The masked man sighed heavily as he looked down upon the old man.

"Ex Rank 10 Hero."

"Graultorn."

The old man smiled calmly.

The masked man blurred.

A hand landed on the old mans neck.

An arm lifted the old man up.

Before blood spilt on the floor.

A wrinkled corpse lay in the middle of the crater, its eyes hollow.

The masked man snorted.

Ex Rank 10 Hero? So what?

The masked mans eyes flared as he glanced at the surviving students.

Before a hand covered his eyes.

"Peekaboo."

Boom.

A fist stretched.

The masked man was sent flying back. His figure bent from the impact his stomach received.

His feet dragged back through the dirt as he saw the Old Man in front of him.

His arm muscles tensed as chaos energy formed in the crater, long strands of the energy reaching across the accommodation.

He shot his punch.

Boom.

A figure was sent flying back.

The old man watched as the figure hit the ground with a light smile.

Cough. Blood spilt.

"Gahr." The masked man panted in exhaustion.

"Failure, you can't even wi-"

"You've failed the fami-"

"Why are you even he-".

"SHUT UP." The masked man roared in outrage.

Chaos energy erupted from him as it scorched the nearby earth.

The masked man breathed heavily.

A meteor of energy came before him.

He raised his fast, chaos strands reaching across the crater.

Smash.

The masked man was sent flying back.

"Useless."

"Weak."

"Patheti-".

The masked man punched himself with his bloodied hand.

The masked man stood up as another meteor of vast blue energy came his way,

The masked man smiled cynically.

Two could play dirty.

The masked man released summoned an orb of pure destruction.

Its destination?

Deylors eyes met with a deep-red ball of chaos his life flashed before his eyes.

A frail silhouette entered his sight.

The ball met his hand.

The nearby ground blasted away from the sheer impact.

The old mans face sweated as his muscles tore and his feet were pushed backwards.

From behind a masked figure appeared.

A blade of pure chaos in his hand.

He moved his arm forward.

Boom.

An ethereal green dragon blasted the masked man away trailing him through the dirt for 200 meters.

The control professor wiped his forehead.

He looked back.

Strands of red.

A raising hand.

Pierce.

A hand pierced through the control teachers chest.

Before the control teacher manifested into wind.

The masked man looked back to meet a flurry of wind blades.

He blasted them away with an eruption of chaos energy.

The masked man wiped the blood off his mouth.

His mind attacked him from the inside.

"Failur-."

"Call yourself a Braver."

"I wish you were neve-."

The masked man slapped himself his eyes filled with bloodlust.

The professor and headmaster duo quickly released a sea of attacks.

The masked man stood still.

He spoke coldly.

"Now."

Boom.

The flurry of attacks imploded, sending the two old men flying back.

They quickly repaired their barriers before they saw a black silhouette erupting with strands of red above them.

Boom.

The silhouette struck down.

Another crater lay in the ground where they had been moments ago.

The control professor coughed up blood before a hand touched his neck.

A snap resounded.

A professor died.

No blood was spilt this time.

A masked man bearing the number 7 swiftly retreated.

The principal, bloodied and tired sighed heavily.

Surrounded by masked men he would have to go all-out one last time.

His body oversurged with blue energy as his grey hair glowed blue.

His eyes shone white-light as he looked down upon the masked men.

A figure behind a mask smirked.

The masked man bearing the number 8 snapped his fingers.

Silence.

He snapped again.

The silence ensued.

His eyes shook as he questioned the situation.

And then he realized.

He could not implode the super-nova of energy before him because he had no energy,

In fact, all of the energy from the surroundings had been drained by this newly-formed super-nova that stood before them.

The blue deity moved his hand from up to down.

And a great tiger entered the masked mens eyes.

It glowed with greatness as it descended upon them.

Its roor shook their foundations heavily.

They stood there, without the energy to move even a finger.

Standing up was taking most of their energy.

And as death descended a dropping sound slowly crept into the back of everyones mind.

Drip.

Drop.

Drip.

Dro-.

The blazing-blue tiger disappeared as a finger touched it. A ripple appeared on its surface before it slowly disappeared.

A masked man flashed before he touched the blue-deities shoulder.

His mask bore the number 0.

He nullified the blue-deities power as the blue deity quickly lost energy.

A sword, covered in red and blue travelled swiftly as it cut the wind.

It aimed for the new entrees neck.

He stopped it with a hand.

He looked back.

Blinding blue-light met his eyes as his body burnt.

The energy being this time, not stolen but rather destroyed.

As his inside quickly destroyed the blue deity regained his prowess.

He put his hand up.

A blue nova filled it.

And he took the masked men down with him.

Deylor tried to see what happened next but he saw but one thing.

Blue.

Blinding blue.

A whirring sound entered his head.

And the blue light left. Along with the gory battle-scene.

2 Weeks Later...

"Alan was a good man, husband and father. He saved countless lives in his long career and saved many more after his career ended. He will be remembered as the Hero as he was with his statue going inside the Hall of Hailure."

The crowd stood still.

"The terrorist group, Kraiten was also taken down by ty the principal alongside his fellow teachers."

People ambled to the coffin as they said their goodbyes.

After the funeral...

Deylor checked his body one last time before he left the hospital.

He entered his dorm.

Black.

He moved to the light when he felt something within in the darkness.

An eye opened in the darkness.

A force pulled at Deylors body almost ripping him apart. Deylor saw galaxies around him.

Deylors instincts told him to run.

Blink.

The eye was gone. Deylors instincts slowly died down.

As Deylor looked at where his dorm-mate used to be he sighed.

The school had lost its playful atmosphere.

Replacing it came a gloomy,sorrowful one.

The school was no longer the same place.

Deylor looked at the night sky on his bed.

And as he closed his eyes.

2 more opened.

"The seal is weakening."

And then 2 eyes shut once again.

For the last time.