The school Bully's Duel!
This group in front of him, whether in dress or bearing, gave Benjamin a powerful sense of déjà vu—a textbook gang of street punks.
At their head was a tall, burly young man.
He wore a gaudy studded leather jacket, his hair dyed an eye-searing green, with a toothpick dangling from the corner of his mouth.
He walked with his shoulders deliberately swaying, as if he wanted to announce to the entire world, "I'm a bad guy."
Most eye-catching of all was the "weapon" he casually carried on his shoulder—
A double-edged hand axe that gleamed with a cold light, clearly well maintained.
The lackeys behind him were much the same, their gazes disdainful and their laughter rowdy, with the words "delinquent" practically written across their faces.
As they made their way over, the other students in the cafeteria scattered aside, their eyes filled with fear—and a hint of... familiarity?
Benjamin's pupils contracted slightly as his mind raced, instantly searching through those vast false memories.
The result was blank. There was no record of any conflict or prior contact with this group.
This isn't a grudge formed before... Alarm bells rang in Benjamin's mind. They've come for the current me? Has my awakening already been discovered? Is this a probe from the one pulling the strings behind the scenes?
His body tensed faintly. Though his supernatural power had been sealed, the combat instincts and techniques honed through countless battles remained.
Benjamin swiftly assessed their numbers, weapons, and surroundings. Several ways of dealing barehanded with armed enemies flashed through his mind in an instant.
With his current physical condition, he was still confident he could take these people down at minimal cost.
At that moment, the green-haired school bully had already arrived before Benjamin with his axe