The Children Of Thalia

Prologues

Our father always said this, especially to me: if you don't know the consequences, don't do anything stupid. I know he just told me, I also know why he said it only to me.

I'm not a "good" teenager". In these two months, I've fought boxing six times with the goons around. Of course I'm not the one who started. This city, although called one of the safest cities, but in fact can not be separated from such people. When the afternoon came, the thugs came out of their nest like night animals. They often gather on the side of the road, can be seen anywhere. Sometimes they come to me to just interrupt or blackmail, and I give them a few punches.

I said I wasn't "good" but I didn't want to be "evil". I've been considered a "bad guy" enough because of my creepy face, but I dare say that I've never been a lawbreaker, at least a heavy one. I don't want to burden our father, and I don't want to damage myself with forbidden items either. Perhaps more accurately, I could be called a "naughty" child".

Even now that is. Sorry, dad. Although I have been advised many times, I cannot change my habits.

My punch floated towards the face of a bright light blue haired man, right smashing his nose into the blood. Before the man fell to the ground, I turned around swinging my legs at another man who was running like a bear about to pounce. My kick was not very powerful, but I was confident in his sharpness and accuracy. The back of my leg hit the man's thigh, slightly above the knee. As far as I know, one would feel tremendous pain if one were to be hit by an attack there. Sure enough, the man immediately stopped running and shouted. I gave him another kick to his face. The second man fell down.

Another man is a receiver. It's a bit troublesome. He was an Enhancer, with the ability to amplify kicks by several times. Simple, but deadly if it can be used appropriately. He's good at using that iron leg. I saw him smash through the thick concrete wall before. That guy was already upset and exhausted. Of course, I avoided every kick. Only twice the kick hit, that was when he did not use «gift». His movements had already started to be carelessly irregular. When he launched another kick using «gift», I also used my gift, «reflector». In one blow, the person was thrown several meters away, slumped motionless on the damp ground.

Three people I defeated. It's a little refreshing, considering I've been thinking a lot lately. I twisted my stiff shoulders a few times, then glanced back. That person also seemed to be finished with his fight.

"I don't think I need to help."

"No, I'm just thankful. I finally found what interested me."

That person walked over to me while I slowly retreated away. I don't feel good about this, but it would be disrespectful if I ran off right away.

That person-the red-haired young man stood in front of me as he reached out, then introduced himself.

"I'm Ansel Elias Clive, a second-year student of Helder Academy, also the chairman of the Wild Dogs Secret Security Squad. You, you're a special kid. Talented and know how to use that talent. Go to Helder, become a member of the Wild Dogs so that your talent is not wasted!"

I should have listened to what Dad said, because from now on, my life will be very troublesome.

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