A Wanderer's Lies

Author's Note: I changed Colt's name to Jett, cause it's too close to "Cain" making it confusing.

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"Hey, Oliver!"

Isaac shook Oliver, seeing the boy's eyes completely closed, raising his voice and creating some ruckus that caused the surrounding students to peer at what was going on.

But it was too late.

Oliver was in deep sleep.

He'd already entered his scenario.

Isaac wanted to get in a few last words before Oliver closed his eyes at the very least.

After all, this may have very well been his last day with the Oliver he knew.

Isaac wished Oliver good luck, placing the boy's head back on the desk.

"Ah, here it is. Rank 769…"

Before Orion could begin taking attendance, he was interrupted as a student at the back of the class sprung up from their seats.

"Orion!"

The student raised their voice, prompting Orion and the entire class to stare at him.

Some were confused by his urgent tone, while others were bewildered at how he could refer to a teacher informally.

"Um, I mean, Mr Orion. It's Oliver, he's entered his Scenario…sir."

A pause erupted in the class as the students glanced at each other.

Meanwhile, Orion quickly walked toward Clover, poking him a few times as Isaac raised an eyebrow.

"Well, it appears you're right. Oliver has entered his first scenario. Took him long enough." Orion whispered the last sentence under his breath.

As he said this, the students broke out in chatter.

"What?! His first Scenario? Wasn't he already an Inheritor?"

"No, don't you remember? He was hiding in the back during our hunt for Hal Lordic."

"I just thought he was weak."

"Please, he's the son of Chairman Clover. Had it been anyone else, they'd be teased. Why do you think no one messed with him."

As the students all engaged in gossip while some stared at Oliver's unconscious body, Orion spoke to Isaac.

"This reminds me, Harrison wanted to see you. You should go now." Saying this, Orion carried Oliver on his back, walking out of the class.

'The Vice Principal…wants to see me?'

***

Isaac stood before the door leading to the Vice Principal's office.

On his way there, he couldn't stop thinking about Oliver.

Who his Character was, what verse he'd been sent to and what his quest would be.

He couldn't help but think of an hour ago when he was walking these hallways with him and Zach.

Yet so quickly, everything changed.

-SMACK

'Snap out of it man.'

Isaac smacked his palms into his cheeks.

'Even if he's in a pickle, he'll just talk the bad guys to death.'

Isaac resolved as he tried to focus on the matter at hand.

What exactly did the Vice Principal want from him?

'Well, I guess I'll find out.'

Pulling the handle to the door, the door opened smoothly as a refreshing air washed over Isaac as if he were on a mountaintop.

Walking in, Isaac quickly spotted multiple bookshelves, and a large oak desk with two single leather chairs before it for guests.

On the other side, was a large, bald and burly man with a scruffy ginger beard and a scar traced upon his forehead.

"Ah, Isaac! Welcome, please have a seat." Harrison spoke in a low and hoarse voice, yet tried his best to raise it a few octaves to match his surprise.

Isaac did as he was told, taking a seat and noticing the closed windows.

'Where the hell is this wind coming from?'

Isaac asked, looking around and finding no sort of AC or fans.

"Firstly, I thought it necessary to bring something to your attention. You failed to notify the Academy of your extended leave this weekend."

As Harrison said this, Isaac raised an eyebrow, soon a look of realisation showing on his face.

'Crap, he's right.'

Isaac was informed by the rude portal guard that he should notify the school if he was to extend his trip another day.

So much was happening during the weekend that Isaac had simply forgotten.

"I'm sorry, Vice Principal Harrison. It slipped my mind." Isaac replied.

"No problem."

Isaac furrowed his eyebrow. He was at least expecting some reprimanding. He'd expect this treatment for one of the Golden Six, but not an F-ranker such as himself.

'Now that I think about it, should the Vice Principal be dealing with something so menial?'

"Secondly, I needed you for an external matter. It's perfectly fine if you want to reject this."

'Ah, there it is.'

Isaac's confusion faded as Harrison spoke once again.

'He purposefully decided to mention and pardon my absence, indirectly indicating that I owe him one. Slimy bastard.'

Isaac felt the urge to smack the man across the face, however, he was slightly curious about what he wanted from a simple F-Ranker.

As Isaac nodded, Harrison continued.

"I'm assuming you're familiar with Jett Hale?"

Harrison asked, to which Isaac nodded, confused.

"Yes, we're in the same class."

"Excellent. You see, the master of the most prestigious Dojo in Spawn, Jett's Grandfather, and I have engaged in a spirited bout. Any first-year student of mine will come face to face with Jett in a strictly martial arts-only battle."

Harrison smiled widely, showing his teeth.

'You've gotta be kidding me. I'm being used for a bet he made?'

Isaac inwardly cursed, speaking shortly after.

"Me? Fighting one of the Golden Six? As you probably already know, sir, I'm just an F-Rank. Wouldn't you rather take on a more capable student?"

Isaac spoke in an innocent voice, intentionally making himself seem clueless.

Although, Isaac already knew the answer to this.

"I chose you specifically after seeing this."

Harrison turned his open laptop, playing a clip which showed Isaac easily handling three students with nothing but his fists.

Isaac inwardly nodded as he saw this. It only proved what he already knew.

'He knows that I can fight well. If I lose, no one will care, since Jett beat a lowly F Rank. But if I win, the Hales will forever be known for losing to an F-Ranker, and Harrison will thrive. It's a win-win.'

"You're quite skilled and adept in Hand-to-Hand Combat. I believe you are the perfect person to do this." Harrison turned his laptop back around.

'Yeah right.'

This is what Isaac wanted to say, but he held himself back.

"When is it? The day of the fight, I mean." Isaac asked in his most innocent tone.

"One month from now…"

'Wait a minute. One month?'

"...During the excursion planned for the first years to Ashton City."

Isaac felt as though his heart stopped and his body froze while his skin paled.

'They're leading me…they're leading everyone to their deaths and they don't even know it.'

Despite Isaac's shock, he made sure not to show it outwardly, keeping a straight face.

"During this excursion, we'll be visiting the Hale Dojo. The greatest martial arts dojo in Spawn. There is where the challenge will undergo."

Isaac's interest in this topic had severely lessened. If it wasn't enough he constantly had Oliver on his mind, he now had another problem to deal with.

He didn't know how to deal with it either.

Who would believe him if he suddenly told everyone a secret organisation was planning an attack on them with Terrors they'd created and dumped in Ravenwood?

'Hell, I wouldn't believe me.'

"Sorry, Mr Vice Principal. May I have some time to think about it?" Isaac asked, to which Harrison stared for a few seconds, nodding shortly after.

"Of course. But you should know, Isaac, this will benefit you too. Whether you win or lose, I will award you a Fist Art."

Isaac's interest was slightly peaked.

Although he doubted the Fist Art was anything above three stars as neither Harrison nor the school would waste such resources on him, he couldn't help but perk his ears.

Despite this, he still had no interest in participating.

"A Fist Art?! Thats amazing. Although, I'd still like some time to think about it." Isaac spoke enthusiastically, and seeing this, Harrison returned the energy.

"No problem, I look forward to hearing from you, Isaac."

Harrison stood, shaking Isaac's hand and waving the boy off as he left the office.

As Isaac closed the door, his expression changed from a bright smile to a brooding frown.

Putting his hands in his pocket, Isaac walked through the corridor.

'One month.'

In one month, the first years will travel to Ashton City.

In one month, Onyx will be waiting for Isaac and his peers with Terrors of the Red Zone, and Inheritors even stronger than Jayne and possibly even Wayne.

Signing, Isaac pinched the bridge of his nose.

'I need a plan.'

He would train in the Eighth Gate once school ended, and he was soon going to start creating his Hatsu, but despite this, it wouldn't be enough to single-handedly beat the Onyx.

He needed his wit.

His mind that got him out of the Dark Continent.

Because he knew, it was the greatest weapon he possessed.

And he knew just where to start.

'Xavier Hall.'

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