Chapter 5: Fearless
Gideon yawns on his way to his first class.
He had tears at the corner of his eyes and looked tired and hopeless.
Right now, he is walking through the hallway to get to the creative arts hall along with other students who seem to focus their gaze on him.
~Fwoosh~
The breeze brushes through the trees in the school compound making them wave.
It was a magnificent setting coupled with the perfectly trimmed short grass.
But the friendly environment only tempts Gideon to sleep.
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~yaaaaawns~
How come today turns out to be such a drag? I almost died and I also found out that I'm still a little bit scared of death.
OK, maybe not a little bit, just a little bit over a little bit.
Ehem.
Anyways I think it'll be best if I postpone this thought, I'm freaking tired of these students staring at me.
Someone should tell them to stop.
"Is that him? The 'Fearless' one?"
"Yup, Gideon Promise"
"What was he thinking not avoiding the train?"
"He was probably seeking attention."
"With his life?"
"Look at him, you can go ask him yourself."
"What a pity, he's quite handsome, too bad he isn't afraid of death though"
"Girl you're tripping"
"Hehe, I can't deny it"
"He's got the look and the Luck"
"Tell me about it"
"Darwin Markus took him in as a disciple, what could be better than that?"
"Ugh...having him as your boyfriend?
"My friend has gone astray, Come on let's go or we'll be late for class."
Hehe, I can't deny that I'm quite handsome, maybe even more than some idols.
They don't call me the class's most handsome for nothing.
Although I share the title with another annoying boy, you get the point, right?
That aside, it turns out that the camera captured everything that happened in the train station and now, I suddenly turned into a celebrity.
They were quick enough to give me a nickname: "Fearless."
That's because the damned news broadcaster stressed the fact that I was smiling while facing death, and they called that "creepy".
Little do they know that I waiting for my life to flash before my eyes.
And also, it turns out that the old man who saved me was infamous too.
He is one of the few people to create a martial arts technique, not just any martial arts, but strong enough to be recognized by the 14 descendants and was given a seat among them.
He is also a pretty talented craftsman. I think that explains why he wants to study my necklace.
Honestly speaking, I do know that there's something off about this necklace too, but... whatever it's just a necklace right?
I would have sold it, but it might serve as a clue to regaining my lost memory.
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[Authors note:
I forgot to mention the power ranking.
My bad.
The power ranking of the martial artists goes like this:
There are 14 people in the Main House (HQ of martial artists in China), they are known as the pillars, and the strongest of them all is:
"The founder"
Each of these 14 pillars can decide to have a maximum of two families with a minimum of one, working under them, they are called the "Apostles".
They are the ones who will forever be loyal to their master and help them ascend their rankings, and to ascend a rank, your martial arts technique must be stronger than the person you're trying to overthrow.
Now, in every country, there's an HQ, and I. each HQ there will be 12 power martial artists in charge, and they are called the "Disciples"
Their power system is just exactly as that of the pillars, but for a Disciple, to be recognized by the pillars, he must have done something remarkable or his Martial arts are impressive enough to promote him to an apostle.
Apostles can also upgrade to the pillar, if they manage to fight their way through and defeat the strongest in that pillar, he becomes the new pillar.
If you're confused in any place, I'll attend to your questions in the comment section.]
************Gideon's POV****************
And Just for your information
I'm a horrible artist.
I can't draw a human being hell, I can bearly draw a human made of lines and circles, you know, the one everyone knew how to draw as a kid.
Yeah,
Pretty bad right?
But do not fret my dear, it's art, and there's never a mistake in art.
Mistakes just make your work look more creative and unique... or so I thought before drawing something that had a pretty close resemblance to a dog in a chicken's body.
I was made to see a psychologist, and I was questioned on what gave me such an inspiration which I had no answer to.
I barely escaped being charged to a psychiatric hospital.
Yes, I agree with you, that was pretty messed up.
On reaching the Hall's door, I had to slot in my student ID.
~beep~
It marked green as it verified my ID and my details were shown on the holographic screen.
{Name: Gideon Promise
Age: 17
Level: 3
Class: I
Seat Number: 60
Class participation: Very poor}
I don't know why that last info is there, I mean, it's not necessary, is it?
In this school, you're not allowed to enter another class no matter what., except it's a joint class where two classes will pair.
For example; during a joint class, class A and B will pair while C and D will pair and so on.
I hope that's enough for you to understand.
That's why each student is provided with a student ID, and of course, it has other uses too.
~Click~
The door clicks open
~Chatter~
~Chatter~
~Chatter~
Using my eye to scan for my seat I ignored the class noise.
And yes, I'm dead last.
Unlucky aren't I?
And to top that off, I share a desk with an annoying guy, who turns out to be the same person sharing my title as the "class most handsome"
When the class noticed my presence, the class quieted down a bit.
I'm used to this kind of attention since I'm the most handsome...
"Look! It's fearless!"
"..."
Danm that newscaster, I'll surely get you back for giving me suck a lame nickname.
But, the good news is that; my troublesome seatmate is absent.
He's not been coming to class often and when he comes, he sleeps off.
Pretty weird isn't it? Well, I guess the young boy has been busy.
Going to my seat, I waited quietly while others chatted amongst themselves
I can finally rest.
I try to avoid everyone, but it seems he's the only one who doesn't know how to read between the lines
A few minutes later, the teacher entered.
And Ladies and Gentlemen, She is a... "He"
I mean... our teacher is a woman but can easily be confused for a man.
She had beards although not much but it was noticeable, and a muscular body.
And to top it off, she had a thick voice and also teaches creative arts which is more of a male teacher's subject than a female.
"Yo, peeps! What's up!" The teacher shouted in greeting
"Cool teach" The students chorused
And there you have it, she also acts like a man.
*Crazy teacher with crazy students*
Thinking that I rolled my eyes.
Let's hope today goes well.
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