Low Class pt.5

                'Building 3 is where the combat is trained.' You thought back.

                You follow Shanks inside and there he teaches a group of students. A rather weird group of students. There was a dog human (?) and a rabbit human. You keep your amazement to yourself after realizing that they were the ones called minks.

                "Kay! Today we'll be learning how to defend ourselves without the means of weapons!" Shanks exclaims.

                "This'll be easy." Kid smirks.

                "If you say so, Kid, why not sharing the floor with me?" He says.

                Kid obliges and gets into a defensive form, though sloppy, it looks like it.

                'Probably because he's always on the offensive.' You analyze.

                Shanks delivers a punch and Kid blocks it with one hand, only his smirk is gone and he already seems weary.

                "That's one thing you shouldn't do, though. You don't just face it head on, unless you're confident that you've got it right." Shanks retracts his hand and Kid snarls at him.

                "Haha! It's fine big guy, plenty of chances left." He smiles at him.

                Shanks explains some more and moves on to the practicing part. Kid is the one assigned to be the attacker and everyone else has to execute defensive actions, whether dodging, blocking or deflecting. It all depends on the person. Many people went for dodging and only Kid's group went for blocking his attacks. Dodging is the logical answer since almost everyone must be faster than Kid's attacks.

                Shanks sighs, "No one wanted to deflect his attacks?"

                "I'll try it." You say as you raise your hand.

                "Ms. Visitor! You can try, I guess. But if you get hurt then I'll be the one in trouble." He explains scratching his head.

                "Don't worry, she's a tough one." Kid snickers.

                You step up to him and he punches your way without warning. You step to the side and gently push his fist away, almost making him kiss the floor from the forward momentum. The students sigh in relief, knowing that you didn't get hurt. He kicks and you deflect it again, he punches again and you deflect it. He starts to get irritated and shoots a beam at you. Sticking to the plan, you conjure a shield and swipe the beam to the side, making it go through the wall.

                "Kid!" Shanks shouts.

                Kid shrugs.

                Everyone was on edge of the recent happenings.

                "She deflected it, didn't she?" He points out.

                "I am fine, I assure you Mr. Shanks." You sheepishly say.

                "I guess so, but that was dangerous Kid. She's still a visitor. If it were another person they would have a hole through their stomach already." He explains, "Guidance counselor." He sighs.

                Kid couldn't care less and left the room with his group. The group of students cheered for you as class ended. You escape the madness and go straight for the courtyard where it was much calmer. The same butterfly landed on your palm and you smile at it. You see a ray of light moving and you look toward it only for it to move again. You tilt your head in confusion and scratch your head and you realize you lost your bonnet and your horns were reflecting the light.

                "Must have been lost in the clash at the Coliseum." You start to make your way back only to have a man with orange hair and an X on his chin block your path.

                "This is yours right?" He says, handing you your bonnet.

                "Yes it is, thank you very much." You smile at him, putting your bonnet back on and concealing your horns.

                "I don't think you should be without your summoner." He says seriously.

                "Why so?" You ask, not liking the heaviness of the atmosphere.

                "He might be in trouble, you know. Just saying." He explains as he walks past.

                Your brows furrow from his message. You could always warp to him immediately if he were to be in trouble in any instance. You shrug it off and sit back down the bench. You relax for a little bit, admiring the scenery and the nice atmosphere.

                "Lovely day." A voice says.

                "Yes, indeed." You reply, before looking at them and realizing it was Doflamingo.

                He was sitting next to you and he towered over you, seemingly blocking out the sun. The background fades to black and red and smoke fills your lungs. You were at the battlefield once again, sitting on an out-of-place bench with your former summoner.

                He exhales, relaxing, "Do you remember these days, ___?" He leans back, looking at the changed surroundings.

                There was blood and dead bodies of mixed races everywhere. You smelled the all-too-familiar scent of burning bodies and bloodshed, along with the dying screams and battle cries all around. Your breathing turns heavy and you look around wildly, remembering this scene from the deepest memories in your mind. You look around wildly and notice and familiar figure wreaking havoc everywhere they went. It was you. You ripped bodies apart with ease, moved like lightning and with the force of a thousand men. That was you.

                "Like what you see?" He asks, you shake your head feebly.

                He clicks his tongue and frowns, "Why not? This is yours. You contributed to this war! This is a legend! A masterpiece!" He gushes as he stands up and opens his arms as if admiring the scenery before him.

                "I guess you wouldn't understand." He says looking back at you, "You were just a pawn back then. Being controlled by those more powerful than you. But look where it got you! I've got to say, you have to be the best low-class demon out there." He says further.

                Nothing came out of your mouth and you feel tears fall down your cheek. Using one finger, he turns your face towards his, making your eyes meet his through his sunglasses.

                "But are you really a low-class demon?" He asks in all seriousness before roaring with laughter and walking away.

                Everything goes back to normal and you were left in tears, alone. You sob quietly and wipe away the tears as you try to dismiss the darkness clawing at your sanity.

                "I won't be like that anymore." You say to yourself.