Warlock of Oceans: My Poseidon System

"Well, I guess I did," My sister continued to laugh after checking that the light was shimmering a bright green color.

It was. I mean, of course, it was. My heartbeat was at such a low resting point I doubt the app could even pick it up.

"Alright, I trust you, but if you tell anybody the location of the temple, I will be forced to kill them. I won't do anything to you, but they will be forced to die."

"I understand," I smiled, leaning closer in, but my sister quickly pushed me back before opening her mouth.

"The location will come to you at a random time, on a random person, at a random place. Nobody can know about this, okay?"

…

It wasn't long before I had to go to my next class: Sword Mastery which I assumed was going to be more entertaining or useful than the Sword Theory I just had… yet, there I was, sitting in class, reviewing the basics.

"Excuse me, ma'am. When are we going to actually be using a sword?" An older teenager sitting right beside me asked the same question practically everybody was itching to say.

The woman, whose skin was a light brown, slowly moved her braids from her face, revealing two golden eyes that attempted to pierce straight through the boy's head. Your next chapter awaits on empire

Her eyes were so sharp you'd think they were a weapon in itself, and seeing how the student next to me nearly pissed his pants, it was obvious she was approaching that realm of power.

"I apologize," the boy quickly got up and left, presumably to use the bathroom.

"Now! It seems you all are discontent with the fact you are sitting in a classroom, reviewing the basics. I mean, I would too, but the fact is, most people are stupid as hell and don't understand such basics… which is why we'll be taking a test tomorrow. We are reviewing the basics, so you have no excuse for failing the test tomorrow. If not, you will be expelled from my class. Nothing more, nothing less. Just straight up expelled… now, everyone who has their hands up, please lower them before you piss me off even more."

I leaned back in my seat, lightly smiling as the woman continued her review, and well, it went by pretty fast, carrying us through the entire class.

And as I began to leave, the woman shouted, "The notes are online! So if I see any failures in my goddamn teacher view, I'll be making the rest of the class do pushups and laps for the entire day. I don't care what your other teachers say! You're running until your legs fall off and doing push-ups until your entire upper body shreds every muscle!"n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

From the looks of it, most didn't like this teacher, and I guess I could agree with them to some extent, but if you want to master the art of swordsmanship, you need discipline and a good foundation.

Without a good foundation, all of your skills and such will crumble when somebody much better than you decide to pick a fight.

And as I walked back to my dorm for the half-an-hour-long intermission between classes, a boy bumped into me, placing a small piece of paper in my hand before disappearing… like completely disappearing. It was as if he was never there in the first place.

I glanced down at the small slip of paper in my hand after checking how few people were around me, and upon reading it, it disintegrated into dust that gently hit the marble floor.

"Who would have thought…."

Creeeeeeeek

I opened the door to my room, shaking my shoes off with barely any trouble, and then sat down on the edge of my bed.

My foot tapped the ground silently until I saw three… four people enter my room?

"Wait… you're…." I paused for just a moment as I stood up and inspected the boy, who had grown big and strong, presumably hitting puberty by now. "Jake. You're Jake from daycare, right? Amelia, the headmaster of the daycare, told me to check up on you," I smiled, but my siblings didn't.

The boy, who was about double my size in muscularity and height limply, sat down on Petra's side of the bed, letting out a long sigh before rolling up his sleeve.

He had short brown hair and very dull black eyes. He didn't look too special besides the fact it was clear he had been in the weight room training.

Honestly, I had forgotten about him since he was so forgettable, but I do remember those constantly angry eyes.

"Ugh… fuck… please, slow down," Jake lightly whimpered as Mari began to disinfect a large bruise that had a slight abrasion on his skin.

"Oh, shut the hell up. How did you even end up like this?" Mari questioned the boy, but he seemed reluctant to answer, especially when I was there.

His eyes continued to dart between Mari and me, his eyes clearly showing a bit of fear as they grazed over me.

"Just a small skirmish with my friends. We have been beefing with a few other people, and the fight finally broke out," Jake let out a long sigh as a cooling medical patch was placed over the bruise.

"A skirmish, and you came out with just a bruise?" I asked, and as the boy slowly rose his pupils towards me, an expression of anger soon infiltrated onto that dirty face of his.

"Well, I'm sure you didn't know this, little boy, but I'm a top ranker in my class for Combat Theory. I know how to defend myself…."

"You still don't like me?"

"How could I ever like you when you still act like a dick to me…?"

"You were the one who kept looking over at me, so I assumed you wanted to start something… or what? Are you just scared of me?" I smiled, hoping to get a reaction out of him, but he seemed to be much more mature than before.

Yes, he was angrier than before, but he was able to hold himself back. Although, he was about to spew a few nonsensical words at me.

"Listen up you-"

"Alright! That's enough! God damn! Cyrus, stop instigating a fight!" Mari shouted, shutting both of us up before our words devolved into a physical fight.