I Became the Academy’s Pink Airhead

Thud—!!

With the sound of a drum, a shockwave erupted between the wolf and me. The wind generated by my punch pushed the space apart.

Kaang—!!

I felt a heavy impact through my fingertips. The wolf's fangs, as solid as iron bars, were forced back.

But the creature's eyes were still ablaze.

『I will shatter everything into pieces…!』

In the red flames flickering between its pupils, I could sense the deep-seated grudge of a younger sister who had lost her brother.

Just standing there, the wolf was like a curtain of flames towering over the dark mountains, its massive mane billowing as it opened its jaws wide. Despite the bombardment it had endured, its ferocity was undiminished.

Grrrrrr—!

『I’ll return everything that was done to me—!!』

You attacked first. Why are you taking out your grudge on us for something that happened over a thousand years ago?

I thought this, but knew it was pointless to say. We were already fighting to kill each other.

The only logic Pink-Chan understood was simple:

'Fight... and win!'

The wolf lunged at me again with its massive jaws wide open. Inside, a powerful air current began to form.

Shuuuu—!!

"…!"

The air around me shook, getting sucked into the wolf’s gaping maw. My body was pulled dangerously close, like dust being drawn into a vacuum cleaner. The attack the wolf was preparing was the same one that had blown away Astrid’s mist earlier.

'If I get hit at this range, I’ll die…'

My mind raced as I quickly calculated my escape. Every instinct screamed at me to flee.

Run. Get away. Put distance between us.

It felt like needles pricking my skin.

My instincts kept warning me. I didn’t even need to use my future vision.

If that attack connects, it’ll be impossible to approach for a while.

My vision wavered, the sound of footsteps below echoed like explosions.

Boom—! Boom—!

The wolf was still charging madly despite the situation. The walls of the Golden Street were already in sight.

'There’s still a lot of distance left; I’ll have to catch up…'

I clicked my tongue in frustration and prepared to use [Bifrost] to get away.

'Damn it, I can’t think of any strategies…! I need to gain distance and then strike again…!'

But somewhere deep inside, something told me that now wasn’t the time for that. I pulled a faint fragment of a memory from the depths of my mind.

"…!"

Tap tap tap

The sound of a weary man typing echoed in my ears, filled with anger even in the repetitive clicking.