Snippet #2654241

Slam!

"AGGGHHHH!" A muscular third year slammed against the table with a thud and dropped to the floor, groaning in pain as he clutched his side. Enn looked around gleefully at the rest of the equally muscular gang, a hand gripping another groaning boy by the collar of his shirt. He smiled at them, wide and happy like a child who had just gotten candy from Willy Wonka's.

Combined with the dark aura radiating out from him like smoke from a bonfire, chilling every person it touched to the bone like a serial killer was about to come up from behind with an axe, it felt like the smile from a devil.

The remaining Soccer Hounds shivered and made no move, cold sweat trickling down their faces as they stared at the albino boy, who gave the groaner one last punch that knocked him out. Despite the fact that there was only one of him and five of them, they had seen first hand how he had taken down one of their members, muscles rippling smoothly in his body as he took his opponents down fast and skilfully like he had done this many times before.

They met each others eyes, a silent message passed to each other. This boy wasn't someone they could take on one by one. They'd have to rush him and hope that numbers would help them do their jobs.

Enn smiled at them. "Come on!" He yelled cheerfully, dropping the unconscious student he was holding. His eyes sparkled with glee, and he straightened up, pose casual and waiting and ready to move at any second. "This is boooorrring, hurry u-"

Before Enn had finished, the five charged forwards and surrounded him, lashing out impossibly quick with their legs. They had to defeat him, for the High Queen's sake!

CRACK Thud smack BASH "Nnnngggghhh..."

"I DON"T BELIEVE IT!" Another announcer roared, slamming his hand on the table. Some looked his way while others focused on other battles, voices cheering and booing loudly in the air. "THE SOCCER HOUNDS ARE OUT OF THE RUNNING! Famous for their teamwork and deadly kicks, the Soccer Hounds have won the Godbread twice every year! They were taken out by a first year with white hair! WHO IS THAT KID?!"

Enn casually stepped off the battered soccer player and smiled sunnily at the announcer as if he had just been given free icecream. He moved away from the pile of groaning soccer players, flitting around the battle like a butterfly of chaos as he defeated everyone who came his way with a quick punch or kick. They wouldn't be able to beat him, they were too weak! Some were entertaining, but they fell too easily. They'd have died in the facility, hahaha! Where was Damien?! He still owed him a fight, haha!

A glimpse of gold caught the corner of his eye, and Enn whirled around with a large grin. There he was! Enn smiled happily, but his smile grew dimmer when he noticed Ieyoshi fighting Damien. Awww, they couldn't play anymore! Boorring. Looking away, Enn went back to bouncing around the battlefield until he came across a blonde girl who seemed familiar.

Where had he seen her before?

Enn frowned thoughtfully, then smiled as recognition hit. Ah right! It was that girl from yesterday! The one who had scolded the one Damien had fought, hahaha! Maybe she'd be a good fighter! Ducking around two girls doing their best to kick each other out, Enn spun and landed directly in front of the girl from yesterday, leaning in so close that his face was inches from hers.

"Hi!" He said sunnily, ignoring the atmosphere around her. "Want to play?!"

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Leaning against the wall beside the announcers with a sigh, Shou crossed his legs neatly as he opened up the bento box he had brought from home, revealing a neatly packed lunch of rice, chicken and potato salad. Balancing the box on top of his knee, Shou paused and looked up at the battle.

Shou hadn't wanted to get involved in the breadwars, even though his brother took part the moment he figured out what was happening. He didn't want to take part in it at all! Normally he avoided the cafeteria whenever the Breadwars took place, but this was the first time Enn was taking part and Shou was worried. He knew he shouldn't be since Enn was a good fighter, but he was still worried about the people Enn might be facing. He had to see for himself that they wouldn't be hurt too badly.

He'd worried for nothing, as usual. Enn was happy, bouncing around here and there. Shou sighed and snapped open his chopsticks. Picking up the box. Japan had some really weird customs, eating rice with chopsticks. It had been three years, but Shou still had trouble with manoeuvring the chopsticks what he wanted them to pick up sometimes. Chopsticks in one hand and bento in the other, Shou looked down and dug in, filling his belly with food as he did his best to ignore all the screaming going on.