The moment he saw Gideon wave of frustration settled in Ashok's mind as he cursed inwardly—
'Fuck my luck. I just had to encounter this guy along the way.'
A wide smirk came on Gideon's face as he spotted Adlet he raised one hand in greeting, his voice loud and taunting—
"Yo! Mr. Special, up for a duel?"
Yet, Ashok didn't even glance in his direction, his focus unwavering as he continued walking ahead, ignoring the challenge entirely.
But Gideon was far from done.
Matching Adlet's pace, he walked alongside him, his tone dripping with mockery, his expression playful yet sharp.
"Don't tell me you got wet pants after declaring war on the entire class."
The words held enough sting to infuriate any noble, enough bite to provoke an immediate response—
And yet, Ashok remained silent, his steps steady, his gaze forward.
Because in the end—a duel with Gideon was a losing game.
It wasn't hesitation.
It wasn't fear.
It was knowledge.
