Inside Sirius Academy—
Gayle walked in, holding a bottle of tequila. As he approached the group gathered around a fire, feasting on roasted meat, he made his way directly to Alan's side.
"What happened today… was a bit too impulsive."
Still tending the meat, Alan replied without looking up,
"Strike hard with the first punch, and you won't need a hundred more later. People naturally prey on the weak—Lioncrest Academy even more so. The only way to make them back off is to make them hurt, make them fear. If not, they'll keep pushing."
Gayle said nothing.
Francis quietly continued eating, while Fort nodded in agreement.
"People aren't so different from beasts. In the jungle, if you don't kill the predators, the predators will eat you. The only way to survive is to strike first—or become strong enough that no one dares come close."
He glanced at Alan and grinned.
"Besides, today's fight was damn satisfying!"
Francis chimed in, clearly still fuming.
