The Power Enthusiast

PROLOGUES

"So, what else have you done, Paul?"

Said an adult man who was around his thirties, wearing a bright red shirt wrapped in a jet black suit. His voice was deliberately suppressed because it was very upset and tired of having to deal with a bad boy who always made trouble at his private school.

The floor of his private office had been littered by the imprint of shoes belonging to the brat who was standing in front of his desk.

Irritatingly.

He didn't even know what to punish her with, because of the various ways he had done to punish the boy, but still, they didn't deter him in the least, instead of dampening, the problem is even more gripping.

His butt was already hot because he had to sit upright for a long time in his chair when dealing with his students, she must appear authoritative in the presence of all her students - including the bad boy - to be a good principal.

"It's not fair, sir."

The heavy voice of the boy named Paul instantly broke the hysteria of the Headmaster, his focus began to return and his eyes intensely stared at the boy's increasingly cooling eyeballs.

Paul, who has a large height and also a fairly thick muscle, could have beaten the emaciated headmaster in front of him, but he still held respect for the young man who served as the principal at his school. But still, he was annoyed by the attitude of the principal who always viewed him as a troublemaker in school, even though the problems that occurred were not always as people assumed.

For example, the problem five months ago, which at that time, he killed five upperclassmen until they were taken to the hospital, was actually not a suppression of upperclassmen, Paul beat up all five upperclassmen because the five of them were found to be gnawing on a little guy, so he did that only to provide protection to the little guy.

But what happened, it made Paul look as if he was a 'fuck character' in the rumors that every school resident talked about him, until finally, the principal heard it, he said, and he was ordered to come to the principal's office to ask for an explanation of the matter.

And unfortunately, no matter what explanation Paul tells us, it is not believed at all by the principal, because the bad label is already attached to him.

And now, for the next time, Paul returns to the principal's office for allegedly causing trouble, and just as usual, the cliche groove begins to run. Therefore, now he is too lazy to explain the chronology of the original incident, because it is useless, will not be heard. So, lately, what Paul did when he was called by the headmaster, was to say at least one or two words. He thinks that's enough.

"Yes, you're right, Paul," The Headmaster sighed lazily, responding to Paul's words. "This is very unfair, because my job every day must always meet and take care of a bad boy like you. I'm sure you're tired of dealing with me, too, but Paul, I'm begging you, can you just one day not make trouble at this school?"

Giving an opportunity for Paul to speak, the headmaster looked fixedly at the face of the young man in front of him who was full of scratches. However, as it seemed, Paul did not show that he would respond, he began to say, "And whatever the punishment, you must be able to handle it easily, because of that, he said, I'm gonna give you something heavier than any punishment I've ever given you, are you curious?"

"No."

A little upset, the headmaster continued, "So, Paul, from today on, you're officially, I'm getting out of this school."

Instantly, Paul was startled, his two eyeballs to the point of glaring almost leaping out, his heart racing, and his entire body shaken. Stammering, Paul said,

"Get out, you-you said!?"

Casually, the man replied, "Yes, and what's wrong with you, Paul? Looks like your attitude has changed a little. Are you surprised? But it's only natural, everyone would also be surprised if suddenly fired from his job, I understand."

"Anything I'll do! As long as it's not, sir!"

Seeing Paul show an expression that was rarely shown, made the young headmaster slightly interested in playing around with the boy.

"Anything besides that? But Paul, all this time, I've been trying to be patient with you, and it seems, this time my patience is up. I'm sorry."

BRAK!!

Paul's anger peaked and channeled by hitting the Headmaster's private table until it broke and shattered, leaving the jet-black-clothed man dumbfounded. Didn't expect that Paul would be so angry that he dared to smash his desk in front of him like this, as the principal, he must do something to stop Paul's rampage before the boy destroys his other belongings in his office.

"What's wrong with you!? Paul!?" The silver-haired man stood up from his chair, with a pretty loud bang on Paul, and his eyes alternately stared at the shattered pieces of the table, then he looked back at Paul's face in annoyance.

"Pull back your words! Sir! Or I'll destroy everything in this place!"

Feeling threatened after hearing Paul's words, the young headmaster pulled his cell phone out of his pants pocket, but as he was about to press the phone button to ask someone for help, the bad boy even first snatched the object from his hand.

"Give me! Paul's! That's not something you can destroy! It's too expensive!"

Anxious, the headmaster squealed not to accept his cellphone seized easily by the delinquent boy, especially considering the price of the object is quite high, which is quite high, makes his head feel will break if Paul damage the object in front of him.

However, even so, the man did not want to retract his words in removing Paul from school, because it was his absolute decision. Therefore, he as the headmaster would continue to guard his guard even in precarious situations like this, because reputation was everything to him.

"I don't care about the price of this thing, all I want is for you to pull your words! Sir! If you still don't want to, I'll slam this thing many times until it's destroyed inside! And this is not just a bluff! I would do it right now if I wanted to!"

"STOP THERE! PAUL!"

"Ck!" Paul grieved, inexhaustibly thinking that his mother should be involved in this matter, which is why, he threw back the phone he had in his hand at his principal, then, he threw it back, he stared hard at the school leader. "Why did my mother come here, sir?"

"I don't want to tell you anything anymore! You've gone too far! Barbarous boy! What do you think my phone is worth!?"

Feeling his question unresponsive, Paul ignored the exclaiming headmaster in front of him, and his gaze was shifted to the figure of his mother who was standing in the doorway, the teachers who stood behind their mother.

"Why did you come here, Mom? How do you know this?"

"CCTV!" Paul gasped as his biological mother answered his question by directly mentioning a surveillance machine, forgetting the dangerous objects installed in each corner of this room. "One of your teachers sent me a video of the CCTV footage while you were talking to your principal in this room, to me! And did you know? Your result! I was ordered to come here, knock you out before you destroyed all the other stuff in this room! And thanks to you too! I have to compensate for the table you destroyed!"

"Mother-Mother! I-I didn't mean to me-"

"GO HOME!" The mother, with her anger rising, told her only child to return home. "HURRY HOME NOW! PAUL!"

Forced, Paul, with an irritated heart and a heavy feeling, stepped out of the principal's room, passed his birth mother and his standing teachers and left them there. Then, the boy ran very fast, crossing various aisles, down various stairs, and finally he arrived at the bicycle parking lot.

His breath gasping as he arrived at the bicycle parking lot, then, with a shaky step, Paul approached his bicycle, then rode it in dripping sweat, and then, then he slowly pedaled his bike to go out of the school environment, to go home, not caring about his carry bag that was still left behind in class.

***

"Well! Look-look! It's Paul, right!?"

The students in a classroom upstairs put their faces against the windowpanes, watching someone pedaling their bike outside the school gates.

"It turns out to be true! It's Paul!"

"Surely he's in trouble again!"

"When it's not time to go home yet, but he went home first, great, huh!?"

"You are absolutely right! Haha! I'm just envious! How about we make trouble too like Paul, so we can go home faster like Paul!?"

"Good idea! Ahhaha!"

All the jokes that satirize Paul's behavior continue to be heard telling each other, followed by a crisp laugh and a little cynical tone, making the classroom atmosphere more crowded, until finally a voice airs, and the class is still very lively,

"I told you! Don't make fun of Paul! Guys!"

The sound of a black-haired girl surging made the crowded atmosphere begin to fade, each head that had been stuck on the window glass, one by one turned to look at the girl.

"Eh? Why why?"

"Hush still! It's none of your business!"

"We're not making fun of him, really! We just admire him! Hehe!"

"Yes! Yep! That'sthat's true! After all, what kind of friend makes fun of his classmate, right? Paul was also one of our friends in this class."

The girl scowled angrily, she seemed to understand the intentions of her classmates, because even though their words sounded very sweet, but they all actually only issued words of insinuation to Paul, and that irritates him even more.

"Anyway! Whatever your reasons! I don't want to hear you guys making fun of Paul anymore!"

***

Paul is a delinquent who is destined to become a mentor, whose job it is to find ten legendary heroes in the modern world he lives in.

By passing through various obstacles and obstacles full of struggle, and effort, gradually, Paul found and collected the ten legendary heroes. Then, as a mentor, he also has another task, which is to guide and train heroes in order to become true heroes.

And when ten heroes have gathered into true heroes, Paul named the ten legendary heroes with the name 'MINERVO'.

Thanks for reading and see you in the next chapter!