DALNO: The Beginning/Phase 1
February 27, 3142, 7:25 AM at Bomei Elementary School, Homura.
I did not kill him,
W-We never did that.
The boy opened his eyes and met a fist to his face.
We never killed him.
The boy fell to the ground as more kids ran to beat him.
We are not the culprit.
I will prove the government wrong,
and destroy the man who started all of this,
A total of eight male kids left the boy in a bloody state as the school ring ended the fight. Seeking revenge, the boy found an opening, picked a rock, and rushed to the kids. Suddenly, a teacher named Raiden holds his hand stuck. And sighs.
“Bullying again? Cain? Lucie?”
“No, we did nothing. The Ashite only smashed the rock to his face so he can frame us for attempted murder” An accomplice of the two replied.
“Hmph,” Why, why, I’m a teacher, yet, I don’t have the guts to prevent bullying, is this the effect of the law? Did the law get absorbed into my brain like a dried cacao seed? Either way, forgive me for not protecting you, for the damned 2263rd time. “You kids, start going to your classes, for you… you can go home for now”
“Okay”, the boy weakly replied.
As Raiden told, the kids went to their respective classrooms while he gazes at the boy approaching the school gate with the fresh, open wound and blood leaks he got from today’s discrimination.
The pointy view of everyone towards us,
The harsh accusations they throw at us,
It hurts more than any worse bruises I ever got.
Are you fucking satisfied?
Later on, a jaywalker sees the boy’s bruises and struggle, then proceeds to laugh and throws a medium-sized rock to the back of his head and thuds to the ground, losing his footing.
“Ha, damn Ashite sleeping on the street? go back to hell”, the jaywalker said with a killer-like grin.
The jaywalker continues to throw rocks at the boy. Either big, small, or bigger, as long as the jaywalker can recognize a thing as a rock, he’ll throw it towards.
The jaywalker starts to bore. Can’t do anything? huh, Ashite. It then rushes to the boy with an intent to kill while the boy shuts his eye, waiting to take the beat.
Suddenly, the rushing noise ends, and a thud is heard on the ground. A voice of a man spoke.
“Hmn, don’t fight the opponent while it’s down, you schadenfreude”
The boy slowly opens his eyes, clearing his vision, the jaywalker is down, then looks at his back, the voice came from a teacher that jumped from the second-floor building near them with the proof being the only open window in the building.
“M—Mr. N—Naiyhto”, The boy weakly said.
“Hmn, start walking, the scenario kept my students distracted”, Naiyhto replied, then left on the way back to his class.
The boy stood up and continued to walk, watching the teacher walk to the school building.
A guy of work more than words.
He’s a teacher from a neighboring school of mine.
He protected me,
In his secretive ways,
For the 2263rd time.
As the boy continuously walks, he unknowingly passes someone walking in the opposite direction.
The two lined up before their current step landed.
The cyan-haired kid with a lightning ahoge slightly turned his head to the boy, mindfully saying.
The kid turned his head back before they landed their current step, and continued to walk.
Seconds later, the kid glimpsed the boy once more, turned back, and sighed.
So they've done it again, huh?
Anyway, let’s memorize that again.
I am Blaze Lissclion.
Son of Aston and Embre Lissclion.
I don't have any precise dreams to work on.
Except for one thing in particular.
I want to be popular.
Not in the same way as my family is known for.
But to make my own name in history.
The moment Blaze stood on the school grounds, the students noticed his presence and started to yell his name, but only the family name.
It’s frickin’ Blaze Lissclion.
Tch, insolent people, for the 2263rd time.
Blaze is walking in the hallway, gritting his teeth, with the students still appraising his family name.
I need to become popular with my name…
I, I AM
Blaze unwittingly tripped over a kid in a black jacket, and with his face fall flat to the ground, he died.
“Oh sorry, my bad”, said the kid in a black jacket.
The students watched Blaze in silence as he got helped by the kid. The moment Blaze walked.
“HOW DARE YOU TRY TO KILL A LOYAL LISSCLION YOU DAMN KID”
The students start to beat the kid in a black jacket like a delinquent while Blaze grinds his teeth as he hears the blows interacting with the kid’s body.
Sorry, a fellow student.
I just can’t defend him in front of everyone.
I--I’m too scared to make a smudge in my family name.
Even though it’s my goal, I--It’s hard to do it.
Because everyone saw us as one loyal bloodline, and one failure in public might blame all of us, I don’t know.
That’s also why—
I need to get known not because of what my lineage has done.
But from the things I still have to, and will be done.
Because failure is already in my genes, that’s another reason why I must do it.
Blaze entered his classroom, with students and school staff still giving him the same respect as every Lissclion is treated.
On the way to his seat, anger is present in his eyes, the students' cheer annoys him, as well has reserved respect.
I hate this,
No one cheered by my name,
AND I HATE IT.
I need to get treated differently
The same difference as that Ashite
But I don't envy that devil for it
Since mine will become
The moment Blaze sat down, the students stopped and started walking to their classrooms.
The class started their first subject, History. As it progresses, Blaze gets bored and starts to write a short story in his notebook.
BLAZE VS SHAT APOCALYPSE
Vincent pooped so hard, that he died. He shat throughout the whole world, covering his Lil shat into children’s mouths.
Then Blaze punched the heck out of him and he stopped pooping like a heck
But it’s too late cause he’s already dead as frick.
Blaze reads his work and gets a giggle until a sound of a guy clearing his throat is heard. Blaze stopped, slowly raising his head, the teacher’s gaze aimed at him.
“You’re laughing, the founder in today’s lesson died and you’re laughing?”
Blaze stutters as he processes an answer. The moment he speaks a coherent syllable, a classmate takes over and does the reasoning instead.
Blaze is shocked by the classmate’s cover-up and starts to get pissed while he puts his head down.
“Don’t worry, I got your back. Lissclion… Drake?”
Blaze’s dandelion pupil shrinks as he hears the classmate’s words.
Did he just,
He cut my reasoning with this random story,
And defiled my name to its fullest.
If only I don’t have this reserved privilege,
I could’ve done more than just sit.
As the class continues, Blaze crunches his palm and silently punches under his desk to somehow lessen his rage.
Hmph, I wonder if that Ashite is doin’ better than mine.
Curious, yet unconcerned.