After dealing with a bunch of troublemakers, Young Master Mao openly skipped out on his work.
Class? That could wait until they finished writing their reflections!
Having slipped out of class midway, Young Master Mao wandered around and happened to reach the battle department's outdoor training grounds.
"Take this! Body Slam!"
Young Master Mao looked up and saw Principal Enzo flying toward him. Gary instinctively ducked, and the old principal went sailing past...
"Ow, ow, that hurts~" Principal Enzo clutched his lower back and wailed.
Gary's mouth twitched. With a crowd of students watching, he could only step forward and help the principal up.
"Principal Enzo, what exactly are you doing?"
"Heh, no wonder Brawly keeps talking about what a martial arts expert you are. You actually dodged my Body Slam~" Principal Enzo held his back, desperately trying to salvage his dignity.
"No, no, no... with that much warning, Principal, you couldn't hit me even with a Lariat." Young Master Mao shook his head like a rattle drum.
"Never mind that! Isn't it class time? What are you wandering around for?" Principal Enzo changed the subject.
"Oh, here's what happened." Young Master Mao gave a concise account of his experience.
"What? Those little brats!" Enno bristled with anger, his mustache twitching and his eyes bulging. "They haven't even graduated, but they've already learned to be full of themselves. Well done! That's exactly how they should be dealt with!"
"Yes, a sapling won't grow straight without pruning." Young Master Mao nodded in wholehearted agreement.
"By the way, since you're here, let me introduce you to a real tough guy." Principal Enzo suddenly wore an odd smile.
"A tough guy?" Young Master Mao was intensely curious.
*Who would dare call himself a tough guy in front of an old bastard like you,