CHAPTER 3
"I didn't know there is a friendly sparring match…"
Drax's thoughts settled as he and Peter walked away from the classroom and toward the cafeteria.
The corridors of the academy were filled with students moving in groups, voices overlapping, footsteps echoing across the wide halls. The atmosphere felt lively, yet beneath it carried tension between students of different standings.
Peter walked beside him, talking casually.
"Man… Logan's group is always causing trouble," Peter said. "They mess with everyone."
Drax listened without interruption.
As they entered the cafeteria, the environment shifted again—trays, tables, and clusters of students eating and talking. Some were relaxed, others alert.
Across the room, Logan Hermet and his group were seated together, dominating a portion of the area. Their presence drew attention from nearby students, who kept their distance.
Logan's eyes moved.
He noticed Peter.
A grin formed on his face.
"Hey… look who's here," Logan called out loudly.
His group followed with laughter.
"Peter's here!"
More students chuckled, some whispering, others watching closely.
Logan stood up, took a tray of food, and approached Peter without hesitation.
Before Peter could react—
The food was thrown.
It landed directly on Peter's head and shoulders.
Laughter erupted around them.
Peter froze, drenched in food.
Drax remained still.
His expression did not change, but something within him shifted.
"My temper… is reaching its limit."
He stepped forward.
"This creature is more wild than my brother…"
His voice was calm, but carried weight.
"Logan. You are going too far."
Logan turned his attention toward Drax.
"Oh? I'm scared," Logan said mockingly. "What are you going to do about it, pesky bumpkin?"
Drax's eyes locked onto him.
"Oh… I'm scared too, Logan."
A brief pause.
"But you… are worse."
Logan's smile faded slightly.
"What did you just say?"
"I said… you are worse as hell."
Logan turned fully toward him.
The surrounding students grew quiet, sensing the shift in tension.
Logan stepped forward.
Drax's perception activated.
"My awareness…"
He observed Logan's body language.
"An attack is coming."
Drax adjusted his position slightly.
Logan lunged forward, throwing a punch aimed directly at Drax's face.
In Logan's mind, the strike was certain.
In reality—
Drax had already moved.
The distance between them shifted.
Logan's punch passed through empty space.
Drax stood just outside its range.
"Two centimeters," Drax said calmly.
Logan's eyes widened slightly.
"You can't even land a punch."
Silence fell across the cafeteria.
Drax reached for a nearby tray.
Without hesitation, he lifted a bowl of soup.
And poured it directly over Logan's head.
Liquid spilled down, soaking Logan's hair and uniform.
"How does it feel… the same thing you did to Peter?" Drax said.
Logan stood frozen.
Drax's tone remained steady.
"Now you understand."
He stepped back slightly.
"Peter. We should change classes for the next subject. Let's go."
Peter, still shocked, nodded quickly.
As they turned to leave, Drax spoke one final line without looking back.
"How does it feel… being bullied by the one you used to bully?"
Logan clenched his fists, but did not move.
"Use your brain," Drax added calmly. "A bully is a kind of trash that does not belong here."
He paused briefly.
"Remember this day, Logan. If you do not, I will make sure your next days become far worse."
A quiet confidence radiated from his words.
Logan's group, sensing the shift, slowly stepped back.
Some of them began to retreat.
"Did… Drax just make Logan back down?" one student whispered.
"Impossible…"
Others watched in disbelief.
Drax walked away with Peter, unbothered by the attention.
Behind them, Logan remained silent, his pride shaken.
Peter glanced at Drax.
"You really did that…"
Drax replied simply.
"That is how a Supreme deals with such behavior."
A faint expression formed on his face.
"…Hah."
And they continued walking forward.