The War for The North [43]
Chapter 155: First Spark and Dreams of Heroism
"Hey loser, what are you reading there again?"
A shadow fell over the skinny boy sitting in the back rows of the class.
The boy felt his shoulders tense up involuntarily. He looked even smaller than he was with his bony frame and thick rimmed glasses, his school uniform hanging loosely on him.
His only sanctuary was that imaginary world imprisoned in black and white squares, where he quietly turned the pages at his desk.
However, reality was cruel and unavoidable as always. His bully stood over him with a smirk.
He wrapped his thick arm around the boy's thin neck and squeezed it as if he were a friend.
But there was no friendship in this grip; only pure bullying and a display of power.
"N...nothing..." the boy with glasses stuttered, his voice knotted in his throat. His muscles were rigid.
The bully did not stop. He snatched the manga from the boy's trembling hands with greed.
