Chapter 1209 - D-Do I Look Like Someone Who Would Cry?

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

“Fight!” Amy’s eyes lit up immediately, but she quickly covered her mouth. She turned to take a quick look before saying to Ignatsu in a hushed voice, “Wait a sec, I will be coming right out.”

“Mm-hm.” Ignatsu nodded.

Amy quickly snuck out of the magic classroom, and smilingly said to Ignatsu, “Little Bean Sprout, are there actually people asking you to join a fight?”

“Mm-hm. Moreover, it’s a gang fight, which means many people fighting at the same time.” Ignatsu nodded.

“Why are they asking you to join in a gang fight? Why don’t they just beat you up? You don’t look like you will be able to defeat anyone in a fight,” Amy asked continuously with a doubtful look.

“Am I really that weak?” Ignatsu felt attacked. However, he soon shrugged and had a resigned smile on his face. “When I came to school this morning, the Little Tyrant Gang bullied me and Daphne. They wanted us to give them all of our pocket money. Because I can’t defeat them by myself, I requested for a gang fight.”

Amy’s expression became stern as she angrily said, “Someone actually dared to bully Daphne. Let’s go. Bring me there to kick their a*sses.”

“No, no. Not now. We already agreed to settle this in the alley outside of the school after the classes are over. It’s against the rules to go now.” Ignatsu quickly stopped Amy and shook his head urgently. The little bean sprout on his head began to shake too.

“Alright. Then, you go and tell them, don’t go after school.” Amy nodded.

“They told me that earlier…” Ignatsu said weakly.

Ding~

The bells for class rang.

“I have to go for class now. Remember to come after school…” Little fatty was stunned and he swiftly ran toward the classrooms after waving to Amy.

“I simply can’t stand you guys. Seems like you guys should be given more homework to do.” Amy sighed and returned to the magic classroom.

“What’s going on? That little fatty came to ask Amy to join a gang fight?” Krassu asked with a smile as soon as Amy stepped in.

“Mm-hm. Little Bean Sprout said someone bullied Daphne and him. They even want to beat them up. Shouldn’t I help them, Master?” Amy nodded honestly.

“Having the means to help and protect our friends in time of need is why we learn magic.” Krassu nodded and smiled. However, he continued, “But, the students of Chaos School are not considered as your enemies. Even if you have to act against them, you have to restrain yourself. Some small punishment will do. Don’t let things get overboard.”

“Small punishment? That means I cannot kill them?” Amy was perplexed.

“Yes. We should only use the most powerful methods to kill those enemies that threaten your and your friends’ lives. As for what level of strength and what type of magic to use in normal times, Amy, you will need to learn how to observe and analyze the situation that you are in, how to protect the people you want to protect, and at the same time not cause others trouble,” Krassu explained smilingly.

Amy thought for a while before asking, “But, if the problem could be solved simply with a fireball magic, why do I need to go through so much trouble, and if I am not allowed to use the strongest form of magic, why do I have to keep practicing and learn even more powerful magic?”

“Learning even more powerful magic is to make sure that you will still be able to handle those stronger opponents when you encounter them. This is your upper limit.” Krassu smiled, shaking his head. “Of course, whenever a problem can be solved with a fireball, it is no longer a problem.”

“Then, what are those fellows who bullied Little Bean Sprout and Daphne? Weak but detestable opponents?”

“No. They simply lack homework. I will go talk to Novan tonight,” Krassu said seriously.

…

Little Tyrant Gang, the top power in the Chaos School’s primary section. It was a mysterious gang that was formed by the powerhouses from grade one to grade six. They always appeared at the school’s toilets and gates. They ruled their territories with an iron fist.

After the bell rang to indicate classes were over, a group of 15-16 primary school kids carrying their school bags and revealing their left ankles began to gather in a corner of the field.

A tall and thin primary school kid stood on a rock, and gravely addressed the crowd, “Today is the third anniversary of the day that the Little Tyrant Gang was formed. My brothers had gone through over 1000 days with me, and together we formed this huge foundation and established our own territory in Chaos School.

“However, today before school began, a little fatty with a bean sprout on his head actually challenged our Left Emissary, Lancome, to a gang fight.

“This was a public challenge to our Little Tyrant Gang! It is akin to despising me and you! What do you guys say we should do?”

“Beat him up! Beat him up! Beat him up!!!” All the primary school kids replied together, rather agitated.

“Very good.” The little tyrant, Bolton, revealed a crafty smile. He took out a pink wand from his school wand and raised it above his head. A pink glow lit up on the magic wand, and landed on the primary school kids’ bodies like pollen.

All the primary school kids’ eyes lit up as if they were given a booster. They puffed out their chests and marched toward the school gates, following behind Bolton.

“Let’s tell the teachers about this, Ignatsu. I don’t think we should have a gang fight,” Daphne said to Ignatsu with hesitation.

Ignatsu looked around in the school before patting his chest, and promised, “Don’t worry, Daphne. I will protect you.”

Daphne shook her head and sighed. “I am not worried about that. I am worried that you will be beaten till you cry…”

Ignatsu sucked in a breath and said with an unnatural expression, “D-do I look like someone who would cry?”

“Then, why are your legs shaking?” Daphne gazed at Ignatsu’s two quivering chubby legs.

“I am just warming up.” Ignatsu pretended to jump on the spot. His legs shook and he almost fell.

A tall and fat primary school kid went up to Bolton, pointing at Ignatsu who was standing at the gates, and said, “Boss, it’s that little fatty.”

Bolton looked around and only saw a thin little girl next to that little fatty. He couldn’t help but frown, and said, “He wouldn’t have only brought this little girl to fight a gang fight with us, right? The rules of our Little Tyrant is to never hit girls. We can’t break it because of this little fatty.”

“He was so confident in the morning. I thought he would get a big group of people here. I didn’t expect he would only get a little girl to help,” Lancome said innocently.

“I don’t care. We have to follow the rules even if he is alone. We cannot damage our reputation, or else people would say that Little Tyrants are afraid of a little fatty.” Bolton waved his hand and walked straight to Ignatsu. He stopped next to him and gave him a side glance before sarcastically saying, “We will wait for you in front, Little Fatty. Bring your people along if you have the guts.”