The Last Whiteblood's

Home 132

"Damn.."

The bag slipped out of Daendra's grasp in shock at the listing of residential subdivisions. Daendra will be staying at Swordman class 132.

Each house will be filled by six students from the same class. But, that is not what makes Daendra unable to accept reality, but rather he must live with Arion one house and one room anyway.

"Why am I always around him?!" Daendra knelt down and shouted towards the sky.

"If you don't like my room, I can move" said Arion who was suddenly behind Daendra.

Daendra looked back and immediately stood facing Arion. "I've never asked for you like that and just so you know, yeah . You won't be able to sleep in peace. Just watch out later!"

Daendra lifted his bag back up, then walked past Arion with a slight nudge of his shoulder on purpose.

Arion was about to follow Daendra, but he stopped because he saw that Aciel was having trouble lifting his bag that looked very heavy.

"Need help?" ask Arion.

"Oh hi! No, I can do it myself" Aciel replied with a smile.

"You sure?"

"I.Yes!" Aciel strode with great difficulty while lifting his bag. Arion shrugged his shoulders and ran after Daendra.

They're both on their way to house number 132. Daendra continued to complain because the house was very far away and they should not be allowed to use transportation such as horses or donkeys.

"Hey, what do you think of those 132 house dwellers?" ask Daendra.

Arion did not answer.

"May they obey me. You don't do anything weird there" Daendra said.

Arion sighed and was forced to nod. "You're more chatty than Sister Yaena" he murmured.

"What did you say?!" daendra said, annoyed to hear Arion's words.

"Yo, you guys are there. Are you the new kid in 132?" a senior disciple stood before them, greeting them.

"Who are you?" ask Daendra.

"Can't it be a little more polite?" The senior smiled resentfully at Daendra. "I am your senior who is one house with you. My name is Aryan Fearlio"

"I'm Arion"

"I am Daendra, son of King Hanza"

"Ooh! A Prince, huh? You two Prince? You guys look familiar" Aryan stepped closer to them.

"No! It's just me the Prince of the original lineage" Darendra replied as he pointed to himself. Arion rolled his eyes, bored with his foster brother's show-off attitude.

"Is that so? I remember the last time a Prince lived with us. he was killed with half his body left" Aryan softly shook his head, recalling the incident he had witnessed himself. Daendra widened his eyes while gulping his own saliva.

"But don't worry. I'm here to protect you" Aryan grabbed the two boys and walked together to house number 132.

"How much money? You're so young" Aryan asked Arion.

"8 years"

"Whoah! You're too young! I'm amazed"

"Yes, yes, yes, he is very young. What about the other residents?" ask Daendra.

"Ah, you'll know later" Aryan smiled.

***

"I hope the Prince can be at home here" said Aryan.

The home for the disciples was quite simple. The architectural model looks the same for the entire house.

In each house there is one living room, kitchen, one bathroom, one free room and two rooms are still occupied by three people.

For the yard is just a simple park, not special.

"Gilbert, Ron, Rifham, welcome our new member!"

The three men both turned their heads towards making Arion a little groggy.

"Hi"

"Hello!"

"Welcome!"

They gave a simple welcome after which they were again busy with their respective activities.

"Come in, I'll introduce them to you" Aryan said. Arion and Daendra looked at each other before entering the house. The three of them approached the man who was sleeping on the sofa.

"Include me, this is Gilbert. Fifth-year student, you'll room with him"

"Hi" Gilbert waved at them. His appearance was like an unemployed person, he was only dressed in sleeveless leather clothes and there was a soy sauce stain on his shirt.

"Great" murmured Daendra.

Then, they moved to the man sitting leaning against the wall. He was busy with a sword made of stone.

"If this man was named Ron. He was a fanatic with weapons, but unfortunately he was not born a Dwarf race"

"That's because of fate" he suddenly meditated.

"Yes, meditate" Aryan nodded softly while smiling like a fool.

"Any" murmured Daendra again. It's like he wants to run away from here.

They approached a man in the kitchen. From his physique he came from the Elf race that was Wood Elf type. His hair was green and there was a slight brown complexion, he was brown-skinned and tall and handsome. Looks like the girls' idols.

"Wood Elf" Arion was a little surprised to see that kind of Elf here. Wood Elves were rare because they rarely mingled with society.

"You're right, Rifham is Wood Elf. He's my age which means he's a sixth-year student just like me. For the past year, Rifham has been our chef"

"Greetings" Rifham smiled.

"Whoah ..." Arion and Daendra could feel an aura of authority from the man.

"Finally ... there is a normal" their inner selves simultaneously.

"Hey, Rifham, you're cooking, huh?" ask Ron.

"Yes. There are two fried cockroaches for you" replied Rifham.

The two boys simultaneously widened their eyes to see the cuisine menu served by Rifham. It's cockroaches! Pula gosong.

"I'll be sick" Daendra said.

They were led to the room. The condition of the room was as chaotic as the outside. So messy, Daendra wants to cry.

Daendra closed the room door slowly, he looked at Arion sharply. "We will die here before we finish" Daendra said.

Arion chose to go around, looking through the contents of the room. There were no mattresses there, only mats that three people could wear. There are three small cabinets, one study table and one painting.

"It's very dusty" Arion said as he touched the study table.

"I'm going to complain about this situation to Dad, so that the owner of this academy can be punished" Daendra said.

"I'll clean this room, will you help me?" ask Arion.

"No! You think I'm a waiter?" reject Daendra.

"Then go out. I'm gonna clean up"

"Ck, yasudah" Daendra went from there. Fifteen minutes later, Gilbert was about to enter the room but was stopped by Daendra.

"The boy is cleaning up, he'll come in later"

"Nothing, I just want to take ..." Gilbert went into the room, but he was surprised to find that the room he occupied was very clean.

"W-what the fuck is this ..? This is .. my room, right?"

Daendra went into the room. "Well, it's worth occupying"

Aryan, Ron and Rifham come to see the contents of Arion's room. They were amazed and stunned to see it.

"I've only seen your room this clean" Rifham told Gilbert.

"Me too" he answered.

Arion stood in the middle of the room with his plain face.

***

THE CRUTCHES!

A middle-aged man entered someone's room. The man was facing the window, he turned to look at who had just entered his room.

"Oh, Dominick. What was? Tumben once you come to me" asked Hanza.

"I want to ask you something, Your Majesty" Dominick replied.

"Not formal, just ordinary. What do you want to ask?" Hanza was sitting on a sofa there. He poured wine into a cup for Dominick.

"Drink"

"I didn't come for a drink. I'm here out of curiosity about Arion's origins" Dominick said.

"Why? I told you about it a year ago, didn't I? Arion was the son of a merchant in the village of Anvio, he was the only survivor there"

"Not that. I know you're hiding something, Hanza. And also, why did you put this kid in the academy earlier? His age is not enough"

"The right decision to put it in early. The child is very talented .. moreover, he has mastered the existing Sensor technique at the High Science level. Your son has still learned it today"

"Is that why you raised him as your son?"

"Can be. No need to worry, Dom .. The boy won't threaten our safety"

"That's not the answer I want to hear" Dominick snorted angrily and left Hanza's room.

Hanza sees Dominick leaving and then looks back at the window. He took a deep breath while shaking slowly.

***

"Qube Art - Fire Birds!"

Daendra let out a bird-shaped flame from inside his mouth.

The straw statue that Daendra targeted became burnt and partially destroyed. He folded his hands on his chest, pretending to show off in front of Arion.

"You can beat me, clean boy?" Daendra smiled obliquely.

"Can" Arion won't lose. He took a position then passed the Qube into his hands.

"Qube Art - Ice Bullets!"

Ice comes out of Arion's two hands, he directs them to the straw statue. The small ice-ice shot out rapidly like a bullet towards the straw statue. In a short time, the statue fell down in a state of holes.

"How's it?" Arion returned Daendra's smile.

"Lumayan for beginners" Daendra wagged his hand.

"Woy! You there! Comehere!" The instructor called them from a distance. They both came straight to him.

"What's up, sir?" ask Daendra.

"You guys instead of practicing the sword, instead of fighting the Science Qube" replied the instructor.

"But, practicing the Science of Qube is also important, right?" sahut Arion's.

"It's important, but you're here as the Swordman, your main weapon is the sword. You must solidify your sword arts" replied the instructor.

When the instructor was advising the two, someone surprised by taking out the Science Qube which was almost about the instructor.

"Qube Art - Dark Fire"

The black fireball slid swiftly past the three. The fireball hit the straw statue there with a landslide until it was destroyed.

"What the fuck?" daendra said shock.

"That's ..." Arion. The culprit was the mysterious boy of that time.

"Hey! Do you want to be punished?!" The instructor was furious of course. He scolded the student to the point of forgetting the presence of Daendra and Arion.

"Basic showing. My power is even greater than her" grumbled Darendra.

Arion raised both his hands forward.

"Qube Art - Ice Bullets"

He took out ice bullets from both his hands, leading to the instructor and the boy. Daendra was so shocked, the instructor screamed as dozens of icicles headed towards him.

Without a single move, the boy took out a black flame shield from within the ground to protect him and the instructor.

"What are you doing?!" ask Daendra, surprised.

Arion did not answer, but continued to look at the boy.

"Hey! Do you want to kill me?!" shouts instructor. "You two I'll report to Madam Varegha"

Arion and the boy did not point at the look of an anxious face. They stay calm.