"I'll handle this," the boy—clearly the leader of the group of idiots—declared with a confident smile.
One of his lackeys quickly handed him a strange-looking wooden sword, adding in a smug tone, "Careful not to dirty your new clothes."
The leader took the weapon with a casual nod. "Relax." Then he turned to Kael, striding toward him with arrogance. "One strike will be enou—"
Ah, of course. The classic scene of an idiot who has no idea of the level of danger he's in.
The boy lunged forward swiftly, his sword aiming straight for Kael's neck. Against an average student, it might have even looked impressive. But… it was still just a wooden sword.
Kael sighed. Without haste, he raised his hand and stopped the strike with ridiculous ease.
The impact was nonexistent. The wooden blade didn't even make his muscles tremble.
Silence was immediate.
The spectators froze, eyes wide. As if this wasn't the obvious outcome.
