Snippet #2170611

Early in the morning, the young, brown-haired man had awoken and commenced his daily routine. Three sets of one-hundred push-ups, thirty-minute jogging, and finally, an hour of swordsmanship practice with his very own normal blade. Strength, endurance and technique were all important to the boy. His body was in prestine condition and his skills were sharp. What followed next was a healthy breakfast and another small walk to his academy.

As he stepped into the academy grounds, the announcement played through his mind. He continued walking forward without paying much heed to it, as he had heard it before. His original plan was to get to the Mission Clipboard and get himself something good straightaway, but he was halted by a nervous-looking, yet beauful girl. He stopped and offered a warm smile.

"Hello there." he greeted.

"U...uu....H-hello...." came her voice. It was obvious she was uncomfortable about something, yet Razeluxe wasn't sure what.

He dropped his smile for a worried look before continuing. "Is something the matter? You seem unwell."

"Uuuu! No! I... Well... was wondering....."

"Wondering.....?"

"Well...." she paused, as if summoning up deep courage. Razeluxe's eyes widened when her response came.

*SLAP*

"MEN LIKE YOU ARE SICK! JUST GOING AFTER OTHER GIRLS INSTANTLY!" he yelled before running off, leaving Razeluxe stunned.....and rubbing his face.

For a moment there, a hot sensation rested on his cheek where the girl's hand collided with his face. He wasn't sure which reaction was better, getting slapped or getting hit on. Man he was in a horrible position. He cursed the woman who started these rumors mentally before shaking his head a little and continuing onwards, mumbling something under his breath. It's too bad she believe those accusations without even speaking to him beforehand. But, there wasn't anything he could do at the moment, and he would dwell on it.

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Razeluxe's pace might've increased because he arrived at the board relatively quickly compared to one's expectations after being held up. He scanned the board with his eyes before deciding on a mission that looked rather appealing. But, when he went to grab it.......

..... it disappeared. Taken by none other that Death the Chick. He frowned, stuck between being motionless and wanting to tell her that he was eyeing that one. But, all that came out of his mouth was, "B-but....!". He closed his eyes and sighed, taking another mission that was around that same difficulty, just less appealing to him.