"Your opponent has fortified; please wait until the other match is over."
Ray listened to the man that explained the rules since his arrival; he was one of the professors at the academy, but they had assigned him to be his personal assistant during the tournament.
"Who is that guy?" He pointed at one of the boys in the arena; he had blonde hair and glasses. From time to time he shot some bullets toward his opponent, but the thing that stood out about him was a soul dragon attacking his opponent.
"He's Marcus, heir of the gold family; his soul magic at that age is really impressive." He pointed at the dragon. "A soul creature's strength is defined by their presence in the real world. His beast has taken the shape of a dragon; he's one of the top tier."
"The gold family, huh?" Ray had very little knowledge about influential people in the army, but he had heard some rumors about their soul magic.
His hands shook with excitement; his only other interest beside women was fighting. There was a limit to how much he trained and how the real world was, and he had hit a new wall in his training past month.
He needed stronger people to train with, and the academy was the best place for him.
Soon the other person fell on the ground, but before they could announce a rest time, Ray moved to the center of the arena.
"I would love to start the final right now, if you are ok with it."
Marcus seemed annoyed; he spat on the ground: "This is not a playground, kid. Just because your mother is rich doesn't mean you can do anything you want!"
Ray sighed and thought to himself, "This is one of those guys." He cleared his throat and spoke with a calm tone: "I just care about the time of the people that are watching us, and you didn't seem tired. If you need your time, I can wait."
The crowd screamed at the same time, demanding the final fight.
He saw as Marcus became more and more frustrated.
"I guess Marcus doesn't have a problem starting the match." A new person joined their conversation; upon her arrival, the whole crowd went silent.
Ray turned his voice toward this new face; the person had one of the most beautiful faces that he had ever seen, short blonde hair and golden eyes, with a long dress that showed the curves of her body perfectly, but what made Ray go crazy was the long legs full of golden tattoos.
"Excuse me, I didn't introduce myself, young man. I am Kaine from the Gold family, also the director of the Gold Academy."
"Aw, her voice is so sweet… And is she the mother of that annoying jerk?" Ray moved his vision from her boobs to her face: "I'm glad that I got to know you, my lady!" He took her hand and kissed her fingers.
She didn't mind the flirting and moved between them: "So Marcus from the Gold family, do you have anything to say before the match?"
Marcus's face was red from the anger as he yelled to the crowd, "This is a disgrace to the Gold Academy! He didn't even earn his place in the tournament. What about all the others that failed and didn't get the chance to be here? We as a society should leave this kind of behavior!"
Kaine waited for him to finish his speech; no one cared about his words, and that made him more angry.
She turned toward Ray. "Ray Kurosawa, do you have anything to say?"
"You are wrong, my lady!"
"About what?"
Ray smiled at her as he started to take out his watch and shirt: "Right now, I'm just Ray. I didn't enroll in this academy because of my family name. It was simply in my own interest."
She watched as he took out his shirt. Ray moved her body to warm it up. "As I told you, I'm just here for my own interest; you can start the match if you want."
The crowd went crazy for his actions;
"He took out his armor..."
"His body is so perfectly built..."
"Is he stupid or what?"
The whole crowd waited for Kaine to start the match, but she just stood there staring at him. "Young man, you know this is a dangerous fire you are playing with."
Ray was getting bored; his blood called for a fight. "I just want to try my own abilities, and I'm pretty sure I'm safe in your hands."
She nodded and stepped back and announced, "Whoever wins this fight will be my own personal assistant among the students in the academy. We shall begin in a minute."
A timer started to count above their head, but Ray's mind wandered in his own imagination; as her assistant, he could spend many hours alone with her, and bending her on the desk while fucking her until morning was not so impossible.
"Now, I have two reasons to win this!"
He dropped his usual act; an intense killing intent rose from his heart. Every cell in his body now wanted only one thing: to kill.