Iron Blooded Hound

Chapter 132: Chapter 132: Warning

The sophomores surround Piggy and boo him.

"This time it's Nagari; look forward to the next one."

"If the next one is also Nagari, pull out all your teeth."

"One beat off! Two beats off! Three beats off! One, two, three, four!"

"Hurry up and do something, brother; the ladies are bored!"

This group of six, three men and three women, continued to harass Piggy.

Naturally, Piggy was too timid to say anything, so he just stood there with tears streaming down his face.

Then the girls giggled.

"What is it? Is he crying?"

"Oh, my God, poor thing."

"You're so mean! Why are you picking on him?"

The boys giggle and retort.

"When did we bully you?"

"It's all about getting to know you; we'll be seeing you for a long time."

"Dude, why are you crying, and XX, are you trying to make us look bad?"

Just then, a girl tapped Piggy on the shoulder.

"Dude. Stop crying. Get a drink."

At the same time, a large glass began to fill with liquor.

gulp gulp gulp gulp...

A vile bomb of fermented and distilled liquor.

One drink, and it was clear that his head would crack the next day.

The schoolboy looked into Piggy's face and grinned.

"One shot, and we'll let you off the hook."

The six of them surround Piggy and giggle.

They weren't going to let him go until he finished his drink.

Eventually, Piggy started drinking with a sullen face.

The result came less than two sips later.

"Ew!"

Piggy gagged and spit out the contents.

Since he hadn't eaten any appetizers, the vomit consisted mostly of alcohol and gastric juices.

Meanwhile, the rest of the team freaked out when they saw Piggy throw up.

"Yuck! That's so gross! It's all over your tights!"

"Wahahahaha, you're puking; you've been so colorful since OT!"

"From now on, your nickname will be Puke! Puking Piggy!"

"I'll call you Puke until I graduate!"

Gazes snapped to attention. The murmuring around them made Piggy cower even more.

Then.

A flutter.

Something covered the top of Piggy's vomit on the floor.

It was Vikir's cloak.

A cloak is given to new students.

Embroidered with the Academy's logo, it was so symbolic that newcomers treasured it next to their lives.

Vikir took it off and covered the vomit on the floor.

Then he walked to the front of the group of dazed second-year students and slapped Piggy on the back.

"Go to your dorms. I'll clean up here."

"...."

Piggy looked at Vikir with a shaky gaze, but Vikir merely wiped the floor with his cloak in silence.

Then.

"Hey. You."

The sophomore grabbed Vikir by the shoulders; his face crumpled.

"Are you crazy for hanging up on a senior when they're talking to him?"

"What are you doing with that cloak, and how dare you think you know what kind of cloak it is?"

"You bastard, are you this guy's coworker? You're in class B of the Cold Class. What's your name? Take off your bangs and show me your face."

The atmosphere was becoming even more tumultuous.

Several members of the group patted Bikir's glasses and cheeks, giggling.

"You must be pretty confident, coming out like this."

"Dude, your friend left you some leftovers; you should finish them."

"This is Piggy's glass, and if you finish it, I'll let you and Piggy go."

"You're his friend; you're going to drink it for him; don't you think he'll just leave? Show some loyalty!"

The men dangled large glasses in front of Vikir's eyes.

A bomb of vodka, rum, pulque, and more.

Piggy had only taken two sips, so at first glance, it looked like more than a liter, and it was sloshing around the edge of the glass.

It would be impossible for a human to drink this.

But.

"...."

Vikir picked up the glass without another word.

And then.

Gulp- gulp- gulp- gulp.

Without a single change in expression, he emptied the glass.

Children in Baskerville always take a small amount of poison with their meals. To build up their tolerance.

They can't get drunk on a mission, so a tolerance to alcohol is also essential, along with a naturally strong liver.

Vikir has seen his fair share of drinking in his previous life, even among the toughest of men.

"...."

Vikir downed a full liter of the bombshell too easily, then slammed the glass down on the table.

Then he walked away, as if nothing had happened.

As he walks away, the crew stumbles to their feet and tries to follow.

"Hey. What's all the fuss over there? Did someone throw up?"

Student Council President Dolores, who was walking back to the Hot Class, called out to them.

"Ah, ah, ah, one of the newcomers threw up."

"We'll clean it up!"

"It's no big deal!"

Dolores can only shake her head in response to the awkward smiles of the first-year students.

"You guys, you can't be harsh on the new students. Protect the dignity of the academy's upperclassmen. Do you understand?"

"Yes, of course!"

"...Good,"

The Saint glanced at the second year, then turned and headed back the way she had come.

The second year looked up, but Piggy and Vikiel had already disappeared.

``Yeah, those bastards just got away.''

``I've never seen a bastard wipe someone else's vomit with a commemorative cloak in my life.''

``That's right. Maybe they're just common assholes, or maybe they don't understand the value of this logo?''

``I'll find you later and kill you both half to death.''

``Oh, how do you do that? At least a duel.

``Well, you can beat them outright at a sporting event or something, right?''``You know it's forbidden unless you have a high school practitioner with two degrees, right?''``Well, you can beat them outright at sporting events or something.''The second-year students walked away, each muttering a few words.

While each of them complained a word or two, they thought about what kind of trouble they would cause to the two juniors who were arrested today.

* * *

A few hours later,.

"Hey, you're drunk. Let's go get some ice cream.

The second class was pretty drunk.

They left the auditorium, where they had been drinking, and walked outside the walls of the academy. I took a walk for a while toward the shopping street.

``It's a bit far, but eating ice cream outside is always delicious.''

The group of second-year students laughed as they headed out the back door of the school and into the shopping area.

A small party was being held in the alley next to Otis at the academy.

The second graders headed down the street to various food stalls.

...No. I tried moving it.

Dawn!

Until one of them was grabbed by a hand that jumped out of a narrow alley in the dark night.

``Wow! ``Eh!?''

The boy who was grabbed first looked up in surprise.

A black shadow loomed ominously before him.

Black leather gloves wrapped around his face and a steady grip.

Under the wide-brimmed black hat is a stork-beak mask that gives off an aura of pestilence.

His eyes looked into the eyes of an invisible monster.

Pack! shot!

The next moment, he was hit by his flying fist and slammed into the wall.

I didn't even have time to increase my mana.

The monster's fist was fast and strong.

The blow had already shattered his nose and teeth, and he fell to the ground.

Pack pack pack pack pack pack pack!

The same fate befell the other five.

The six second-year students were dragged into the muddy back alley and looked up in disbelief.

Night Dogs.

A hellish being stares at them, as if it's about to pounce and bite them all to death.

Hehe.

The first prisoner's jaws clicked back.

A tooth went through the back of his head, then through his cheek.

His nose was broken into three pieces and twisted into a zigzag.

His cheekbones were sunken and drooping, and blood was flowing from every orifice in his face.

The bravest man spoke.

"Um, do you know who I am?!"

It was the classic "Do you know who I am?"

Vikir nodded once in nighthound mode.

Then he let out a mana-tuned growl, like the growl of a shriveled old dog.

"I know, I know."

The second graders were surprised twice, once by Nighthound's creepy voice and once by knowing who Nighthound was and asking them to do this. To the fact that I did.

Nighthound continued.

"From right to left: Uspear, Realbelt, Yellowlove, Acme, Redmin, and Southmid. They are second-year students in Cold Class B and are descendants of the Pals, Vetris, Housings, Seaweeds, Bisons, and Eulers. Their parents are Baron Oppenheimer, Baron Munich, Viscount Osburn, Count Germa, Lord Upham, and Lord Dowsing."

The faces of the second graders change as their names, homes, locations, and even the names of their parents are revealed. Pale.

Then. Nighthounds have sharp daggers in front of them.

"Hmm..."

The second year shook their heads in fear, but they were unable to escape from the strong grip on their chins and the slow dragging of a dagger across their foreheads.

The blade, which emitted a sinister aura, left a festering scar on her forehead.

X

A trace like a direct hit.

It was both a symbol of a goal and a stigma that would last for years to come.

"Don't cause trouble for the Academy again."

The Night Hound sternly warned them as they paced back and forth, blood dripping from their foreheads.

"Then I will not only kill you, but also your father, mother, and your family."

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