"Oi."
"Come back here. Chunky chicken."
Logan froze, as soon as he heard what you just said.
Chunky. Chicken..? You aren't talking about him. No way.
There is absolutely no way that kind of insult exists.
He simply let out a sigh.
"I must have been with sheeps for too long. I'm getting confused."
Saying that, Logan just walked away. His hand inside his pants.
You sat there, confused.
How come he spared you? How come you guys didn't fight right away?
Was he.... Scared of you?
As that thought entered you mind, you triumphantly laughed. Maybe you were intimidating after all.
You've actually been worried lately.
No matter what, you were really strong. But before you displayed your strength, nobody was really intimidated by you?
Like you had no presence.
You thought you didn't look scary enough, since this body was more handsome than it was frightening.
But maybe, Logan could discern who was strong. Hence, avoiding you.
A grin formed on your face as you watched him walking away.
Well, you weren't going to let him go either way. You weren't an angel like Daniel.
So, the obvious decision here was to make Logan your gofer.
"Did you not heae me chunky chicken? Who here is chunky but you?"
Logan froze on his spot, turning back to see you right behind him.
Huh.
How come you were able to approach him so quickly?
He could've sworn he walked far away from you enough. And did you just call him a chunky chicken?
But besides that, how'd you get here this quickly? Speed?
Logan tilted his head, too surprised to even get mad at the fact that you called him a chunky chicken.
Impossible. No way you would be that fast-
Logan felt a sting of pain. What was that? An attack? He couldn't see anything at all.
But as a gifted fighter who fought countless times, Logan could tell that it was a punch.
A powerful one.
Blood trickled down his nose from the impact, and he looked at you again.
This time, alert.
Though he couldn't do anything against the countless attacks that stung him all over his body.
How weird. Normally. Logan's bone structure and fat, acted as an armour during fights. No matter the attack, he simply couldn't get hurt in the slightest.
It was weird. Why is it hurting him this much?
If it hurted this much, there was only one conclusion.
Had he been a normal average dude without bone density and a bit of fat, his ribcage would've been long crushed by the overwhelming power from your attacks almost immediately.
Your attacks had speed, and not only that, intense power?
How could he defend it? If he couldn't see it?
This kind of speed and strength... It's superhuman.
Perhaps, even more than that guy who offered to be secret friends with him..
Calm down.
There must be a flaw in you somewhere.
He grunted in frustration he got pushed back.
But, he grasped it.
Your weakness.
It could have been a perfect attack, but there was a flaw with it.
Your attacks were not suited for the amount of prowess they are delivered with.
Simply put, you only knew how to punch.
It's as if, you've never properly learned how to fight before.
But how would he counter your invisible attacks?
He suddenly grabbed your fist, twisting it and pulling it to a lock.
It hurted.
Was this guy trying to break your arm?
You had your speed, but you were quite inconsistent. Relying on your physique without any techniques, that's what you were doing right now.
You widened your eyes the moment he grabbed your fist.
How come he saw that? You were sure from your memories that this was the right amount of force to use on your punches.
Any more would completely break your opponent.
Vasilyev clearly defeated countless people with this body, so why couldn't you?
Perhaps... You were the problem?
You're weaker than Vasilyev?
You sighed.
Well. It doesn't matter.
You just had to put in a lot more force in it. That's all.
You lifted up your arm, lifting Logan's whole weight with it.
Hm. He was lighter than you'd initially thought.
With that, you slammed him straight to the wall in a split second. With a huge crack forming on the wall, Logan bleeding from his head as he spat out a bloody tooth.
"Damn.. First I got scolded by my seniors and now this. Give me a damn break. "
He groaned, looking down at the ground as his blood dripped.
He then looked back up at you. Weirded out by how quiet you were suddenly being.
Was this time for him to run away while you were distracted?
"So let me get this straight."
At that moment, Logan felt shivers down his spine just from hearing your voice.
How should this be explained...
As a fighter who has fought countless people, he could tell that you were undeniably dangerous.
"Apparently you're some kind of evil person and he wants you as a gofer?"
However, you weren't this intimidating a moment ago.
Your voice deepened, your tone and accent changed as well.
It was unusual. Everything was unusual.
Your gaze all the way to your presence had changed.
Almost as if...
It was another person.
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Vasilyev chuckled, looking at the mess that you've caused.
"Sounds fun."
Vasilyev knelt down looking at Logan who just sat there, leaning against the cracked wall.
"Brutal otaku who hides his true power, Logan Lee. "
He suddenly sat down to his level, grabbing his shoulder with a serious look on his face.
"Wha-"
He applied a polka dotted bandage to Logan's head, and put on some fake glasses that you had bought for fashion on Logan a few weeks before the autumn boot camp.
"You are now one of my four divine slaves."
The serious look remained on his face as Logan narrowed his eyebrows.
Logan widened his eyes, his teeth chattering as he unknowingly trembled in fear.
A psycho.
"Live life like a loser,seal your power and fight for justice."
Vasilyev said as he flipped out a paper and pen, writing a certificate of some sort that confirmed that Logan was apparently one of your 'Four divine slaves'.
Logan looked at you in disbelief. No matter how much stronger you were, he didn't care.
No one can get him to do something like that.
Him?
A slave?
That thought never ever crossed his mind during the entire life he lived his life dominating other people.
No matter how strong you were, or how intimidating you were, he had his pride.
Of course, he'd never do something like that.
He chuckled, lifting up his middle finger against you.
"You can go fuck off. Psychotic bastard." He said.
Damn.
He must have thought he'd look cool saying and doing what he just did.
Vasilyev widened his eyes, before a laughter emerged from him.
"Four divine slaves huh? Go play empire with your friends. Oh sorry. You have none?"
Logan mocked.
Vasilyev froze, his expression darkening as he looked down at Logan.
"Friends? Don't make me laugh."
Slap.
Logan raised an eye brow, glaring at you. It stung, but what of it? It's better to be slapped than be someone else's slave.
"I don't know what you're trying but you're never convinc-"
Slap.
His face flung in the direction you slapped him as tears his tears started collecting.
This time, it fricking hurt.
Instead of a person's hand, it felt like he was hit with a brick.
His eyes widened as he saw your palm flash before him.
And a thought popped up inside his head.
'Will i really be able to endure something like that?'
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Slap.
Walls splattered with blood, a few fallen teeth on the ground, as well as Logan with a unrecognizably injured black and blue as his tears kept flowing down his face.
Vasilyev tilted his head, looking at the scene before him.
"Logan, what are you? "
"T-the brutal otaku and the first.. Of the four divine slaves."
Slap.
"Again."
"The brutal otaku.. The first of the four divine slaves.."
"Good."
Vasilyev showed him a sweet smile, quite in contrast to the atmosphere. He handed him the certificate he wrote earlier, to which Logan immediately accepted.
"A shame, my time is almost up. Despite that, I wasted my time on you. Aren't you happy?"
"..."
Vasilyev grinned, raising his hand.
"Answer me."
"... Yes."
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