The next morning arrived at the Tristain Academy of Magic, the sun just beginning to rise over the towering spires of the castle-like school. A soft glow bathed the cobblestone pathways, and the crisp morning air carried with it the usual sounds of birds chirping and students stirring from their slumber. Yet today, an unusual tension hung in the air—one that hadn't been there before.

Louise walked confidently down the corridor toward her morning class, her head held high. Her uniform, neat and pristine, fluttered slightly as she walked, and her steps echoed sharply in the quiet hallway. Behind her, looming like an ominous shadow, was Broly. His tall, muscular figure practically blocked out the light behind them, casting a long, intimidating silhouette. His arms were crossed, his expression locked in a perpetual scowl, the anger from the day before still simmering inside him. Every step he took was filled with resentment, each footfall a reminder of the humiliating mark that kept his power suppressed and bound him to this small, overconfident girl.

Louise, however, seemed oblivious to Broly's inner turmoil. In fact, she was almost glowing with confidence. The attention she was receiving from her fellow students didn't go unnoticed, and she relished every second of it. As they passed by groups of students heading to class, hushed whispers followed in their wake.

"There she is..."

"That's the girl who summoned him, right?"

"I still can't believe she did it. Louise of all people..."

Their voices blended into a constant murmur, filled with awe, disbelief, and, in some cases, fear. Louise couldn't help but smile to herself, basking in the recognition. Gone were the whispers about "Louise the Zero." Now, she was the girl with the legendary familiar. It was everything she had ever wanted—to finally be noticed, to finally be taken seriously. And Broly, for all his grumbling and anger, was the key to that.

Broly's eyes, however, swept over the students with disdain. He could feel their fear, smell their apprehension. It disgusted him. He wasn't here to be gawked at by weaklings, and the fact that he was being paraded around like some sort of spectacle only deepened his fury. His muscles tensed with every step, the urge to destroy building inside him, but every time he tried to summon his strength, the mark on his hand would throb, sending a sharp, burning pain through his arm. The pain kept him in check, though it did nothing to quell the rage.

As they approached the courtyard, where the path split toward the various classrooms, Louise caught sight of a familiar face—Kirche, her long-time rival, standing with a group of students. Kirche had clearly noticed her as well, and their eyes met for a brief moment. There was no mistaking the look of surprise that flickered across Kirche's face before it quickly morphed into her usual smirk. She leaned toward her friends, whispering something that caused a few of them to giggle.

Louise's jaw clenched, but she didn't break her stride. Instead, she shot a smug smile in Kirche's direction, then casually tossed her hair over her shoulder as if to say, Yes, I really did summon him. She couldn't help herself—this was her moment, and she was going to milk it for all it was worth.

As they passed by Kirche and her group, Louise made a point of slowing down just a bit, giving them all a good, long look at Broly. His presence seemed to suck the air out of the courtyard, and the group fell silent as he walked past. Even Kirche, ever the bold one, couldn't quite hide the flicker of unease that crossed her face as she watched the towering Saiyan follow Louise.

"Good morning, Kirche," Louise said, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. "I trust you slept well?"

Kirche raised an eyebrow, her smirk faltering for just a second. "Oh, quite well, actually," she replied, though there was a hint of tightness in her voice. "And you? I'm sure having such a... large guest must've been... uncomfortable."

Louise chuckled lightly. "Oh, not at all. Broly here is very well-behaved." She glanced back at him, her expression smug. "Aren't you, Broly?"

Broly's eyes narrowed at the sound of his name, and for a moment, Louise thought he might say something. She could feel the weight of his anger pressing down on her, but she kept her cool exterior. Instead, Broly remained silent, his jaw clenched tightly as he glared at Kirche's group, his mere presence enough to make them avert their eyes.

Kirche, clearly annoyed at the display, forced a smile. "Well, enjoy your day, Louise," she said with a wave, her voice laced with false cheer. "I'm sure everyone will be watching closely."

Louise gave a small nod and continued on her way, satisfied with the interaction. The courtyard buzzed with murmurs again as she and Broly moved out of earshot.

Broly, still seething, could barely keep himself from grinding his teeth as they walked. This is ridiculous, he thought, barely restraining the urge to tear the place apart. Kakarot... I should be fighting Kakarot. Not this... circus!

As they turned another corner, Louise noticed a few professors standing near the entrance to one of the classrooms. They were deep in conversation, but the moment they saw her and Broly, their words stopped mid-sentence. Professor Colbert, who had been particularly shaken by the events of the summoning, adjusted his glasses and stepped forward, clearly intent on addressing the situation.

"Miss Vallière," Colbert began, his voice a bit more strained than usual. His eyes flicked up to Broly for a brief second before settling on Louise. "I trust everything is... under control?"

Louise smiled brightly, her hands clasped behind her back. "Oh, absolutely, Professor Colbert! Broly has been nothing but cooperative. Isn't that right, Broly?"

She glanced back at Broly again, but this time, there was a slight edge of nervousness in her voice. She knew that despite his obedience thus far, Broly was still unpredictable, and if anything were to happen in front of the professors... it would be a disaster. But Broly remained silent, though his glare toward the professors didn't go unnoticed.

Colbert cleared his throat awkwardly, his eyes flicking to the other staff members, who were also visibly tense. "Very well, Miss Vallière. But do remember that summoning such a... powerful familiar comes with great responsibility. You must be vigilant at all times."

"Of course, Professor!" Louise replied cheerfully. "I've got everything under control."

Colbert didn't seem entirely convinced, but he gave a reluctant nod. "Very well. Please ensure you're not late for class. And... do be careful."

Louise gave him a confident wave and continued on her way, passing by as many students as possible on her way to class. Every time they entered a new hallway, whispers followed and looks of awe and fear trailed behind them. She was practically glowing from the attention, loving every second of it. This was the kind of recognition she had always dreamed of—people finally seeing her as someone important.

But Broly, following closely behind her, was having a very different experience. His every instinct screamed at him to destroy this place, to break free of the chains that bound him. The urge to lash out, to tear down the walls of this academy, was overwhelming. Every time Louise spoke, every time she paraded him around like a prize, it was like a fresh insult added to his already seething rage.

And the name Kakarot echoed in his mind like a battle cry. He could feel the raw power inside him, aching to be unleashed, but every time he so much as thought about it, the mark on his hand would flare up with pain. It was maddening.

Finally, as they neared the entrance to their classroom, Broly's patience snapped.

"This is pathetic," he growled, his voice low but filled with venom. Louise paused, turning to face him, her brow furrowing in confusion.

"What are you talking about?" she asked, her voice still holding that edge of confidence.

Broly's eyes locked onto hers, burning with fury. "This charade. Walking around this place, playing your little games. I'm not here to entertain you. I should be destroying this pathetic academy and finding Kakarot. But instead, I'm forced to follow you like some... pet."

Louise's confidence wavered for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure. "Well, Broly," she said, crossing her arms and giving him a smug smile, "you're my familiar, so you do have to follow me. And as long as you wear that mark, you won't be destroying anything."

Broly's fists clenched tightly, and for a moment, Louise could feel the intensity of his rage like a physical force pressing down on her. His voice was low and dangerous as he spoke again. "I don't care about your mark. If it wasn't for this cursed thing, I would have torn you and this entire place apart by now."

Louise, despite the fear prickling at the back of her mind, couldn't help but roll her eyes. "There you go again—'I'm going to destroy you, I'll kill everyone,' yadda yadda yadda. Honestly, Broly, you're like a broken record."

Broly's eyes narrowed, his fury barely contained as he glared down at Louise. The air between them seemed to crackle with tension. His every muscle tensed as though he were on the verge of exploding. But that cursed mark on his hand pulsed once again, sending a sharp jolt of pain through his body—a reminder that, for now, he was powerless to do anything but obey.

Louise, however, was clearly growing more comfortable with the situation. Despite Broly's towering presence and the palpable anger radiating from him, she couldn't help but smirk, even as she felt a shiver run down her spine. "You've been saying the same thing over and over since I summoned you, Broly," she said, sounding almost amused. "I get it—you want to destroy everything. But guess what? You can't. Not while that mark's keeping you in line."

Broly's fists clenched even tighter, his knuckles white from the strain. "You think this is funny, don't you?" he growled, his voice dripping with malice. "You have no idea what I'm capable of... what I would do to you if it wasn't for this mark. You're nothing but an insect, and one day, I will crush you."

Broly's eyes burned with hatred, his every instinct screaming at him to tear this entire academy apart, to leave nothing but ruins in his wake. But the mark pulsed again, forcing him to keep his hand. The pain was unbearable, a constant reminder of his helplessness, and it only fueled his desire for destruction.

Louise, noticing his internal struggle but still riding the high of her newfound confidence, continued to push him. "You know, Broly," she said with a sly grin, "for someone who's supposed to be so powerful, you sure do talk a lot about destroying things without actually doing anything. Kind of ironic, don't you think?"

Broly's glare intensified, his muscles trembling with the effort of holding himself back. "The moment I find a way to break free of this mark," he said, his voice a low, menacing growl, "I'll start with you. I'll tear you apart, piece by piece, and then I'll destroy everything and everyone in this place. And after that... I'll find Kakarot."

Louise sighed dramatically, rolling her eyes again. "There it is. The whole 'destroy everything' speech again. I swear, you really need to come up with some new material." She glanced at his clenched fists and added, "But for now, you're stuck with me, and there's nothing you can do about it."

Broly's jaw tightened, his rage nearly boiling over. But again, the mark on his hand held him in check, the pain flaring just enough to remind him of the reality of his situation. As much as he hated it, as much as he despised Louise and everything around him, he was bound by this cursed magic, forced to endure the humiliation of being under her control.

Louise, seemingly satisfied with her ability to keep him in line, turned on her heel and continued walking toward the classroom door. "Come on, Broly," she said over her shoulder, her tone light and almost dismissive. "We've got class to get to, and I'd hate to be late."

Broly followed though every step felt like a further insult to his pride. His mind was a whirlwind of anger and frustration, every fiber of his being wanting to destroy everything in his path. But the mark... the mark prevented it for now.

As they neared the entrance to the classroom, Louise paused just outside the door, casting one last glance at Broly. "By the way," she said with a smirk, "you really need to stop threatening to kill me. It's starting to get old."

Broly's lips curled into a snarl, but he said nothing. Instead, he simply glared at her, his eyes filled with an unspoken promise of vengeance. One day, he would break free of this mark. One day, he would have his revenge.

Louise, still basking in her newfound confidence, gave him a playful wink before pushing open the door to the classroom. "Let's go, big guy," she said, her voice almost cheerful. "I'm sure the other students are dying to see you again."

Broly followed her inside, his presence once again casting a heavy, oppressive shadow over the room. The students, already seated and preparing for class, immediately fell silent as they saw Broly's hulking figure step into the room behind Louise. Their expressions were a mix of awe, fear, and disbelief, but none of them dared to say a word.

Louise, on the other hand, seemed completely unfazed by the attention. She walked confidently to her seat, Broly looming behind her like a dark storm cloud. The students' eyes followed her every move, their hushed whispers filling the air as they tried to make sense of what they were seeing.

Broly remained silent, his anger simmering just below the surface as he stood by Louise's desk. His thoughts were consumed by one thing—Kakarot. He would find him. And when he did, he would finally unleash the full extent of his power.

But for now, he was trapped. Bound by the mark, forced to endure this humiliation. And all the while, Louise smiled as if nothing in the world could stop her.

"Alright, class," Professor Colbert's voice rang out as he entered the room. He was clearly trying to maintain some sense of normalcy despite Broly's imposing presence. "Let's begin."

Louise leaned back in her chair, her confidence still radiating from her like a beacon. For the first time in her life, she wasn't just another student. She was someone with power, someone who had summoned the most legendary familiar anyone had ever seen. And she was going to enjoy every second of it.

But as she glanced up at Broly, who stood silently behind her, his eyes filled with rage, she couldn't help but feel a tiny flicker of unease. She had won this battle, but deep down, she knew that Broly's anger wasn't going anywhere.

For now, though, she pushed that thought aside. She was in control. And as long as that mark remained, Broly would do as she commanded. She gave him one last smug smile before turning her attention back to the class, her heart racing with excitement.

Broly, however, silently seethed behind her, his mind filled with thoughts of destruction. Kakarot... Louise... They would both fall. It was only a matter of time.

After class ended, Louise strode out of the room with her usual air of confidence, and her head held high as though she were leading a parade. The soft clack of her shoes against the stone floor echoed in the hallway while Broly's towering figure followed closely behind her, his presence casting a long shadow that seemed to swallow everything in its path.

The students still lingered in the hallways, whispering amongst themselves as they caught sight of Louise and her legendary familiar. Some stared in awe, others in fear, but no one dared approach them directly. Louise, as usual, soaked in the attention. Every glance, every hushed murmur was a reminder of her newfound status, and she loved it.

Broly, on the other hand, was silent, his eyes narrowed in frustration as he trailed behind Louise. The mark on his hand still throbbed painfully, a constant reminder of the invisible leash that bound him to this girl. His fury simmered beneath the surface, kept in check only by the cursed magic that held him back.

As they made their way down the long corridors of the academy, Louise glanced over her shoulder at Broly, feeling a surge of satisfaction at the sight of him obediently following her. "Alright, Broly," she said with a confident smile, "I've got a few errands to run in town. We're going to head to the stables and pick out a horse to get us there."

Broly's eyes flicked toward her, his expression dark and disdainful. "Go to hell," he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

Louise rolled her eyes, her smirk never faltering. "You're coming with me whether you like it or not, Broly. That's an order."

The mark on Broly's hand flared briefly, and despite his rage, he felt the familiar, painful tug of the magic compelling him to obey. His fists clenched at his sides, but he said nothing. He had no choice. He was bound to her, forced to follow her commands no matter how much he hated it.

Without another word, Louise led the way toward the academy's stables, where a variety of horses were kept for the students to use when traveling outside the school grounds. As they approached, the smell of hay and the soft nickering of horses greeted them. Louise took a deep breath, the earthy scent of the stables reminding her of simpler days.

Inside, rows of horses stood in their stalls, their sleek coats gleaming in the shafts of sunlight that filtered through the windows. Louise examined the horses with an appraising eye, trying to pick out one that would suit her needs. Meanwhile, Broly stood off to the side, glaring at the animals with barely concealed disinterest.

After a few moments of looking, Louise turned to Broly with a satisfied nod. "Alright, I think we'll take that one," she said, pointing to a sturdy-looking black stallion. The horse was large, strong, and seemed capable of carrying them both. At least, that's what Louise had thought—until she glanced at Broly and realized just how massive he was compared to the horse.

A frown crossed her face as she considered the logistics. Broly was far too large to ride the horse comfortably, and even if, by some miracle, they could get him on, there wouldn't be any room left for her. And then there was the fact that Broly looked like he had never even seen a horse before, much less ridden one.

Broly noticed her hesitation and glared down at the horse with open disdain. "I'm not getting on that thing," he said flatly, his tone making it clear he had no intention of complying.

Louise blinked, taken aback by his sudden refusal. "What do you mean you're not getting on it? We need to get to town, and this is the fastest way."

Broly sneered. "That weak animal can't carry me, and even if it could, it's too slow. I'm not wasting my time riding something that dull."

Louise crossed her arms, her frustration growing. "Well, how else are we supposed to get there? You want me to walk?"

Broly's eyes gleamed with a dangerous light as he considered her question. A thought occurred to him—one that he hadn't acted on since he was bound by this cursed mark. He could feel the dormant power within him, locked away by the binding spell, but perhaps... perhaps there was a way to access it.

He smirked, a menacing glint in his eyes as he looked down at Louise. "Which direction is the town?"

Louise raised an eyebrow, confused by the sudden question. "It's to the south," she said slowly, pointing off in the direction of the town. "Why?"

Broly's smirk widened as he crossed his arms. "You want to get there fast, don't you?"

Louise, still confused, put her hands on her hips. "Of course I do! What are you going to do, Broly? Fly us there or something?" Her tone was sarcastic, and she rolled her eyes, not realizing what she had just said.

But in that moment, the magic of the binding mark took hold. She had given Broly an order—an order to take them to town using whatever method he had in mind. The mark on Broly's hand flared to life, and he felt a surge of power course through him. His smirk deepened, the menacing look in his eyes growing more intense.

Louise, still oblivious to what was happening, gave him an exasperated look. "Well? What are you waiting for?"

Before she could say another word, Broly suddenly lunged forward, grabbing her around the waist with one arm. Louise let out a startled yelp as she was lifted off her feet, her arms flailing in surprise.

"Broly! What the—!"

But before she could finish her sentence, Broly shot into the sky, his massive frame carrying them both upward at an incredible speed. The ground disappeared beneath them in a blur, the wind whipping past them as they soared high above the academy.

Louise's eyes widened in shock, and her heart raced in her chest as she realized what was happening. They were flying—actually flying. Her mind struggled to comprehend it, and the world spun around her as they climbed higher and higher into the air.

"W-What the hell!?" Louise shrieked, her voice rising several octaves as she clung to Broly's arm. "You can fly!?"

Broly glanced down at her, the smirk never leaving his face. "You told me to get us there fast."

"I didn't mean this!" Louise yelled, her face pale as she looked down at the rapidly shrinking landscape below them. "Put me down! No, wait—don't put me down! Don't drop me!"

Broly's eyes gleamed with amusement at her frantic pleas, and for a moment, he was sorely tempted to let go of her, to watch her scream as she plummeted toward the earth. But as much as he wanted to, the cursed mark flared once again, preventing him from acting on his desire.

"You're lucky you said that," Broly muttered, his voice low and irritated. "I was just about to drop you."

Louise, still clinging to him for dear life, glared up at him, her face flushed with a mixture of fear and embarrassment. "This is insane! Why didn't you tell me you could fly?"

Broly gave a dark chuckle, his grip on her tightening slightly. "You never asked."

Louise let out a frustrated groan, her hands gripping his arm tighter as the wind whipped through her hair. "This is not what I had in mind!"

Broly, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying himself. The feeling of the wind rushing past him, the raw power of flight at his fingertips—it was the closest he had come to freedom since being bound by the mark. For just a moment, he could almost forget the humiliation of being forced to obey this girl's commands.

They flew through the sky at breakneck speed, the town rapidly coming into view below them. Louise, still freaking out, alternated between pleading with Broly not to drop her and demanding he land as soon as possible.

"Slow down!" she yelled, her voice barely audible over the wind. "Broly, seriously—slow down!"

Broly ignored her, his eyes fixed on the town below. "You wanted to get there fast," he repeated, his voice devoid of sympathy.

Louise groaned again, burying her face in his arm as they descended toward the town. "Next time," she muttered under her breath, "I'm picking the horse..."

As they neared the ground, Broly finally slowed his descent, landing with a heavy thud in the middle of a small square at the edge of town. Louise staggered as he set her down, her legs wobbling beneath her as she tried to regain her balance. Her face was pale, her hair a wild mess from the wind, and she looked thoroughly shaken.

Broly, on the other hand, was completely unbothered, his expression still cold and unfeeling as he crossed his arms. "We're here."

Louise glared up at him, still a bit dizzy from the flight. "That... was not what I meant when I said to get us there fast," she grumbled, brushing a stray lock of hair out of her face. "Next time, I'm giving clearer instructions."

Broly merely shrugged, his eyes still gleaming with the same dark amusement from before. "You told me to do it. You only have yourself to blame."

Meanwhile, the landing drew the immediate attention of the townsfolk. Shopkeepers, pedestrians, and vendors froze in place. Their daily routines were interrupted as they turned to see what had caused the sudden disturbance. Their eyes widened in shock and awe as they took in the sight of Broly, his massive, imposing figure towering over everyone else, his expression cold and unyielding. His wild black hair blew in the light breeze, and his muscular frame looked more like a giant warrior than a man.

There were murmurs among the crowd, whispers filled with disbelief and fear.

"Who is he?"

"Is he some kind of beast?"

"I've never seen anyone like him before…"

People stopped in their tracks, some backing away cautiously while others simply stared, too stunned to move. The atmosphere of the bustling town square shifted as Broly's overwhelming presence took hold, and no one could seem to look away. His mystery captivated them—who was this man, and why had he appeared out of nowhere?

Louise, on the other hand, was utterly unfazed. In fact, she was basking in the attention. As soon as she steadied herself from the landing, she ran a hand through her wind-tousled hair, straightened her clothes, and held her head high as if she had personally orchestrated the entire dramatic entrance.

The looks of awe from the townsfolk were exactly what she wanted. Gone were the days when she was overlooked, ignored, or worse—mocked. Now, she had Broly, and his very presence commanded respect and fear. She couldn't help but smile as the murmurs grew louder, and she noticed people stepping aside to give them a wide berth. They were whispering about her now, just as much as they were whispering about Broly.

"Finally," Louise muttered under her breath, "some proper recognition."

Without waiting for Broly, she began walking toward her destination—a bookstore on the other side of the square. She moved confidently, her chin held high, fully aware of the eyes that followed her every step. People continued to whisper as she passed, but this time, it wasn't out of ridicule—it was out of awe.

"That's the girl with him."

"She must be powerful to order someone like that…"

"She the boss of him?"

Louise's smile widened. The very idea that the townsfolk thought she was responsible for Broly's power made her feel invincible. She cast a quick glance over her shoulder to ensure Broly was following, and sure enough, he was trailing a few steps behind, his expression unchanged, his cold, furious eyes fixed on the path ahead. He didn't seem to care about the attention, nor did he acknowledge the stares. These people were beneath his notice to him—just more insignificant ants to be crushed.

As they walked through the market square, the crowd seemed to part before them like the sea, clearing a path as if they were royalty. Louise couldn't get enough of it. She intentionally slowed her pace, savoring the way people stepped aside, their gazes lingering on her and her massive, intimidating familiar.

Broly's silence made him all the more mysterious to the onlookers. His sheer size and quiet fury radiated an aura that kept people at a distance, making them wary of approaching too closely. He moved like a predator—silent, focused, with a constant undercurrent of restrained violence. The townsfolk could sense it, and it made them both afraid and fascinated in equal measure.

Walking a few paces ahead, Louise finally reached the bookstore she had been headed for. It was a small, quaint shop tucked between a bakery and a tailor's shop, with a simple wooden sign that read "Olde Tomes and Scrolls." The smell of parchment and ink wafted through the open door, and Louise felt excited. She loved books—particularly those about magic, history, and anything that could help her improve her own magical abilities. Now that she had Broly, her thirst for knowledge had only grown. She was determined to learn everything she could about controlling such a powerful familiar.

Louise entered the shop, the bell above the door jingling softly as she stepped inside. The interior was warm and inviting, with rows of neatly organized bookshelves lining the walls. The scent of leather-bound tomes filled the air, and the soft glow of candlelight gave the place a cozy atmosphere.

The shopkeeper, an elderly man with half-moon glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, looked up from his desk as the door opened. His friendly expression faltered slightly when Broly stepped through the door behind Louise, his massive frame nearly filling the entire doorway. The shopkeeper's eyes widened, and his hand trembled slightly as he adjusted his glasses, clearly taken aback by the intimidating figure that had just entered his peaceful shop.

"G-Good day, Miss," the shopkeeper stammered, his eyes flickering nervously between Louise and Broly. "How... may I assist you?"

Louise smiled sweetly, pretending not to notice the old man's discomfort. "I'm just here to browse," she said casually, as if Broly's looming presence wasn't the least bit unusual. "I'm looking for some books on ancient magic, perhaps something about binding spells."

The shopkeeper nodded quickly, his gaze still darting toward Broly every few seconds. "O-Of course, Miss. Right this way."

As the shopkeeper led Louise toward a section of the store that housed old magical texts, Broly remained by the door, his arms crossed, his eyes narrowed as he surveyed the small space. The shop was too cramped for someone of his size, and he felt a surge of irritation at being forced into such a confined area. He wanted nothing more than to smash through the walls, rip apart the shelves, and reduce everything to rubble. But the cursed mark still pulsed on his hand, reminding him that he couldn't act on those desires. Not yet.

As Louise perused the shelves, occasionally pulling out a book and flipping through its pages, she couldn't help but notice how the other customers—those who had dared to stay inside the shop after Broly's arrival—kept their distance, casting nervous glances in their direction. She smiled to herself. She liked this feeling, this power. It was intoxicating.

After selecting a few books, Louise returned to the counter and placed them in front of the shopkeeper, who was still glancing nervously at Broly. The old man fumbled with his ledger as he tallied up the cost, his hands shaking slightly as he handed Louise the total.

"That'll be five gold coins, Miss," the shopkeeper said, his voice trembling.

Louise paid him without hesitation, then tucked the books under her arm. She turned to leave, casting one more glance at Broly, who had remained silent and still the entire time.

"Let's go, Broly," she said, her tone casual, as if commanding him was the most natural thing in the world.

Broly said nothing, but his glare followed her as she stepped out of the shop and back into the town square. He moved silently behind her, his footsteps heavy as they echoed against the cobblestone streets.

The moment they were outside again, Louise felt that rush of satisfaction return. The attention of the townsfolk was still on her—still on them. People were watching from windows, from the shadows of market stalls, and even from the nearby alleys. Their whispers reached her ears, and every word only fueled her confidence further.

"I could get used to this," she murmured under her breath, casting a sidelong glance at Broly as they walked through the square. "Looks like I'm finally getting the respect I deserve."

Broly, however, was not impressed. His patience was wearing thin, and every moment spent following this girl through the town was a fresh reminder of the leash around his neck. He kept his rage bottled up, the mark on his hand a constant thorn in his side. But with every step they took, the fire inside him burned hotter.

As they continued through the square, Louise occasionally glanced back at Broly, still smug and content with her current situation. She couldn't resist soaking up the attention, feeling more powerful with every step. She had a legendary familiar, and the entire town was watching in awe.

"Broly," she said suddenly, her voice light and almost playful, "how does it feel to be the most talked-about person in town?"

Broly's eyes flashed with anger, but he said nothing. He refused to give her the satisfaction of a response, though the temptation to snap at her was almost too strong to resist. His fists clenched at his sides, the muscles in his jaw tightening.

Louise, sensing his frustration but taking it as a sign of compliance, smiled to herself. She knew he hated this, hated being bound to her, but that only made her feel more in control. For once in her life, she was the one in charge, and she wasn't about to let that power go.

"Don't worry," she smirked, "you'll get used to it. After all, we make quite the team."

Broly's silence was deafening, but the rage in his eyes spoke volumes. Louise, however, didn't seem to notice—or care. She was too busy enjoying her newfound fame and the looks of awe and fear that followed her everywhere she went.

As Louise and Broly made their way out of the town square, still enjoying the buzz of attention from the townsfolk, Broly suddenly stopped in his tracks. His eyes narrowed, and his head tilted slightly as if he were listening for something just out of reach. His massive frame went rigid, the air around him seeming to tense along with him.

Louise, lost in her own thoughts about how great it was to be seen with such a powerful familiar, didn't immediately notice. She took a few more steps before realizing that Broly wasn't following her anymore. When she turned around, she saw him standing still, his eyes scanning the area with a sharp, predatory gaze.

"What are you doing?" Louise asked, putting her hands on her hips. "We're almost done here. Keep up!"

Broly didn't respond right away. Instead, he continued to look around as though searching for something hidden just beyond the horizon. "There are people following us," he said, his voice a low, dangerous rumble.

Louise blinked, utterly confused. "What are you talking about? There's no one following us."

Broly's eyes narrowed further, clearly irritated by her obliviousness. "I can sense them. They've been watching us since we left the square."

Louise rolled her eyes. "Sense them? What does that even mean? You're just being paranoid."

Before Broly could respond, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed from a nearby alleyway. Out of the shadows, a group of rough-looking men emerged, their clothes tattered and dirty. There were five of them, each brandishing either a knife or a flintlock pistol. Their faces were hardened, clearly the kind of men who had seen plenty of street fights. They spread out, surrounding Louise and Broly, cutting off any chance of escape.

The group leader, a grizzled man with a scar running down the side of his face, grinned as he stepped forward, his knife glinting in the light. "Well, well," he sneered, "look what we've got here. A little lady out for a stroll with her big friend."

Louise's eyes widened in panic as she realized they were cornered. Her confident facade crumbled in an instant, and she took a nervous step back, her gaze flicking around in search of a way out. There wasn't one.

"W-What do you want?" she stammered, trying to sound braver than she felt, though her voice wavered.

The scarred man chuckled, his knife spinning lazily in his hand. "What do we want? Oh, nothing much. Just all your valuables, and maybe we let you walk away without a scratch."

One of the other bandits, a tall man with a patchy beard, raised his flintlock pistol and aimed it directly at Broly. "And you," he said, his voice gruff, "don't try anything. Big guy like you, maybe you can take a few bullets, but we'll make sure the girl here doesn't survive if you so much as blink wrong."

Louise's heart pounded in her chest, and her eyes darted toward Broly. The normally towering, terrifying presence of her familiar felt... distant now. Cold sweat broke out on her forehead as she realized just how serious the situation was. She had no idea if Broly would protect her—he had been irritated with her all day, and now they were in a life-or-death situation.

She took a step closer to Broly, her voice shaking as she whispered, "Broly... help!"

But Broly, for the first time, seemed completely disinterested in the threat around him. In fact, a small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. He remained still, arms crossed, and said nothing. The thought crossed his mind: What if they killed her? What if, by allowing these weaklings to end Louise's life, he could finally be free of this humiliating bond? The idea was... tempting.

Louise glanced up at him, her panic rising when she saw that he wasn't moving. "Broly!" she whispered, her voice cracking with fear. "They're going to kill me! Do something!"

Broly's eyes flicked down to her, his smirk growing just a fraction. "Why should I?" he muttered, his voice low enough that only she could hear. "Maybe if you're gone, I'll finally be free."

Louise's heart skipped a beat as the realization hit her. Broly was actually considering letting the bandits kill her. Her hands trembled as she tried to come up with a response, something that would force him to protect her.

But before she could say anything more, the scarred leader of the bandits stepped forward, his knife now pointed directly at her. "Alright, enough whispering," he growled. "Hand over everything you've got—jewelry, gold, whatever's valuable. Now."

Louise's panic reached a breaking point, and in a high-pitched, frantic voice, she screamed, "Broly! Help me! I order you!"

In that instant, the binding mark on Broly's hand flared brightly, the magic surging through him. Louise's words had triggered the bond, and no matter how much he might have wanted to let her die, he was bound by the spell to obey her. His smirk disappeared, replaced by a deep scowl of irritation.

With a heavy sigh of annoyance, Broly unfolded his arms. "You just had to say that," he muttered, more to himself than to Louise.

The scarred bandit's grin faltered slightly as he noticed Broly beginning to move. "Hey, I said don't try anything!" he barked, raising his knife threateningly.

The other bandits tightened their grips on their weapons, the man with the flintlock pistol pointing it more firmly at Broly. "You heard him! Don't move, or the girl dies!"

Broly's eyes shifted to the bandits, his expression cold and unamused. The mark on his hand pulsed, and as it did, Broly felt a surge of power within him. The binding magic was allowing him to access more of his strength—just enough to handle this pathetic situation.

Without a word, Broly took a step forward.

The bandit with the flintlock pistol fired, the crack of the gunshot ringing out through the alley. The bullet hurtled toward Broly, but before anyone could even register what was happening, Broly casually raised his hand, catching the bullet mid-air between his fingers. His grip tightened, and the bullet crumpled into a small piece of metal.

The bandits stared in shock, their eyes wide with disbelief.

"What the hell...?" the scarred leader muttered, taking a step back, his knife trembling slightly in his hand.

Broly's expression didn't change. He slowly opened his hand, letting the crumpled bullet fall to the ground with a soft clink. Then, without warning, he lunged forward with blinding speed. In a flash, he was in front of the man with the pistol, his massive hand gripping the bandit's wrist with enough force to make bones crack.

The man let out a pained scream, dropping his weapon as Broly twisted his arm effortlessly.

The other bandits, realizing the gravity of the situation, tried to back away, but Broly was already moving. With one swift motion, he tossed the man with the broken wrist aside, sending him crashing into the wall of the alley with a sickening thud.

The scarred leader took a shaky step forward, trying to appear braver than he felt. "W-We don't want any trouble!" he stammered, holding his knife out defensively. "Just... just let us go!"

Broly's gaze flicked toward the remaining bandits, his scowl deepening. "Too late for that," he growled.

Before any of them could react, Broly closed the distance between them in an instant. His massive hand shot out, grabbing the scarred leader by the collar and lifting him off the ground as though he weighed nothing. The man's legs kicked uselessly as he struggled, but Broly's grip was unyielding.

"P-Please!" the bandit leader begged, his voice shaking. "We... we didn't mean anything by it! Let me go!"

Broly's eyes were cold, devoid of any sympathy. "You pointed a weapon at me," he said simply. "That was a mistake."

With a flick of his wrist, Broly hurled the bandit leader across the alley, sending him crashing into a pile of crates. The remaining bandits, now terrified beyond reason, scrambled to their feet and fled, their weapons forgotten in their desperation to escape.

As the alley fell silent, Broly turned his attention back to Louise, who had been watching the entire encounter with wide, terrified eyes. She hadn't expected Broly to deal with the bandits so... effortlessly. Part of her had hoped for a little more subtlety, but that clearly wasn't Broly's style.

"Well," Louise said, trying to regain her composure, though her voice still trembled slightly, "I guess that takes care of them."

Broly walked over to her, his scowl still firmly in place. "You made me save you," he muttered, clearly irritated. "Next time, don't get in trouble if you can't handle it yourself."

Louise's face flushed with embarrassment. "I didn't mean to get cornered! And you should be thanking me—you get to fight, don't you?"

Broly's eyes narrowed. "Fighting weaklings like that isn't even worth my time."

Louise, now feeling more emboldened after the bandits had been dispatched, put her hands on her hips and scowled up at him. "Well, excuse me for not being some all-powerful, rage-fueled giant! I didn't ask for this to happen!"

Broly glared at her, the irritation clear on his face. "If you hadn't yelled for help, I wouldn't have had to do anything. Maybe next time, I'll just let them finish you off."

Louise's eyes widened in horror. "You were actually going to let them kill me!?"

Broly's lack of response was answer enough. Louise's expression shifted from shock to anger as she pointed a finger at him. "You can't do that! I'm your master, and as long as you wear that mark, you have to protect me, Broly!"

Broly's fists clenched, but he said nothing, his glare only growing more intense. He hated being reminded of that cursed mark, hated how it forced him to follow her every command. The mark pulsed faintly on his hand, a constant reminder of his imprisonment.

"Well, I'm glad that's settled," Louise said, letting out a deep breath to calm herself. "Now, let's get going before anything else happens. We've still got things to do."

She turned on her heel and began walking out of the alley, but Broly didn't follow immediately. He stood there, staring at her retreating form, his thoughts filled with the growing desire to break free of this forced bond. He had felt more power return to him during the fight, and it made him wonder how much longer this mark could truly hold him back.

As Louise reached the mouth of the alley, she looked over her shoulder, noticing Broly still standing there, glaring. "Broly!" she called out, her tone more commanding than before. "Are you coming, or what?"

Broly's jaw tightened, his eyes burning with fury. He hated being at her beck and call. But the mark flared once more, forcing him to follow her despite his desire to do otherwise. He let out a low growl, more to himself than to her, and began walking toward her.

As they re-entered the bustling town, Louise's demeanor shifted back to one of confidence. She waved off the townsfolk who had noticed the commotion, acting as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened. "No need to worry," she said breezily, "just a little misunderstanding with some riffraff."

The people stared at her, then at Broly, who still looked as though he could level the entire town with one punch. Their reactions were a mix of awe and fear, the presence of Broly casting a shadow over everything around them. It was clear that the townsfolk were eager to stay out of their way, and they parted once again as Louise and Broly passed.

Louise, still riding the high of being the center of attention, smiled to herself as she continued toward her next destination. But deep down, she couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that Broly's patience was wearing thinner by the day. She had seen the look in his eyes when those bandits threatened her—the cold, calculating look of someone who wouldn't mind watching her get hurt.

Still, as long as the mark held, she had control. And that was all that mattered.

"Let's finish our errands and get back to the academy," Louise said as they walked. "We've had enough excitement for one day."

Broly didn't respond, but his presence loomed behind her like a dark cloud, a constant reminder that, while she may be in control for now, the storm was always on the horizon.

And there you have it! Broly finally got to use a bit of his power (even if it was just to swat some bandits), and you know he enjoyed that. Poor Louise had better be careful what she ordered him to do next because, let's be honest, Broly's just itching to find a loophole in her commands. One wrong word and... well, let's just say things might get interesting!