6.
Drake sprinted, passing each classroom, holding walls, turning corners.
"So that's your name." Drake muttered, coughing, fatigue finally catching up.
Getting to Kama was too important to be stopped.
Recess ended but such trivial matters wouldn't stop Kama. There was also the nagging possibility that Futaro and his goons were lurking.
His eyes rested on a large figure chewing and reading from an A3 scrap book. His wide chest rose and dropped slowly as his mouth moved.
Kama was a monster with a reputation so large, so impressive it had its own rules.
First, he never fought without being provoked.
Second calling him fat or anything other than Kama counted as provoking him.
Thirdly talking to him counted as provoking him.
Fourth he didn't bully, bullying required time out of one's life to talk. Even cruelty required some level of effort. He made suggestions but that was it.
Fifth one did not play with him or get in his way or the way of food.
And yes, food had a 'way' not a philosophy so much as an unstoppable path to his mouth. If there were goods to be shared and he hadn't gotten his cut… no one knew what followed, they just knew that HE KNEW and one had to go to the store to get more.
In his first year he'd nearly killed two last years who'd been armed with knives. That was when he was a first year, small… and slow…
'The Toad'
Even the way he rested on the bench drew the outline.
He had one friend, Kazuya. A short kid who was his polar opposite and spokesman.
"Kama!"
Drake stopped and doubled over, regaining what little composure he could muster. The hairs on his skin going haywire.
Kama didn't look up.
Kazuya on the other hand…
Kazuya was strange, with the longest hair Drake had seen on any Japanese man, celebrity or otherwise. It was brown with orange highlights, running to his ribs. He had a small face on a small head. Standing a full head shorter than Drake, a quarter of his muscle and bone mass.
"What do you want?" Kazuya shouted, his grin complacent.
"Piss off! I don't have time! Kama. What do you know of charges and riders?"
Kama looked up picking a donut from his lunch box. There was a moment when Kama's eye caught and Drake found himself backtracking. There wasn't anger, only the look of someone about to do the chore of hurting him… badly. It wasn't threatening. It didn't warn so much as leave one with a guarantee of a bad future.
Drake took a breath, rubbing blood back into white knuckles, determined to swallow what fear had come, along with any hope of a modelling career. He moved right up to Kama who stood. He was more than a full head taller than Drake and at least twice as wide.
He wasn't fat, just big. The fat a trap to lure prey in.
The rumour was that Kama only had a thin line of 'fat', the rest pure muscle, one could only guess the health of those who propagated it. Drake stood fast, but Kama grinned, satisfied with himself.
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🌌 Next time on Jin's War…
A single question shatters the ordinary: "Do you know how to disappear?"
Kama's answer is no riddle—it's a revelation. Worlds layered atop worlds, incantations that bend reality, and a realm where battles rage unseen.
But when Drake throws his fist, he isn't just starting a fight—he's tearing open the veil. And what waits beyond looks nothing like home.
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