Reincarnated in a Woman's World but My Sister is the Hero? - Chapter 22: Violence or Passiveness?

“What do you think about this, Lake?”

“It’s certainly something.”

The two boys slowly got out of their seats and left the lecture hall. Most of the other students seemed content staying where they were. Making their way through the clean, spacious hallway, they noticed the students from other classes also leaving their theatres.

“What’s your rank?”

Lake took out his phone and looked through it.

“It’s 18th.”

“Really? You seem smarter than that. My rank is 5th, I wonder how they’re calculated. They don’t seem to be the same as the ones we got on the entrance exam.”

“I’m not sure either.”

Slowly walking back to the library area, Darren caught sight of the two boys.

He speed-walked over, following behind them.

Eventually, Garvin turned around.

“What’s up, little guy?”

“H-hi. Um, I just finished my class… yeah.”

“It’s nice to see you again, I suppose.”

The three boys continued walking, making their way through the cleanly-kept courtyard. A few other students appeared to be gathering around some commotion that was occurring. As they walked closer, a large number of students suddenly dispersed.

Hearing the subtle cry of a boy, the scene was revealed.

“S-stop… someone help… please… please…”

“Shut up! You brought this upon yourself you little runt!”

Thump. Again and again, there sound of a fist on skin and bone rang through the air. Despite the violence, no one stepped in, not even any of the female guards who had a clear view of the situation.

Darren tapped Garvin on the shoulder.

“Shouldn’t we do something…?”

Garvin sighed.

“Why.”

“B-beacause, he’s getting hurt.”

“Feel free to go help him then, Darren.”

Lake had walked ahead of the other two boys and observed the bullying from a little closer. The boy on top seemed to have a sword, yet he chose not to use it. It was clear that he didn’t intend to kill the other boy.

Eventually, Darren and Garvin caught up to Lake.

The attacker suddenly stopped after seeing the new crowd of three boys beside him.

“What do you guys want?!”

“Nothing really,” Lake responded.

“Go away, this has nothing to do with you!”

“I’m just watching, is there an issue?”

From a little closer, there didn’t seem to be much of a size imbalance between the two boys. Many times, the more aggressive one will simply have the advantage. It seemed to have been what occurred.

Eventually, the attacker let go, leaving an injured boy on the ground.

Darren rushed over and kneeled down.

“Are you alright…?”

“Y-yeah… my nose… it really hurts…”

Lake and Garvin watched from afar. Garvin turned to Lake and simply talked to him about the university facilities. Neither of them had much care for the injured boy.

“I saw a sign pointing to the sport centre earlier.”

“That sounds like it could be a nice place.”

“Yeah, gotta train. Who knows what they’ll throw at us.”

It was obvious that being able to hold one’s own in the university was incredibly important. The guards did not care about the violence, meaning everyone was to fend for themselves.

“Hey, can you guys help? I’m going to take him to the health centre.”

Garvin took a packet of tissues out from his pocket. Pulling out a few, he dropped them beside Darren.

“You can cover his nose with that.”

Darren continued to look up in disbelief.

“What’s wrong with you? Come help me. Grab his other shoulder.”

Garvin sighed.

“In all honesty, I don’t give a shit about this. Be thankful that I even dropped you some napkins. You do what you want, but don’t involve me.”

Anger boiled on Darren’s face. He clutched some dirt on the ground as he tried to help up the injured boy. With all his strength, he began to lift the other boy up.

“Ow!”

Grabbing the injured boy by the collar, Garvin swiftly lifted him to his feet.

“Hey! You’re hurting him. Be a bit more gentle, okay?”

He ignored Darren’s request.

“Let me ask you. Which centre did you come from, Darren?”

“I’m not answering any of your questions unless you help me right now.”

Garvin laughed a little.

“I see how it is.”

“Ah!”

Letting go, the injured boy suddenly became unbalanced and fell to the ground. Garvin stepped closer to Darren. However, Darren was keeping up an unpleasant expression—contrasting his timid self from earlier.

Garvin raised his leg.

Crash.

Darren fell face-first into the dirt. A small cloud of dust sprayed into the air as he frantically tried to catch himself. Gasping for air, he twisted his body around, looking up at Garvin.

“You know, I didn’t care much about the question, but your attitude, you’re not going to show that around me, little boy.”

“Don’t you have any decency?! What is wrong with you?”

“I’m surprised you managed to survive until now. Do you want to know why you’re in Class D? Do you want to know why I don’t enjoy your company?”

“Shut up! You’re just a prick!”

Garvin raised his leg again.

Suddenly, he felt a tap on the shoulder. He was greeted by Lake’s apathetic voice.

“Let’s do something else. This is pointless.”

“Ah, well, I suppose so.”

Lowering his leg, Garvin turned to Lake.

“You suggest we go to the sports centre, Lake?”

“It’d be a good place for me to practice with my sword.”

Garvin looked at his hip.

“Where did you get something like that? I’ve got a few daggers and other odd weapons I found around the dump, but that’s about all.”

“I was just lucky.”

“Aha. I guess you’re decently strong then.”

“You could say that.”

Darren got up and walked to Lake.

“Hey. Can you help me at least?”

Lake turned around.

“Sorry, I’m not going to get involved. But I will say, you should leave that boy. If you keep this up, you’re going to end up just like him.”

“But I can’t just leave him!”

“Sure you can. In fact, if you want to hang out with us—you must leave him right now.”