Jason sped off, climbing up over the building effortlessly, while the new students in his group watched on. Somehow, despite his unnatural speed and strength, he managed to do it without causing any bit of the building to crumble away. "Uh, what the hell was that!? How did he just do that?" Lambacardley had her jaw to the floor in shock; it seemed completely unnatural for anyone to move in such a way. Horace poked at her side trying to bring her back to reality; speaking up, he asked, "Did you not have the system in your world? We've always had it here."

The venting little sod tried to belittle Labeley. "HA! She's got no chance if she doesn't get used to these changes." Trying to be a smug arsehole wasn't flying with Horace. "Hey, shut the fuck up bruh, you wanna throw down!?"

"Piss off, half-breed," he replied.

A voice came from the back of a group shouting, "YO! We got ourselves some beef, MALITERRSTAR!"

Horace and the future jailboy began throwing hands, flailing fists around like windmills in a fierce breeze. They kept their eyes closed the whole time and ended up swinging just past each other.

Gumpetteta intervened before the fighting could start, throwing students around like they weighed nothing. "NO FIGHT, YOU FIGHT, I JOIN IN, GUMP GUMP,"

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"Sorry miss," Horace took the still jaw-dropped Labaley with him around to the range behind the back of the building. Several training dummies and targets were set up nearby and far away. Jason was sitting on a target, twiddling his knives around, still cutting his fingers as he did so. Wanting to know why he was constantly doing that, he asked, "Sir, why do you keep doing that when it cuts you?"

Jason believed in a hands-on approach to learning. Demonstrating by using the knife in his left hand, he casually threw it at Horace's feet. The impact blew Horace and Labaley up into the air. They spun several times before landing face down in the fresh dirt.

Horace spoke in response after picking himself up, "That hurt so fucking much bruh, what the fuck!?"

"YOU FUCKING SUCK AS A TEACHER!" Labaley had tears in her eyes from the pain as she shouted at Jason.

Oops, I should have watched how many stacks I built up. My bad! But this is a good lesson: be on your toes for any sort of attacks. Enemies won't just stand around waiting for you; life isn't turn-based. Anyway...that was a key feature of my class in action. It's called 'Pain Stack.' The more I have, the bigger the next hit will be." Jason jumped between laughing and being in pain as the knives cut into his fingers after talking.

"Horace I think we've picked the wrong teacher. Can we change?" Labeley begged Horace.

"I can't change Labeley. If I wanna be a legend, I gotta start here. No cap,"

Labaley cringed at his words. I can't believe anyone would openly talk like that in public... Ew.

"It'll be alright. Come on, pick yourself up when we get started, and you pick a weapon. I'm sure you'll feel a bit more perked up about things.

Labaley was not so keen: "I'd love to throw a knife at this guy."

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