Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son-Chapter 76: Bathroom brawl

"Click."

With a soft click, the bathroom door of the second-year building slowly opened, drawing the attention of the four students inside who were busy talking.

"....."

Wordlessly, a handsome boy with purple hair and eyes entered the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

"Neplh."

He mumbled softly, and the doorknob he touched started to freeze slowly until it was entirely engulfed by crystalline ice.

One of the boys staggered back as Azariah looked at him with a bright and innocent smile.

And as if he had nothing to do with them, he walked towards one of the basins to wash his hands.

The second-year students silently approached the door, ignoring him.

"Argh... fuck." But just as one of them tried to open the door, his hand started to freeze due to touching the doorknob.

"...How have you been, Weston?" Azariah asked, his smile turning into a grin as he walked towards them. "Hope you didn't forget about me."

"Are you the one who is going to—"

"I don't have time for chit chat." Azariah interjected, cutting off one of the boys who tried to speak, shaking his head.

"You know I postponed my date just because of you shits."

"Do you think you will be safe after trying to harm us—."

"Don't worry about that." Stretching his hand to warm himself up, Azariah replied,

"I am pretty sure the headmaster will call me after I am done with you guys."

"W-we were just following orders—."

"You have two choices, Weston." He interjected again, looking at them. "You either go down fighting or without fighting."

Taking deep breaths, they looked at each other, not knowing how to get out of the situation without getting entangled in the politics of the empire.

"I don't have all day." Azariah pressed further, taking a battle stance without any weapon.

"Why are you doing thi—."

"Weston, like I said, I don't have all day." Azariah replied once again, interjecting sharply. "And if you can beat me, I swear I will not say a word to anyone."

"Fuck it." One of them cursed loudly as he rushed towards him.

Seeing him rushing towards him, Azariah took a deep breath before mumbling,

"Amun-Ra's blessing:

Second form: sefīgá."

The boy threw a straight punch right at Azariah's face with all his strength.

Baam!!

Bringing his hand close to his face, Azariah let his punch connect with his forearm, making a resonating sound.

"Huh?"

The second-year students let out a startled voice as his punch didn't have any effect on him,

while the silver runes on Azariah's body glowed softly from his hand that was blocking the attack, despering throughout his body.

"Hap!!"

Thinking swiftly, he tried to kick Azariah's ribs, but once again he was baffled as Azariah let him kick without blocking.

Baam!!

The kick connected, making Azariah frown, but once again the runes on his body glowed softly, spreading the impact from his ribs throughout his entire body.

Boom!!

Azariah retaliated, kicking the back of his opponent's thighs right above the knees. His leg glowed brightly with a silver hue.

"ARGHHH!!"

The second-year student shouted at the top of his lungs, clutching his fractured leg.

Baam!!

But Azariah didn't let him suffer for long, kicking his jaw, knocking him out cold.

"It still hurts," Azariah grumbled as he looked at the remaining three students.

Unlike his first form of blessing, where he could drain any type of energy he can use within a certain range using mana as his medium,

in his second form of blessing, he could convert any type of energy he comes in contact to into mana, storing it in his body to use against his enemies.

Well, unless the energy was too much for his body to handle breaking him in the process.

"A-are y-you going against the Prince?" one of them exclaimed in panic, drawing Azariah's focus back.

"You guys were there when I was getting beaten, right?" he asked, tilting his head. "Didn't you hear me say that he means nothing to me?"

"He's gone mad," Weston mumbled as he took out a pair of knives. "Distract him; I will attack him the moment I see any openings."

The other two nodded, licking their dried lips as they took out a short blade and a dagger.

Taking a deep breath, Azariah readied himself as the two students launched at him from his left and right flanks.

SWISH!!

Stepping back and twisting his body, Azariah dodged the assault from the dagger before he shifted his focus to the guy with the blade.

Swish

Swish

Tilting his body and dodging the blade attacks, Azariah swiftly grabbed the attacker's hand.

"ARGHHH."

The student grunted in pain as Azariah twisted his arm, turning the blade against him.

Slam!!

"Argh.."

Forcing him to step back, Azariah brought him close to the wall before kicking his stomach, making him slam hard against it.

Quickly, Azariah shifted his focus back to the dagger-wielding student as he launched another attack.

"Ughhh!!"

Blocking the strike by intercepting his wrist with his forearm, Azariah's hand glowed softly, the light dispersing throughout his body.

"Arrghh!!"

Taking the opportunity, the blade-wielding student tried to sneak up on him, but all he met was a swift kick to the face.

"Fuck..."

Cursing, Azariah focused back on the dagger-wielding student doudging his attack, he grabbed his arm and dragged him close to a basin.

Slam!!!

"Argh!!"

Grabbing his head with his other hand, Azariah slammed his face onto the basin, making the student stagger backward.

Slam!!

Slam!!

Crack!!

But he didn't stop, continuing to slam his face against the basin until blood gushed out and the basin cracked open.

'Thud.'

With a dull sound, the unconscious body fell to the ground.

"Huff... Huff..."

Panting a little, Azariah looked at the remaining two students, who were now watching him with fear in their eyes.

"Come on."

Smiling slightly, Azariah gestured for them to come at him.

"A-are y-you sure about this?" Weston stuttered, glaring at him, "Ivan will not leave you—"

"Ah, fuck him." Azariah grumbled as he dashed at them without any care.

The blade-wielding student came forward, swinging his blade in a diagonal slash, cutting through the air.

"Amun-Ra's blessing:

First form: naqsal."

All the momentum and force behind the student's attack turned into nothingness, halting right in front of Azariah.

"Hup!"

Grabbing his hand, Azariah twisted his body, using his waist as a lever to lift and slam the student down.

"Arghh..."

Placing his leg on the joint of the boy's arm, Azariah looked at him for a moment.

"No! No! No—AEGHHH!!"

Crack!!

Ignoring his plea, Azariah grinned widely as he applied pressure on the joint until it broke with a cracking sound.

"Huff... Huff—ARGHH!!"

As he tried to catch his breath, a sharp pain resonated through his back, making him stumble forward.

With difficulty, Azariah turned to see a baffled Weston, who had once again stabbed him in the back.

"Not this again you fucker!!"

Azariah shouted as he grabbed Weston's head with both hands and drove his knee into Weston's face.

"Arghh." Weston groaned in pain as Azariah pulled out his axe-hammer, which he had been trying to avoid using for fear of killing someone.

"Wait! Arghh." Weston tried to balance himself but couldn't as Azariah grabbed his leg and dragged him toward the basin.

"What are you doing!! Hey!!" Weston shouted in panic as Azariah placed his leg over the hole of the basin.

"Fucking bastard—arghh!!"

Crack!!

Ignoring his curses, Azariah swung his hammer, hitting Weston's ankle and breaking it in one blow.

"Arghh!! Arghh!!!"

Weston screamed at the top of his lungs, clutching his leg. But Azariah didn't stop, striking his ankle again and again until it was barely attached by skin.

"I fucking hate backstabbers." Azariah grumbled, glaring at the unconscious Weston.

"Huff... Huff... ARGhh..."

Panting loudly, Azariah yanked the knife from his back, stumbled a little, and slowly sat down, leaning against the wall.

He pulled out his phone and dialed a number, bringing it close to his ear as he closed his eyes.

<Hello, daddy speaking.>

"Oliy, I need help," Azariah replied, ignoring the odd way Oliver answered the call.

<What happened?>

"I need help picking up some bodies."

<Dead or alive?>

"Alive."

<Sigh... where are you now?>

"Second-year building, last bathroom on the left."

<Alright, I'll be there in a while.>

"And Oliver..." Before he could end the call, Azariah continued, "...I'll sleep in your room for a while."

<Hmm, why?>

"Big sis... she's coming back," he replied softly, gently opening his eyes.

<I see...>

"Yeah."

<I'll be there in a minute.>

"Alright."

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