《Let's Explore The New World!》9.Cyril Really Likes Lemons
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After passing through the forest and arriving at the front gate of the school. Lucy suggested accompanying me until I completed my business with Cyril, because It's dangerous walking alone. Then she started rattling off examples like, getting a heart attack but when that didn't get a reaction she changed it to a super heart attack.(What the fuck is a super heart attack?) Some wild monsters can attack me and so on.So I agreed,wouldn't want to get a super heart attack now would I ?
We entered the gate of the school and walking down a familiar path. It's empty,I guess they are in class or something. I can look at this as a good thing,I'm pretty sure we would stand out . My robe has holes and tears,and I have dirt on my pants and shirt. For some reason Lucy's dress is completely spotless.wait why is it so spotless?
"Why isn't your dress dirty?"
"Hm? I have magic on it that prevents dirt from staining the dress"
what....
" That type of magic exists?! why didn't you cast it on my clothes ?!"
" I assume thou didn't mind getting your clothes dirty..."
" who likes getting their clothes dirty ! "
"animals"
" They don't wear clothes.."
" yeah but...If they had clothes I'm pretty sure they wouldn't mind."
........I really want to say she's wrong but that logic sounds solid..
" Let's just get to Cyril "
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We reached the 7th the floor.All that time running around in the dungeon wasn't a complete waste,I showed those stairs who wears the shoes in this relationship.
"It should be down this hall.."
For some reason,the closer I get to Cyril the angrier I feel..
"That's the door "
Lucy reaches out to open the door
"hold on " I grab her and gently push her to the side
"what's wrong?"
There is a sign that says "Meeting in progress.please knock and wait appointed time." hanging on the door.
You want me to knock? I'll fucking knock.
Ignoring her I take a few steps back and start strengthening my body with magic. This is going to feel good.
I run and kick the door open,sending the doors flying into the room.
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"KNOCK KNOCK MOTHERFUCKER"
There was Cyril, alone in the reception office,dancing while giggling to himself ,in a big lemon costume.you can only see his face,arms,and legs sticking out of the costume.
"ah"
For surprise
"ahhh"
For noticing me
"oh no..."
For noticing it's me
He tried to run into his office but in his costume he could only do this awkward crab walk.
" What's the rush Cyril? "
I run and shove him to the ground.
" Listen boy, we can talk about this ! I know you're mad but I beg you don't damage the costume ! "
"alright "
" S-Such an understanding lad...thank you." He sheds a tear.
In a swift motion reach down and tear the costume off him,leaving it in pieces.
Cyril is left on his knees with the only clothing on him is a loin cloth,staring at the pieces of his costume.
Lucy is standing in the doorway looking shocked at what just happened.
I feel a bit better.
I look at lucy " He'll get over it "
Cyril mumbles
" huh ? "
"UNFORGIVEABLE"
He quickly stands grabs me by the collar and throws me towards his office. I break through his doors and the glass door leading to the balcony.
"ugh.. fuck" If i wasn't enforcing my body with magic I would be out like a light. When I quickly scramble to get up I immediately get tackled by Cyril. We break the railing and fall on a slanted roof causing us to roll down. We fall off the building and land on a 5th-floor balcony.
""ugh..""
I shove him off, roll over and stand up
"You damn lunatic"
Cyril starts laughing as he stands up
" I told you,I told you.......It was MY PRECIOUS COSTUME ! DO YOU THINK IT WAS CHEAP ?! boy...I won't use any magic so you won't make excuses later....I'm gunna kick your ass"
I quickly use all the magic I can to reinforce my body
"Bring it on old man "
He runs to me and throws a punch,I step in and lean my head to the left while throwing a right hook landing cleanly on his face.
Fuck what's his face made out of ! feels like I'm punching stone.
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Cyril grabs my arm and my shirt while taking a large step to the side and swing/throws me through some glass doors.
I slide to a stop in the middle of the room. It's a classroom. All the students and the teacher are looking at us in shock.
I quickly stand up while picking up a large piece of glass and run to Cyril who was already approaching me.I throw the glass at him and while he guards with his hand I grab it,pulling it down and landing a punch on his face.While he was staggered I shove him towards a black board that took up most of a wall.Grabbing his head I start to repeatedly smash his face against it.Cracking the wall.
He elbows my stomach,causing my body to raise a couple inches from the floor.Then a punch sends me flying breaking through a podium and the door of the classroom,I land in a hallway.
"F-fuck.." I vomit on the floor then jump to my feet and start running down the hallway. Sure enough, Cyril is running right behind me ,his face partly covered in blood from his nose and mouth.You almost can't recognize him.
Students and teachers are looking out of their classroom doors and staring at us some in shock and some in excitement.
I glance back.... How is he catching up !? No magic my ass !
Running through various hallways,I grab a broom that was on a wall and wait at a corner.As soon as he turns the corner I swing the wooden part of the broom,hitting him cleanly on this face,breaking the broom. This only slightly staggered him.He looks back at me while breathing heavy and covered in sweat,then smiles.........That's fucking scary,where the fuck is Lucy ?!
He grabs my head and smashes it against the wall,leaving a dense crater and blood .Then with both hands picks me up and throws me out the window.The fifth story window.
" no no NO NO !"
I land on a table,completely crushing it .
"" WOAH""(Random students)
"ugh...."
My body feels numb and I'm disoriented
BAM
I struggle to stand up.Cyril had jumped from the window, he's breathing slightly heavy .
" What *Huff* can't take anymore? If you get down on your knees and apologize I might forgive you.''
"w-what * Huff* *cough* are you talking about ? If anyone is getting down on their knees it's yo-*cough" a little blood came out on the last cough
"bwuahhaha *cough* ...I wonder if you can take another punch "
" I'll be fine ....*Huff* since you punch like a bitch"
His punches hurt. Way too much for his age.
Looking around there was students everywhere,we were in a courtyard.They had trays of food and were staring at us, some were starting to take some distance and others were talking about where were the teachers
"Then there isn't anything more to talk about" He starts running toward me
"no there isn't" I ignore my shaky legs and run towards him .
He throws a punch but I duck under him,tackling him to the floor.
I quickly get up and put a knee on his chest and start pounding on his face. His noes bust open and more blood starts pouring out.
My knuckles were dyed a shade of purple and red,It really doesn't feel like I'm punching a person.
After the third punch he grabs my collar nearly tearing the collar as he pulls me towards him, headbutting me and shoving me off.
"ugh."
I slowly roll over and try to stand up,blood is dripping from my mouth. Suddenly a kick lands on my stomach, making me roll over onto my back.
Cyril leans in to try to pick me up. Grabbing a fistful of dirt I throw it at his eyes.
"GAHHHH !" he backs away
I slowly stand up and wipe my face.All I can smell is dirt and blood.
A crowd was formed around us.Then they split,letting a person rush through.
" RAHHHH LEEEEMOOOOOONS " Cyrils screams while looking at me,his eyeballs were red
Suddenly Cyril was sent flying with a kick,he crashes into a wall and it collapses onto him.
"*huff.... *huff Took you long enough Lucy.."
" Thou looks terrible..."
From the crowd a familiar face comes running.
"ah ... Belle.....It's been a while."
I collapsed.
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