AF3?
The name was too vague. Be it intermediate education or advanced education, there were too many schools with AF3. The only difference was the affiliation. Therefore, when Bel said that he was from "AF3", everyone was trying to guess which AF3 he was from. After all, no one would think of the top "AF3" in the first place.
The third advanced education school affiliated to the RAS was either a top noble or a genius. Geniuses were everywhere there, and any one of them was enough to make other advanced education schools fight over it.
Many schools would fight for the second place in the Empire, but no one dared to mess with the first place. It was the acknowledged boss. As for the advanced education schools affiliated to the RAS and AF2, they didn't participate in the ranking. They weren't even on the same level. In other words, they weren't considered traditional advanced education schools anymore.
The rain in Barenbator came and went as quickly as it came. A rainbow floated above the man-made lake not far away.
However, no one was in the mood to look at the rainbow.
The school guards had surrounded the area, and the school doctors were busy treating the injured. The conflict had caused a lot of damage, and some of the students might be in danger if they weren't rescued in time.
The school doctors glanced at the broken blades on the ground and the broken metal utensils. They turned around and focused on treating the injured. It was better not to get involved.
The Deputy Head of Teaching was not stupid. He did not say anything when he heard the words "AF3". After all, there were two advanced education schools with the words "AF3" in the Star Sector. They were not bad. He even planned to send a batch of graduates there. He had to get to the bottom of the kid's background first. If the kid was close to the leaders of the two schools, he'd have to think twice.
However, the vice dean of students couldn't afford to be weak in front of so many students. The Vice Director of Teaching put his hands behind his back and straightened his back. Gathering his strength, he pointed at Bel with his chin and said in what he thought was a dignified tone, "Which AF3 are you …"
"What's going on?!"
Before the Deputy Head of Teaching could finish his words, he was interrupted by a loud shout. In fact, the voice of the person who interrupted the Deputy Head of Teaching was not too loud, but it was imposing. It was different from the Deputy Head of Teaching, who was weak on the inside but weak on the inside. Hearing this voice, people would feel a sense of awe.
The Deputy Director of Teaching's imposing manner, which he had worked so hard to build up, suddenly dissipated. When he heard the voice, he swallowed his words and his expression changed. He squeezed out a smile on his chubby face and looked in the direction of the voice.
The crowd parted on their own, and a flying car landed not far away from them. A man wearing an imperial military uniform, and judging from the epaulets on his shoulder, he was a major. He was slightly older than Cillin and Bel, but he could still be considered young.
There were a couple of people behind the major. Cillin didn't recognize them, but the other students did. From the students' whispers, Cillin learned that the people behind the major were the headmaster and the vice headmasters of Barenbator Academy. The fact that the principal of an intermediate school was standing obediently behind the major showed that he wasn't a simple man.
Some of the people who had been fighting with each other earlier lowered their heads when they saw the major, but that only served to expose themselves. After a few bangs, a few people who weren't Barenbator's men were kicked out from the crowd and returned to their original adult forms.
Just like Silin, the students didn't see the major's movements clearly. They only heard a few thuds before they were kicked out of the crowd and sprawled on the ground.
The young major sneered. He didn't say a word, but his laughter was enough to make the people on the ground tremble in fear.
The vice dean, who thought he had a lot of energy before, was now silent. He didn't even dare to make a sound. He glanced at the principal and hurried over to him as if the principal was his savior.
The major was aware of the vice dean's actions, but he didn't bother to pay attention. He swept his gaze across the crowd and paused for a moment when he saw Celine. Then, he swept his gaze across the others.
Bel was on the other side, his umbrella closed. The crowd was blocking his view, so the major didn't notice Bel at first glance.
His gaze wasn't sharp, but it was extremely oppressive. It was as if a giant hand was strangling them by the neck and pressing them to the ground. Most of the students lowered their heads to avoid eye contact with the major. Even the guards didn't dare to look him in the eye, except for Silin.
After scanning the crowd, the major said, "I'll give you three seconds!"
Less than three seconds after the major's words left his mouth, a few people who were not students of Barren Bator High School walked out from the crowd. The ferocity of the previous fight had disappeared, and each of them stood in front of their companions who had been kicked to the ground like little wives. They didn't dare provoke this man. Even their boss had to be respectful in front of him, let alone small fries like them.
"Scram! I'll deal with you guys later!"
The group sighed in relief when they heard the major's words. They dragged their fallen comrade to the side, but they didn't dare to go too far. If they did, they'd die. However, as they walked, they glanced at the comrade that Silin was sitting on. The comrade wasn't pretending to be unconscious anymore, and he was blinking at them for help.
The students who were about to "scram" noticed the comrade's pleading eyes and looked at the major, who was standing there like a gun. They didn't even have the courage to open their mouths. As soon as the major tilted his head in their direction, the few of them no longer paid any attention to their miserable comrade, and "scampered off" to one side.
The major looked at Silin again, then walked straight towards Silin.
"Major Tousen …" The headmaster was about to say something, but Tousen shot him a look and forced him to swallow his words. He stood there awkwardly and turned to look at the vice director of teaching who was running towards him. He finally found a punching bag, but he didn't dare to speak loudly.
Bel didn't go over. Although he hadn't seen Tousen in person, he knew who he was when the headmaster said the name. Before coming to the twenty-third star region, Bel had done some research on the people in this star region. Among them was Tousen. Nuhachi Tousen.
Every noble family had their own influence in the Mist Bodhisattva Empire. For example, the Sizer Family was famous for their flying car manufacturing industry, and the Nuhachi Family was very influential in the military. Although they weren't as influential as the monarch and the three kings, they were still one of the giants. The Nuhachi Family had produced many famous generals, and many of the envoys the students studied under had the surname Nuhachi.
Tousen was almost ten years older than Bel, and he was also a graduate of AF3. Even now, his name was still on the list of outstanding graduates of AF3. It would be hard for Bel not to know about the man who used to be famous in AF3. His teachers often used Tousen as an example in their classes.
Even though Tousen was walking towards him, Silin didn't look like he was going to back down. He stared straight at Tousen without any intention of backing down.
It wasn't that Silin was arrogant, but Silin knew from the first moment he saw Tousen that he couldn't show weakness in front of a person like this. If he did, he would lose everything. It was all about strength, not status. Tousen looked a bit like Knight. That was why Silin felt a sense of familiarity when facing Tousen. It was the same feeling he had when Knight first stood in front of him.
Tousen stared at the young man in front of him. Tousen was a few years younger than him, but he didn't show any signs of weakness. He was the one sitting there, and it was the kid who was looking up at him, but Tousen felt like they were at the same level.
Every one of them had a unique aura that was either strong or weak. When Cillin and Tuo Sen got closer and closer to each other, their auras clashed against each other, causing the surrounding people to feel as if the air had thickened a little.
Tousen didn't stop until he was right in front of Silin. He didn't say a word and reached out to grab the person Silin was sitting on.
His movement wasn't fast, so everyone around him could see it clearly. What happened next, however, was a blur for the students.
Silin grabbed Tousen's wrist, flipped over, and launched an elbow strike at Tousen's throat. At the same time, he used his knee to knock back Tousen's leg. However, Silin's elbow strike didn't succeed either. It was blocked by Tousen's palm. It was obviously just a palm, but it was like a steel shield that stopped the attack. Not only did it stop, but it also pushed back.
Both of them had fast reactions, and each attack was faster than the last. At first, the students could still see a little shadow, but as time went by, it became blurry. They could only hear the sounds of bangs, but they didn't know what happened to the two.
The time the two exchanged blows was very short, no more than two seconds. In those two seconds, the two had exchanged dozens of blows. Moreover, both of them only needed one hit to make the other lose the ability to fight.
When the students could see clearly again, Silin and Tousen were still standing there. However, their positions had changed. Tousen was standing next to the person Silin had knocked down, while Silin was standing where Tousen had been.
The students could only see the result of the exchange from the clothes of the two, but unfortunately, they couldn't see anything. Both of them looked the same as before. However, now many people were somewhat afraid of Silin, especially those who had "rolled" to the side. Now, they were quite glad that they didn't attack Silin, or else they would have been crippled. They didn't know how many times they had been crippled by Tousen or Tousen's subordinates. Otherwise, they wouldn't be like mice that had seen a cat when they saw this person.
Tousen moved his palm. It was a little hot and numb. He didn't expect this kid to be so strong. At the same time, Tousen was also shocked by Silin's strength.
Others might not know, but Tousen himself was very clear. Others might be surprised that Silin was able to fight with Tousen without being at a disadvantage, but Tousen knew that he had already lost.
He didn't need to touch his gun to know that the gun in the holster had fallen apart. The only thing that had caused the gun to fall apart was Silin's fist that had brushed past his clothes. That was the only opportunity that could have allowed the kid to do such a thing. Tousen didn't expect that the kid wouldn't be able to return empty-handed.
The corner of Tousen's lips curled up. He wasn't the slightest bit annoyed at his loss. He kicked the person on the ground with his heel, resetting the dislocated bone. Although it was still painful, he could at least get up and walk for a bit. Moreover, he would rather endure the pain and "roll" away than stay with these two.
"What's your name, kid?" Tousen looked at Silin, his eyes emotionless. Even if he admired Silin, he didn't show it on his face.
"None of your business!"
The words weren't spoken by Silin. Before Silin could open his mouth, Bel had already rushed over to answer. In this place, the prince was the only one who dared to shout at a major like this, and this major was a great noble no less.
Tousen's face visibly stiffened when he saw Bel striding toward him. The corner of his eyes twitched, and twitched again...
Why the hell did I run into this little ancestor?!
It made sense though. Even the two Blaze Eagles were here, so it wasn't strange that this little ancestor would be here. However, running into this little ancestor wasn't a good thing.
Tuo Sen was well aware of the famous hedonistic sons and daughters of the nobility. Most of them were arrogant in public, but they had to lower their necks in front of their own fathers. Bel was an exception. He wasn't even afraid of the Fire Eagle King, and there was no one in the entire Mist Bodhisattva Empire who didn't know that he was the most reckless and unreasonable person in the empire.
Tousen curled his lips. "I didn't expect to see His Highness here."
"His … Highness?!"
The people around him were dumbfounded, especially the vice director. He wanted to die right now. What the hell did he do just now? Did he just point at the prince and lecture him? No matter which Royal Highness it was, it wasn't someone he could say anything to. Moreover, the three royal families were famous for their bad tempers. This was bad, this was really bad. This time, it was really hard for him to absolve himself from the blame.
Chang Three and Chang Four's mouths fell open in shock. Is this really a prince? Is there a prince with ears like this? He was just skinning a frog in the kitchen just a moment ago!
The principal and the others finally realized what was going on. A prince? Could he be the prince of the Blaze Eagle Royal Family? Only the Blaze Eagle Royal Family had come to this place.
Some of the students had thought of the possibility as well, but they didn't dare say anything after what had just happened.
Bel ignored everyone else's reaction and looked at Tousen like he was a thief. He nudged him and said, "Aren't the military supposed to be a bunch of busy people? Don't get involved in this. Go back to your own business, you don't have to worry about this." He then looked at the principal who was twirling his fingers. "The school will take care of this, right?"
"Of … of course!" the principal promised. Even though he was a noble, his family's social status was nothing compared to the royals'. To be honest, a single word from Bel could force him out of office.
"There's no rush. I'm just here to take a look at the campus. I heard it's a great place to relax. Why don't we find a place to talk?"
Even though it was a question, Tousen's expression suggested that he had already made up his mind.
"There are many places to talk in the school. I'll arrange them for you …" the principal said hurriedly.
"No need!" Bel cut him off, "We shouldn't get involved in military matters. We're just normal students, after all. We won't be involved in military matters while we're still in higher education."
The Vice Dean's heart skipped a beat when he heard Bel say that he was still in higher education. Fortunately, he fainted right away. Since it was His Royal Highness, which other "AFC 3" could it be?
"I can't say for sure. I was also involved in military missions while I was still in school." Tousen waved his hand carelessly.
"You said it yourself, not us. We're just bad students who don't want to learn. We just want to have fun," Bel said like a spoiled brat.
"Let me tell you …"
"Don't talk to us anymore!" Billy pulled Cillin and charged out.
"Hey, Your Highness, let's talk …"
"Nope! Nope! Just give up your … your heart! "It was rare that Bel remembered to catch the loophole in Angor's words as he ran.
Tousen smiled as he watched Bel drag Silin away. Just you wait, kid!
Ignoring the people around him who were still confused by their conversation, Tuo Sen walked back to the flying car and drove it away.
The principals had finally regained their authority and were now directing the guards and medical staff to deal with the situation.
Those who had been forgotten by the side looked at each other. In the end, they obediently went back to find Tuo Sen to be punished. This time, not only would they have to stay in jail, they would also have to suffer physical pain. Sigh!
Tousen returned to the place the school had arranged for him. He took out his gun holster and poured out the parts inside. With a flick of his fingers, he quickly assembled the parts into a perfect gun.
Tousen looked at the gun and put it back into the holster. He tapped his finger on the table, deep in thought.
The two lieutenants behind Tousen exchanged a look when they saw the smile on their superior's face. Their superior was probably up to something again.
Bel dragged Silin back to Chang Four's dormitory. The first thing he said was, "Silin, don't be tricked by that guy! Don't go to the military! Don't join the military! Damn it, he's trying to poach the Fire Eagle royalty? No way! Not even a window! "
Silin thought to himself, Since when did I become a member of the Fire Eagle royalty?
Although it was a hierarchical social system, the various major powers still valued some outstanding talents. Poaching and snatching people away from others was not uncommon among the various powers.
"Let me tell you, the military is hard and tiring, and you can't get anything good. Hmm … I bet you won't even get a wife. You're a bunch of men, and you might not even see a single girl for a few years. Think about it, it's great now. You can do whatever you want, pick up girls if you want, and be as carefree as you want. Why would you go to the military and ask for trouble …"
Bel rattled off a long list of the disadvantages of the military, but Silin just nodded. The prince must have suffered a lot in the past, or he wouldn't be able to speak so profoundly and with so many vivid expressions on his face.
Beside him, Kurt held a few roasted frogs in his hands, unable to get a word in.
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