"How boring," Takamura yawned, the sound echoing through the unnaturally quiet school courtyard.
With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the unconscious and bleeding body of Matsuda Sosuke onto the pavement.
The Student Council President, who only moments ago had been the undisputed leader of this district, now lay in a tangled heap of torn silk and bruised ego, his spirit energy completely extinguished.
Takamura stood over the scattered, broken bodies of the Saint Shinomiya Highschool elite and couldn't help but shake his head in genuine disappointment.
With a sigh of disappointment, he adjusted his mohawk, his eyes scanning the carnage with the bored indifference of a man who had expected a challenge and found only a target made of sand.
