Class B [II]

Eventually, the problem Luke was anticipating arrived at his doorstep.

BAM! A hand met the surface of his desk, scaring the two harlots away from his side.

"Luke Kingsley of the Silver Order," the newcomer sneered, "assuming you're even worthy of that title right now." He was tall, muscular, and confident.

"Here we go again," Luke thought to himself.

Principal Claris had warned him that students would be desperate to humiliate him during this joint term just to make a name for themselves, but he hadn't expected them to be this relentless.

"Let's not do this right now, shall we?" Luke said calmly.

"What's the matter? Are you rejecting my challenge?" the bully snorted. "You know that turning down a challenge means a forfeit, right?"

Luke narrowed his eyes, refusing to let a forfeit define him.

"Yes, Luke. You heard me correctly. I am challenging you right here and now. I want whatever you have left gone."