Chapter 193: Chapter 174 : Ralf Demonstrates

“...and that concludes the review session,” Cole said with a clap. “Consider this the first of many in your future. And speaking of the future, a word of caution. While there are plenty of fun easygoing Events like Paintball Royal, most Events will be gruelling experiences, so prepare yourselves for that. Okay, that’s everything, everyone dismissed.”

The students showed relief and joy as the lengthy session came to an end. Exhausted and emotionally drained, most sought the comfort of their beds…though, a few students had a bit more energy in them.

“Hm, Renzo, right? What’s the matter, want my autograph?” Ralf asked as the young man suddenly blocked his way.

Ralf tilted his head as he took in his fellow student’s scrunched-up features, as though ignorant as to why. Renzo was one of his final trap’s five victims, falling just after Skye. The orange-haired youth didn’t take his elimination well, the fist-sized indent in the tree and claw marks in the dirt being proof of that.

Renzo Iverson was a prideful soul. While not of noble birth, he greatly valued his lineage, for he was the descendant of an unbroken chain of Hunters dating back to the first Hunter Academy’s creation.

“Huh, what’s happening?

“A fight?”

“Oh, he’s going for it.”

“This will be good.”

The students quickly slowed their roll as they caught the two’s confrontation.

After a sustained glare, Renzo’s lips parted. “Hmph, don’t get cocky Rank 3,” he said, revealing his Rank 5 Telekinetic aura. “Your norin skills are good, but so what,” he spat with disdain.“It means nothing in a real battle. Your combat skill won’t do you any good there, nor will your weak EM attack. Acting all high and mighty because of today and yesterday’s showing, it’s ridiculous…Ralf, you’re nothing but a weakling, don’t forget that.”

His words received support and agreement from a good chunk of the students. Hearing Renzo, their moods lifted and they felt better about their performances over the last two days. In their minds, so what if Ralf was good at norin combat? That wasn’t real battle.

The Hunter Academy was a place for strong and talented psionics, which they were. So, while he might be superior in these contrived scenarios, he would fare the worst in Psi battles. All were confident in trouncing a mere Rank 3 Telekinetic.

With such thoughts circulating the room, the bitterness and frustration on the students’ faces quickly cleared up and their postures began shifting.

“A weakling huh,” Ralf repeated before nodding. “That is true,” he didn’t deny,” in the grand scheme of things, I am.” Renzo and the others showed satisfaction at the words…but Ralf wasn’t done. “That said…everyone else here is too, not just that, you all are weaker weaklings,” he said with a smirk as he glanced around the room.

The words garnered a strong reaction from his fellow students.

“Huh, are you crazy!?”

“Weaker than you, as if!”

“A Rank 3 and you think you’re all that, absurd.”

It wasn’t only Renzo and the crowd who were triggered, a few in Ralf’s group were as well.

Charlotte quickly swooped in and wrapped her arm around his shoulder. “You think I’m weaker than you,” she said with a squint. While phrased like a question, her words were anything but.

Ralf didn’t falter under her hold and pushed his face against hers. “They say there’s plenty of fish in the sea, I suppose you’re a goldfish. Charlotte, you forget your place too quickly.”

Charlotte gritted her teeth before pushing back. “Don’t get carried away, hotshot. If we fought with Psi, I’d have you on your ass in seconds.”

“Seconds huh…it seems I was wrong, you’re not a goldfish, you’re a clownfish.”

“You…!”

With no regard for each other’s personal space, the two pressed their faces against each other. Neither backed down on account of their pride and the two’s tussling progressed further and further until they were no different from bulls locking horns.

Renzo and his flock watched the pair’s antics with gazes burning in green fire.

“Haa, just get a room you two,” Skye said, shaking his head.

The pair in question had their eyes flicker in response. Charlotte relented first, pulling back before cupping her chin. “Hm, a room…that’s not a bad idea. Up for it, quickshot?”

“Are…we on the same page?”

“If that page lists the most attractive, definitely not.”

“Hard agree,” Ralf said snappily and with a grin on his face, quickly shifting Charlotte’s smirk to a scowl.

This proved to be her limit. She smashed her fist into her palm and her Rank 5 Psi flared up. “That’s it, we’re doing this. Me and you, one on one, Psi battle.”

“Very well, let’s…” Ralf’s voice trailed off as the Mental Link suddenly connected.

[[It’s almost time.]]

Reminded of his duty, Ralf quickly shifted gears. “...not.”

“Not? Don’t tell me you’re scared?” Charlotte taunted, folding her arms before her chest while wearing a provocative smile.

“I’m just pressed for time is all,” Ralf corrected before turning back to an incredulous Renzo. “Usually, I’d set up a match to prove my point, but as you heard, I’m in a rush so I’ll give you…and everyone here a quick demonstration, to lift the curtain and return you all to reality.”

At the words, an unexpected voice sounded out. “Oh, the Reality Punch.”

“Mm,” Ralf and the others snapped their gazes over to Cole at the podium. He had been observing the interaction silently, bearing his usual smile. “You know of it…of me?”

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“Of course. I’m well aware of you, young man,” he replied with obvious glee.

As a senior Event Coordinator, he was part of the Academy’s inner circle and thus came to learn about Ralf’s existence around the same time as Sigurd. He had consumed everything about the young man that he could, and in truth, was a huge fan.

It was why, despite Ralf’s actions going against everything a Hunter should be, he didn’t overly criticise them, knowing what the young man was really capable of. When Renzo confronted Ralf, Cole couldn’t help but grow giddy. He loved these types of interactions, and Charlotte’s involvement only sweetened the deal.

“Reality Punch? What’s that,” Charlotte asked, sensing something ominous about it. She wasn’t alone, the other students also began tensing up. Ralf ignored her and refocused on Renzo.

“My Combat Master title wasn’t earned because of my norin skills, no, it was earned because of my Psi combat prowess.” He raised his right hand and let it burn in blue flames. “I’ll settle this with a single punch.”

Renzo squinted. “Are you insane?”

Ralf shook his head. “I could ask the same of you. When encountering an unknown, one should be cautious, and yet here you are rushing in dauntlessly…foolishly,” he said, Renzo’s fists clenching up. “Okay, everyone, gather around and focus up.”

The students took to his words no different than if they had come from a Cole, in fact, even Cole sharpened his senses to catch what was to come next.

Ralf nodded as he collected everyone’s attention. “Okay, now for the demonstration,” he focused forward on the unnerved Renzo. “Put up your best shield.”

“And then you’ll destroy it with one punch?” Renzo said, showing a ridiculing look.

Ralf smiled. “Seems you’re finally catching on. Anyway, go ahead and pour every last iota of Psi into it.”

Renzo needed no further suggestion. He gathered up all his Psi and constructed his Psi armour. Importantly, he also put up an EM barrier and a heat-resistant barrier just in case.

Ralf showed approval before nearing the other. He did a last glance around the room before returning his gaze to Renzo. “Okay, everyone ready? In three two one…go-”

*Shatter*

“Argh!”

Renzo’s expression instantly crumbled as the jab knocked the wind out of him. In agony, he fell to his knees and clutched his stomach with both hands while desperately gasping for air.

Renzo wasn’t the only one whose expression twisted up; in the aftermath, everyone else’s had too, and even the usually blank-faced Lane couldn’t help but react strongly. In their stunned silence, Ralf extinguished his ‘flame’ and returned his hand to his sides.

“You mentioned real battle, well, if I was serious, I could have easily killed you just now. Not just you, but everyone here. No one would think I could break through their barrier, I’m a Rank 3, a weakling after all,” Ralf said before sending a smirk towards Charlotte, whose face quickly shifted from awestruck to sour.

The Onic Master wasn’t a sight out of place at the moment. Bitter expressions were aplenty. His words rang true after all. Had a Rank 3 tried to punch them, they would very likely tank the hit believing that they would be able to withstand it, and had they done so, they would end up no different than the downed Renzo.

“Y-You’re a fake,” one student accused with a shaky voice. “T-That that was a vibration technique.”

At the words, the rest of the students caught on and the looks they directed toward Ralf drastically shifted, with several even taking a few steps back out of fear.

With the notion out in the open, the students’ thoughts went wild as they conjured up various theories about the apparent Fake before them.

Ralf saw these light bulb moments and smiled in amusement, before deciding to correct the record.

“That was indeed a vibration technique, but I’m not a fake.”

“Huh, of course you are, how can a Rank 3 use Automatic Aur-”

“He’s not,” Cole’s voice cut in. Attention quickly shifted to him. He cleared his throat and continued. “As unbelievable as it is, Ralf is not a fake, and this is no secret test or anything of the sort.”

“But…”

The Event Coordinator nodded at the denier. “Yes, it may seem so, but it is not, believe me. Our Academy’s Headmaster Sigurd Lund, an Ascendant, has confirmed Ralf’s status. He’s a Rank 3 Telekinetic, though a very strange one.”

The students couldn’t agree more, with nods following in mass. Ralf scratched his cheek as he took in the perfect synchronicity. Skye saw this and approached to give the Transmigrator a few pats on the shoulder, which Ralf greatly appreciated.

“We don’t know how, but he’s been shown to possess abilities that he shouldn’t, his vibration technique being one of them.”

Eyes flickered at the words and students grew curious. What other impossible abilities did he have access to, they wondered. The shadow Ralf cast rapidly darkened and expanded in the minds of the students present.

Cole’s gaze moved to the Transmigrator, joining everyone else’s. “Ralf, I’m quite the fan. I understand you’re busy now, but I’d love to have a chat sometime. What do you say?”

“For a fan, of course, I’ll make the time,” Ralf said with a smile, before patting his coat only to realise he was out of sweets. “Ah, oh, usually, I’d hand out a candy but a certain glutton ate it all,” he said while pointing an accusing gaze to Yuki, who just shrugged.

Cole smiled all the same. “No need, your words are sweet enough. Any more and I’ll get diabetes.”

[[Hurry it along.]]

At his other self’s reminder, Ralf made haste. He turned to the recovering Renzo and patted his shoulder. “I don’t dislike your hot-headedness, but learn from this.”

To Ralf’s pleasant surprise, the other ended up nodding. The Transmigrator showed an approving look before breaking into stride. He zoomed through the maze of statues he had induced and reached the entranceway. “Lane, Snowball, debtors, follow along, we have words to trade.”

Those mentioned traded glances, again questioning the life decisions which lead them to this point. In the end, they collectively agreed that they made the right choices and followed in the footsteps of the enigma.

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