I like to know who comes and goes in this Academy. I want to know what happens here. Nothing flies past me without my knowledge. I am a curious person by nature and I’m especially interested in the new freshmen this year.”
She gestured at Rena. “A disgraced Smisson.” At Shiloh. “A lost soul.”
At Cree. “Bound to family.” And finally, at Kyra. “A…. Fukagi.”
Lillian smiled deviously as she provoked them. She wanted to see what kind of emotion they invoke. Even before Head Administrator, Lillian loved to observe intensively and she took it upon herself to understand everyone in the Academy when she became Head Administrator.
No one said anything. The tension in the air only grew as the seconds passed. Out of the blue, Lillian clapped and everyone snapped out of their trance.
“That’s enough of that. Now, I need four of you to fill in these forms. After some explanation, I will hand over to you your dormitory keys.”
Kyra took the form and glanced over it. Instead of forms, it would be more accurate to call them contracts. It wasn’t just a piece of paper. It was an A4 paperback. It was rather quite thick. The contract stated that the Academy was not liable for any damages caused on the contract holder. In the case of death, the holder is held responsible instead. It was fascinating. Everything about this contract wards the Academy of anything. They would happily provide the students the best of everything but students are not their responsibility. The rest of the contract was just particulars, blood type, acknowledgment of the rules of the Academy.
Kyra signed the contract and handed it back to Lilian. She waited for the rest to finish before continuing. “Now remember follow all the laws closely. No killing unless authorised. Even I can’t help you if you break the laws.”
Lillian leaned in. “Now…. let’s talk dorms. Do you guys want to stay together or be in separate rooms.”
“There’s no restrictions?” Cree asked.
“Nope. We believe in the freedom of our students.”
“Then I’ll take a room for myself,” Kyra said.
“I’ll bunk with Kyra,” Rena added.
“Ok! A two-bed dorm. Here’s you let keycard. Don’t lose it!” Lillian handed the keycard to Kyra. Kyra didn’t move a muscle. Rena sighed and took it.
“Maybe if you have treated me nicely. You would’ve gotten your own room. Remember this, I’m the Head Administrator. I can ruin your school life with just a few words,” Lillian stared threateningly at Kyra.
“This your work?” Kyra took out the map from her jacket and held it in front of her. Kyra theorised that this map was created by her. She noticed that Lillian’s desk had a lot of cutesy stuff. Putting two and two together, this map was created none other than the midget.
“Yes! Yes! What’s wrong? Appreciating my genius now? I’ll have you know that it took me ages to complete the design of that brochure. Truly my best master-” Lillian stopped as her face whitened.
Kyra slowly tore the brochure from top to bottom and dropped it on the floor.
Without a word, Kyra left.
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The dormitories are in a separate area of the Academy. It was a short five min walk away from the main campus. In all honesty, dormitory was an understatement. It was more like a high-end condominium. There were many facilities that one will expect such as a pool, gym, barbecue area and so on. A truly extravagant place to live in without knowing one might die anytime.
Their belongings and bags were placed in the main lobby. Kyra and Rena went to collect and find their belongings.
“That’s rude. They laid your stuff neatly while mine was haphazardly thrown around the damn area. My bags aren’t even in the same place.”
“No thanks to Asa,” Kyra muttered.
Kyra recalled a time when Asa said that her computer parts were damaged when she went to collect her bags. She had brought with her huge bags filled with her equipment when she enrolled. Apparently, the carrier was tired of moving her bags that he either dropped or threw it. Asa was utterly furious that she sliced off the carrier’s right hand. Kyra might have to avoid anyone who’s missing a right hand.
The dormitories were split into three buildings. One for the first years and one for the second years and one for the third years. This year, the first years’ building was in the middle. When the semester year changes, Kyra’s building will be a second-year building while the third year’s will be known as the first-year building for the new students that year. This was so that the students wouldn’t have to keep moving around.
“Hey, wait up!” Cree called to them from behind.
“Thanks to you, that bitch wouldn’t calm down,” Shiloh added.
“Did she throw her arms around like a little kid?” Kyra quizzed?
“Heh, yeah she did but also wanting to smash your head in several times?” Shiloh mused at the memory of Lillian using her threatening adult voice.
Cree held up his keycard and said, “I manage to have Lillian get us a room beside yours. I think it’ll be better if we stay close together since we hardly know anyone. We did meet each other first.”
“I don’t mind but you’re not gonna spy on us or anything, are you?” Rena questioned with a pinch of suspicion.
“W-what? No, of course not.” Cree was clearly taken aback by the question.
“It’s ok, Cree boy. One day, I will teach you the wonders of peeping.”
“Ummm…. sure.”
“Oh? So, these are the new freshmen? You don’t look so tough?” An unarmed male walked over to the group.
Rena started laughing at his bald top. “What kind of hairstyle is that? That’s gotta be a joke.” Shiloh also tried to hold his laughter. The male’s hairstyle was out of this world. His head was bald except few parts that had a small bush of hair.
He did not seem to mind the laughter but Kyra sensed his hostility and questioned, “What is it to you?”
“Nothing, I swear. I just want to measure the freshmen’s strength myself!” He lunged forward with his fist.
Too fast.
Kyra barely drew her katana completely out of her scabbard. She raised her half-drawn katana to block his punch. Kyra was completely overpowered and was pushed back several meters.
Another fucking brawler!?
However, the punch attack wasn’t over yet. Kyra felt a shockwave from the fist hit her. More accurately, the shockwave was seemingly transferred from the fist to the katana to her. It concentrated at her chest and she was flung backwards into the glass windows of the lobby.
Bang bang bang
Rena fired three shots to which the brawler dodged all of it elegantly. He jumped in the air and extended a leg towards Rena. Rena fired upwards but was visibly missing her shots. His foot landed nicely and hard into Rena’s abdomen. Rena hit the ground and slid a distance with the brawler still on her. She immediately grabbed his ankle and pointed her pistol at his calf. Before she could pull the trigger, he kicked across her face. Her hand faltered as she slowly lost consciousness.
Fuck. He’s too strong. Is this all I have?
Rena had left her family because she felt undermined. Was it for naught? She thought she had become stronger even just for a bit. However, since coming here, she lost to Boomer and Aimi and was defeated by this hairless monkey.
Defeated? Lost? I’m not dead yet so I haven’t lost!
Rena snapped her hand upwards to his head and fired. The brawler tilted his body backwards. The bullet whizzed past his face, just a few centimetres away.
Bang
Rena fired with her left pistol that was at her side. Meanwhile, Cree was rushing ahead and went for a horizontal slice at chest level with his sword. The brawler was trapped in this deadlock.
He snapped forward, faster than the speed of the bullet and proceeded to twist Rena’s abdomen with his foot. Rena immediately screamed out in excruciating pain and she let go of her pistols. She tasted blood in her mouth and it was slowly foaming in her mouth. She spat it out so she wouldn’t choke in her own blood.
Cree put all his strength and speed into this one swing. The brawler brought his left arm up and block with ease. There was a tink sound. The sword did not even cut him. It was like he was using a plastic toy sword against metal.
“Cree!” Shiloh drew his knifes and sprang into action
The brawler grinned and grabbed the sword with his right arm and pulled Cree at Shiloh. They hit each other and both fell to the ground.
The fight was one sided and it was over. The brawler had won. Or so that’s what he thought. He heard a knife whooshing through the air. He brought his fist up to block the knife from stabbing his head. Unfortunately for him, the knife went through his hand. Though not fully, it still went through. His eyes widened.
Impossible. She can use-
The knife lodged in his hand was pushed further in with incredible speed and force, piercing through both his palm and finger. The blade almost reached his eye, missing a few millimetres. His eyeball began to shake and his iris shrunk. A knife dropped to the ground. That bitch swordswoman had thrown two knifes! She used the second knife to strike the first’s hilt, pushing it further in. This was interesting
“I fucking despise martial artists.” Kyra announced while leaking her killing intent.
The entire lobby became chilly and time seemed to have slowed down. The brawler was frozen in place and didn’t move a muscle but stared at Kyra as she slowly stood up from her sitting position.
I have to move before she strikes.
The brawler reached for the knife to pull it out. Kyra had already positioned for a straight lunge to slice off his head clean. The two stared into each other’s soul. Kyra lunged. The brawler took out the knife and prepared to parry the swing and punch through her face with his injured hand.
The two jumped towards each other, both with the intention of killing the other. Only difference was Kyra was out of pure anger, the other was for cleansing this world of evil.
They were almost close to striking the finishing blow when suddenly, a figure flashed in front of them and grabbed both of their arms. The brawler tried to stopped in his tracks but the momentum was too much to stop. Kyra simply didn’t care. To hell with it, she thought. She would just have to put in more strength and cut through the intruder and kill the brawler.
The figure grabbed both of their arms and spun along with Kyra and the brawler. One spin and she threw both of them in opposite directions.
“No killing unless authorised. Have you forgotten our laws, Zack?”
“I-”
“Initiated a fight that almost ended in a death match.” She interrupted the brawler, Zack, coldly without giving him a chance to explain.
She knelt before Zack and picked up one of his hair parts. “Do you want me to kill you right here, right now?”
Zack looked at her in the eye. Her eyes were as beautiful and sparkling as ever. But at the same time, they were frightening. There was a dangerous aura to them. He lowered his head, “No, President.”
“Good.” She smiled and smashed his head into the ground.
The floor, surrounding Zack’s head, cracked. A puddle of blood started forming. She left him and approached Kyra next.
“Well, well, Kyra Fukagi. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. I’m the Council President, Veinarica Diamond.”
Kyra said nothing. The throw across the room had broken several of her bones in her body and what’s worse was her right arm. The part of her arm where she had grabbed was completely bruised. The grip the woman had was iron clad. Kyra figured it would be best to shut up. If she were to provoke, she most likely would die or be in critical condition.
“Quite impressive that you managed to put a scratch on me. The way you twisted your hand with your katana and strikes down.”
Veinarica touched her left cheek and wiped away the blood bleeding from the cut.
She leaned in close and whispered, “I will be watching your progress in this Academy very closely.”
Kyra’s body unconsciously shivered. Whether it was out of fear, she did not know but Veinarica had presence that screamed to Kyra that she should not be fucked with. Veinarica straightened up her body and smiled as if reading her thoughts.
“Feel free to visit me in the Council Room. I would like to have you over for some tea.”
Veinarica pulled Zack’s non-existent hair and dragged him away along with her. Once the two left, Kyra slowly got up and gently massaged her right arm. Kyra could see the purple bruise slowly fade away. She flexed her fingers and sheathed her sword. She moved over to Rena and kicked her foot.
“You’re alive?” Kyra asked.
“…. barely. My insides hurt like a bitch…. I really don’t want to cross paths with that bald cunt.” Rena responded in pain.
“Well, I want to burn the rest of his hair off.”
Rena chuckled but ended up coughing more blood. Kyra pulled her up straight and patted her back, easing her excretion of blood.
“I think I had enough for one day. I need fucking sleep. I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” Shiloh spoke out of the blue. He grabbed his bags and left.
Cree watched as Shiloh entered the elevator. He sighed and asked, “Do you two need the infirmary.”
“No.” The two girls replied in unison.
“You sure?” Cree was puzzled. The two of them were pretty banged up compared to the boys. It seemed that they really needed medical attention.
“I’m a fast healer.” Kyra replied almost instantly.
“And I’m stubborn.” Rena admitted.
“Suit yourself.”
Kyra brought Rena to her feet and stared at Cree with a hint of mischief.
“Don’t just stand there. Help us with our bags.”
Cree dropped his head in disbelief. Maybe he should have followed Shiloh.
Their apartments were on the fifth floor. Cree helped Kyra and Rena into their room. Their room was impressive for a school dormitory. Kyra should probably stop being surprised. This was a prestige academy after all. There was a small and short hallway to the living room. The living room was considerably large. It even had a plasma TV for the student’s leisure. The kitchen was at the corner of the living room on the left after the end of the hallway.
Kyra brought Rena to the sofa and laid her there.
“Hey Cree, think you can get a cup of water for Rena?” Kyra asked.
“Yeah sure.” Cree dumped the bags in the middle of the room and headed to the kitchen area.
Kyra touched Rena’s forehead. She wasn’t hot and didn’t seem to have a fever. So that was a good sign, Kyra hoped. She wasn’t knowledgeable about this kind of stuff. She never needed to
Kyra heard opening of cabinets and running water. Soon, Cree came over with a filled glass in hand.
Rena took the glass and drank it slowly. Blood from her mouth mixed into the water.
“You feeling ok?” Rena asked.
“Like shit…. I will be fine by tomorrow.” Rena closed her eyes
“I’ll see you guys tomorrow. If you need anything, we’re next door.” Cree seemed to be ready to leave.
“Try not to peep on us,” Rena smiled wryly.
Cree laughed nervously, “I don’t think anyone with a sane mind will.”
With that, Cree retired to his room.
Kyra unfastened her katana from her waist and sat on the floor by the sofa. It had been a somewhat a long day and the day wasn’t even over yet. However, despite everything, she had made new friends. It had been a while seen she made new friends. Kyra wasn’t even sure that she could count her info brokers as friends. In a sense, Kyra had been shut off from the world for a very long time hence she didn’t socialise much. She did not know how friendship worked. Does friendship occur when both parties acknowledge it or does it happen with a sense of mutual respect?
While Kyra was lost in thought, she felt a hand pressed onto her the top of her head. She looked behind at Rena whom was slowly drifting off into slumber.
“Y’know, I’m glad that I became friends with you.” The words that Rena said cleared any doubts that she had earlier.
She ruffled Kyra’s hair for a bit and dozed off. Though Rena did not see it, Kyra was flustered for a while. Soon, it was Kyra’s turn to slowly fall into slumber and the two slept away without a worry in the world.







