*BOOM*
Another spike sent from the Ex-Olympic Volleyball player, this one sent with pride and malcontent towards one particularly unlucky individual. The victim falls to the ground as the so-called "Teacher" hides his smile and calls for somebody to take him to the nurse. "It looks like we might have to stop." he says, until a large grin spreads across his face. "Unless we have any volunteers willing to take Mishima-Kun's place?"
Akira had been sick of watching this Abuse be tolerated by the entire school, and just wished for some way to stop it instead of just sitting on the sidelines watching. Just in that moment an idea came to mind.
"I'll play." He said, confidently standing up.
All eyes went over to him, and Ryuji had wide eyes.
"Are you sure? You'd be playing against an Olympic athlete." He chuckled with a cocky grin.
Akira rolled up his pants and took off his jacket, revealing his surprisingly toned body, before letting The Joker come out with a grin. "Former Olympist." He countered slyly, causing whispers through the crowd.
Only Akira could see Kamoshida's face contort into one of annoyance before the grin came back, "Alright then, you were warned." He remarked before putting his hand out.
Akira boldly shook it, countering the tight grip of Kamoshida's with his own grip. The two looked dead into each others eyes with a glare. Kamoshida's one of attempted intimidation, with his one of Fierce Rebellion.
Talk broke out in the crowd after the confrontation. "Did Transfer just challenge Mr. Kamoshida?" "Did you see the looks they gave each other? They were stone hard glares!" "I hope Kamoshida-Sensei will be ok, Kurusu looked really scary." - "Are you kidding? This is Kamoshida-Sensei, he'll be sending Transfer to the shadow realm!" - "Hell yeah, give him a taste of his own medicine Kamoshida-Sensei!"
Akira was annoyed about how high and mighty they thought of Kamoshida, and he felt even more motivated. As he walked over to his position, he could see the other players stagger back a bit in fear. For once though, this didn't bother him. He was dead set on dethroning the "Bastard of Lust".
From across the court, Kamoshida called to one of the teachers for the ball, ready to start what he thought would be an easy beating. But as eager as he was for the beating part, he still had to put on a good show before his usual show stopping spikes, so he started with a bumb to one of the players. The ball began to volley a couple of times, before he gave the signal for the spike.
Akira had studied his spiking cues, and so he braced himself for the immense power to come.
The ball went flying up, before the King jumped up, and spiked it at the Rebellious transfer. Time almost seemed to slow as he looked into the boy's eyes, expecting fear, but finding determination and rage. But instead of him getting hit, or even trying to block it, he flipped backwards watching the ball fly under him and into a wall nearby where he last sat, before landing gracefully into a crouch. Time nearly stopped as Kamoshida once again looked into those eyes, of which have seemingly turned red. In them he saw what could only be possible in your greatest nightmares. None other than Satan himself. It sent a sensation through his entire body, that both burned and chilled him to the core. For a brief couple of seconds, the Gym was in pure silence. Only open Jaws and Wide eyes. Calm before the storm as they say. Then began the uproar of talking.
"What the hell just happened?!" → "Dude I think transfer if a god damn ninja!" "Is that a hole in the wall?" "How did he dodge that!" → "I know right! That Volleyball was going at least the speed of a race car!"" → "Nuh-Uh, more like a rocket!" "No wonder Kurusu isn't in jail! They probably couldn't keep the bastard in!"
"I don't know much about volleyball, but I can definitely say that's out of bounds, eh coach?" He proclaimed with a grin borrowed from Joker on his face. "Our serve, right, Sensei?"
He went to retrieve the ball from it's position, giving Ryuji a wink before walking back to the court.
"Anybody wanna serve?" He asked, but received shocked stares in response. "No? Alright then."
He decided that he would test his luck and continue to enrage the King, so a spike wouldn't work right now, so he went for a simple bump just to get the game back in action
The King was still baffled over what he witnessed within the boy's own soul, but not enough to lose his desire to beat his slaves. So he decided to attempt another spike, to the exact same fool who dared defy his first. All he had to do is aim inside of his court.
Once again, the ball went flying up, and was spiked. Time once again slowed, and ONCE AGAIN, those Crimson red eyes flared, as all muscles in the boy's body tensed in preparation. Instead of Avoiding it, this time, he swung his arms pressed together tightly, right into the ball. Most people in the crowd were preemptively wincing, expecting the almost bone shattering impact to come. His forearms and the ball made contact, the force was so great it might as well have been a punch from Shadow Shido. Too bad for Kamoshida, he could take one of those punches like a beast. The ball went flying back up in the air, almost to double the previous height, causing the stands to gasp.
I guess it's time to put the nails in the coffin. Perfect excuse to see if my jumping skills carry over from the metaverse.
He lept into the air like a Dolphin jumping from the sea, reared back his hand, and released all malice towards this bastard of lust into the ball. It flew like a bullet towards it's intended target, right in his face. The impact knocked him backwards, falling onto his back. His nose had been broken and his face would be black and blue all over. He got up and yelled. "The game's over! Send students back to their class!". This caused students to voice both their concern and hype.
"DUDE WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED!" "OH MY GOD IS KAMOSHIDA-SENSEI GONNA BE ALRIGHT?" "THAT WAS INHUMAN!" "thank you." "FIRST THAT FLIP AND THEN THAT JUMP? HOW!?" → "I DON'T KNOW, BUT MORE THE REASON TO STAY AWAY FROM TRANSFER!"
One voice in particular Akira could tell was from one of his best friends, even if they haven't even spoken yet. She was one of the reasons why he even bothered to do this, and as he turned to see her bright smile, he couldn't help but smile back. Walking back to his other blonde friend, he's met with wide eyes and a slack jaw. They just stare at each other for a second before Ryuji shouts "HELL YEAH DUDE!" and high fives him.
One of the many upsides of knowing the Future. He thought to himself.