I Was Forced to Become a Teacher in the Prestigious Fighter School
Episode 62's. School Exam prologue pt.3
My slow steps that went into the darkness of the building started to sound louder and louder.
The sound of a foot-banging sound was like challenging the kidnappers to meet me.
One by one they began to show the rogue trunk of his nose.
A condescending smile and a hint of worry were plugged in their faces.
"W-how did you get in?!" Said one of the kidnappers.
Unfortunately my path was not very visible, I continued forward and passed the spikes that sounded towards me.
"Woy! I'm talking to you!" Pitamnya.
If one-on-one maybe I can refrain from taking his life, but if it's been a wobble like this, it will be difficult. What's more, it's in the room.
After all, I had almost forgotten my original purpose.
'Don't kill anymore!'
To kill a man's life is like picking a flower in a garden.
I don't want to go back to being that kind of person.
Fight on! In order to complete my mission, the last mission of my friend.
My head felt like it had been pierced by millions of needles after remembering it.
An iron from the cold staircase I was holding myself back was getting out of control.
"Woy! You Budeg Man!" They came at me with an annoyed look.
THE JRASSSH!
I sprayed ice particles at their feet.
This makes their feet unable to move at all.
"W-what are you doing?!" He said as he smashed into the hard ice.
I pegged in front of the stairs, my body turning 180° without including my legs.
A blank look I give to those who resist.
As if there was a very strong pressure, the kidnappers just stared in fear of me.
The situation on the ground floor has been successfully secured, now the next floor.
The sound of my slow, loud feet getting smaller from their ears.
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The winds at high altitude made my nose and my ears turn red.
'The higher the floor, the colder, huh?'
Who made this place?
Unlike the previous floor, this floor is filled with frozen ice, slippery floor, there are cracks around it, and, and coupled with the presence of ice shaped like a needle that can be seen to penetrate a person's body if they slip there.
There was no one standing guard here, but this slippery floor filled with traps was enough to stop ordinary people.
"If you want to mess around, it's better the same as the others!"
I shook a wave of fire towards the middle of the floor.
Instantly, the trap-filled floor instantly melted and receded through the cracks.
If I remember, it's the same place where I froze the people downstairs.
Hopefully, nothing happens.
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My steps were getting louder on the third floor.
But the voices that greeted me still did not enter my ears.
And when we get there...
I'm disappointed in them.
"Too many obstacles!" I'm irritated.
My declining endurance meter made me have to take shortcuts.
Bak TUB
The sound of my free steps made towards the exit.
PRANGS!
The window glass on the floor was broken because it was hit by a fast object.
Objects that shatter the glass, immediately climb one by one floor until the end.
Last floor glass, I can't be rash.
My eyes pierced through the glass and began to walk down from the floor.
There was a blonde, big-bodied, white-skinned person playing with the princess's face.
The frozen body of the princess gave no sign of resistance.
There's not much I can do now, he's really annoying.
Just looking at it made me think of my brother.
PYARS!
The sound of broken glass shaking the entire floor.
"What's that?!"
Without giving them a chance, I ran towards their boss using light magic.
The sound of footsteps and hands trying to catch a flash of light seemed futile.
Only a fool would try to fight the speed of light.
Up to his boss, I quickly ambushed the guy's neck with an ice knife.
"So there really is, huh? Babu from Nova!" He tried to breathe.
"Be quiet, George Chris! from now on, your destiny and all your subordinates... It's in my hand!" Emptiness is heard from every word.
What destiny should be with them?
Binasah's?
Lived on?
In jail?
The agony?
Anxiety that never happened at this time, again felt.
I really have to choose it.
Note: Busy again, so the story is short.