Koul moved to step toward the boy that was still reeling from shock on the floor.
One side of his face was bruised severely.
His lips were torn and blood was leaking.
Before he could recover, Koul wanted to teach him more lessons. But his friends, some of the other male students, stepped out.
They gathered Koul in a circle, ready to start a fight.
"Hey, just what do you think you're doing?!" One of them questioned angrily.
Their faces were tight and twisted in rage.
"Just because a lowlife like you was blessed with the opportunity to study with us, you now think yourself among us? How dare you raise your filthy hands on him?!"
Koul's gaze tilted slightly at the boy who just spoke. His face silently questioned what the hell they were yapping about.
Because to him, their words sounded nothing more than nonsense.
Quietly, he reached behind his back and pulled out a dagger from beneath his cloth.
Without hesitation, he hurled it straight at the boy who spewed nonsense.
