Standing nearly two meters tall, with a powerful physique and steady stride.
With honey colored eyes and shoulder length wavy black hair, Deebt walked calmly toward the stage.
Under everyone's gaze.
He could see joy, envy, respect, amazement, surprise…
A flood of emotions all stemming from one source: the students.
Deebt looked coolly at all the students, then turned his gaze toward the vice principal and the second and third place finishers.
The girl named Sky looked at him with respect and admiration.
Deebt saw her gaze and understood it, she wanted to challenge him.
The boy named Hol, on the other hand, showed clear disgust and envy.
Deebt paid no attention to any of this.
He looked at the vice principal, a faint smile played on his face.
Sarcasm?
No.
A greeting?
Deebt pondered this.
The vice principal was amused, it was true that he had sold Deebt's papers to motivate the students, but his gaze favored the collective over the individual.
Deebt felt that his entire behavior was a small test of the three factions, but Sky and Hol showed no reaction, they simply took it in stride.
For Deebt, it was different.
While studying the myths of ancient history before the system existed, he discovered that every small piece of information could completely tip the scales in war.
That is why analyzing Deebt's approach and presenting it to others is both good and bad at the same time, this will let the vice principal know whether you are flexible in dealing with situations where your enemy discovers your plan or not.
'Annoying.' Deebt thought as he approached the vice principal.
No expression, no unnecessary movements, not even a smile graced Deebt's face.
Deebt didn't bow in respect, instead, he extended his hand to shake the vice principal's.
The vice principal's eyes widened slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.
Deebt noticed that subtle movement and smiled faintly.
He wanted to turn the tables.
"Was it difficult for you to hide my abilities?" Deebt asked calmly and directly.
This was unexpected, both Sky and Hol looked at him in surprise.
'What? This boy is amazing.' Sky thought, and a happy smile appeared on her face.
'How can he be so bold?' Hol averted his gaze from them.
Fortunately, the microphone was only picking up the vice principal's voice, so only those on the stage could hear it.
Only the vice principal and the winning students were present, there was no one else.
Guards? Supervisors?
'The drought' itself is on the stage, what greater protection could there be than that?
The vice principal took the microphone and turned it off, then looked at Deebt with a smile.
"Hahaha, student, you're truly entertaining. So that's how you respond to my trick. But do you think you have the right to question me?"
Then he unleashed a terrifying intent to kill toward Deebt.
Sky and Hol felt it too, and they bent toward the ground from the sheer force of the pressure, even those near the stage felt cold sweat begin to pour down their backs.
Crack, crack.
It was the sound of the stage emitting faint cracking noises.
Deebt looked calmly at the man who wanted to kill him, there was no reaction anyone else could have in this situation.
Beg for mercy?
Apologize?
That would just make this show boring.
Deebt drew his sword and pointed it directly at the vice principal.
True, the pressure was immense, but in the end, it was merely the intent to kill.
The weaker the spirit and the weaker the will, the weaker the person.
Unfortunately, Deebt was not that kind of person.
He sought to survive and came to the academy for the challenges and to overcome battles to grow further, even if his nature was cautious, cowardly, and cunning, he was not without the will and strength to face danger.
Deebt attacked.
This broke every unexpected pattern that could occur in such a situation.
A student attacking the vice principal, ranked 19th in the world.
What kind of person is Deebt Jacks?
At that moment, the students' thoughts were united toward one person: Deebt.
Respect and fear, these emotions overwhelmed the hearts of many witnessing the scene before them.
Deebt attacked in a "|" shape from top to bottom, the vice principal dodged easily, then Deebt changed his grip on the sword for a moment to attack in a ")" shape.
To no avail, none of his attacks hit the vice principal, yet Deebt continued his assault.
In his view, the moment the vice principal intended to kill him, Deebt was in survival mode, anything other than survival was irrelevant.
So he attacked with everything he had, everything he knew, to no avail.
Many students backed away from the stage.
'This student? He's truly brave. He's attacking with the intent to kill me. Has he responded to my own intent to kill in this way?' the vice principal thought as he dodged.
…
Meanwhile, one of the cameras was recording what was happening.
A trembling man watched the scene and smiled madly.
The other observers watching the same screen were stunned.
"Fer, see? I told you this boy is amazing."
"Yeah, he's a true genius."
Only two people spoke amid the silence.
"You're both right, Calitos and Magister, he's amazing."
Fer, a man with black hair and a few streaks of purple, stared intently at the screen.
'Who is this boy?'
'Why is he like this?'
'What kind of mind is this?'
'Why isn't he afraid?'
Questions flooded Fer's mind.
But he didn't voice them aloud.
Then Fer vanished from where he was standing.
…
In the center of the stage, the attacks continued, and the vice principal kept dodging.
Finally, after several strikes, he raised his hand and decided to attack.
In that split second, a small drop of water fell between the vice principal and the sword.
Deebt shifted his tactics, opting for a different maneuver by throwing his sword and advancing for hand to hand combat.
The moment the drop touched the stage's wood, a massive tree with vibrant green leaves sprouted forth. It blocked the sword, halted the move the vice principal was about to make, and prevented Deebt from advancing.
"Alright, stop." a man spoke in an enthusiastic, amused voice.
With streaks of purple in his hair, he stood atop the tree and then leaped onto the stage.
The vice principal stopped.
The previous intent to kill had vanished, so Deebt stopped.
"Deebt, take the prize and then retreat to your room." Fer's tone changed, he became serious.
Deebt looked deeply at Fer, then looked at Sky, who seemed to be enjoying herself, but the defiant look in her eyes had vanished.
Hol was completely stunned by what had happened, he looked at Deebt cautiously.
Deebt picked up the last bag on the ground and left the stage without another word.