'Is he really still holding a grudge?' Azel thought, watching Reinhardt from across the cafeteria.
The Protagonist's sharp eyes and the way he clenched his fists gave away his intent.
Azel didn't blame him.
If someone had broken almost every bone in his body and left him for dead, he would harbor hate too.
It was natural.
However what happened to the honorable duels? How did hitting him with food settle it
Besides… wasn't it because of him that Reinhardt awakened faster? Shouldn't there be at least a thank you buried under all that anger?
Azel sighed and stood up slowly.
The wooden chair scraped against the tiled floor, making several students glance his way.
Azel didn't know Reinhardt did it but he had gathered a few goons, the kind of boys who acted tough because they stood behind someone stronger.
Your average high school bullies.
One of them held a pie like it was a loaded weapon.
Another gripped a steaming bowl of soup with a grin that promised nothing good.
