The Tremor Cane was a very well designed weapon. It had a powerful shock absorbing system which allowed the wielder to completely avoid experiencing the "tremors" of the cane.

But only up to a point.

Against most objects that human beings could wield with their bare hands such as shields and swords, the Tremor Cane would definitely blast through them like hot steel through butter.

Or a more apt illustration would be a hammer being smashed on a lump of butter.

That was why it was a Grade B weapon - Extremely Dangerous at Close Distance.

However, against stronger objects such as the armor of a heavy mecha or even a well made tank, the Tremor Cane was completely useless.

In fact, it was more than useless. Wielding a Tremor Cane as smashing it against armor above its ability to destroy would force the cane's destructive vibrations to travel up the wielder's hand instead of through to its target.

It would be as though the wielder was using the Tremor Cane on his own hand.

And that, in short, was exactly what happened then.

The powerful Tremor Cane smashed onto my fully armored left arm with the full strength of an Elder.

The Tremor Cane's powerful downward motion was forcefully halted by my white mecha armor and its violently vibrating segment shattered its shock absorption system completely.

And then, every single ounce of destructive force released by the Tremor Cane travelled up Elder Urama's hand and, I kid you not, caused his hand to explode on the spot.

RIPPPPPPPP!!!! SPLATTTT!!!

Blood. Flesh. Bone fragments. Finger segments.

A bloody shower of what used to be Elder Urama's hand erupted all around me.

Caught completely by surprise and utterly unable to handle the pain, Elder Urama's self defense mechanism kicked in and caused him to collapse in a dead faint.

Bam.

His body crumpled onto the floor and the Tremor Cane left his hand where it immediately detected the absence of wielder, and switched itself off.

"Elder Urama!" Teacher Judy shouted in horror before her chest heaved and she vomited her half digested lunch out.

Teacher Tom immediately took out his communicator and smashed the emergency button.

By that time, I had retracted my armor, and was looking down at Elder Urama coldly.

A pool of blood was rapidly forming around his badly mangled shoulder stump, and he would die within the minute if nothing was done.

Of course I didn't want him dead.

Dying right there and then was mercy for him.

So I did what the whole world misinterpreted as a saintly action on my part.

"Teacher Tom! Stop the bleeding! Quick!!" I shouted desperately.

"There's no way I would let you die so easily!" I thought to myself.

But of course, I was the only one who knew my thoughts. Everybody else thought I was concerned for Elder Urama's well being.

Horseshit.

With Elder Urama's fainting, the immediate drama came to a screeching halt.

The emergency quick response team reached us within two minutes, while Bruce Pang and Jeanette Wen reached us within three. A bunch of other teachers, Elders and Grand Elders reached us within four.

Bruce Pang saw the Tremor Cane, Elder Urama's stump, my bunkmates' bloody shirts, the wounded kids from the room next door and our bulging bags, and he instantly knew what happened.

Who was Bruce Pang?

He was one of the Eight Mecha Gods of the Federation, and the Principal of the National Mecha Pilot Academy.

He could read battle tracks like a book, and the situation then was as easy as reading a children's book for him.

His eyes narrowed down in anger at the horrendous lapse in security within the dorm, and at the danger that had been leveled at his little brother.

True, no harm whatsoever had befallen on me. But it was only due to my own incredible strength.

A truly dangerous situation that could easily kill any other kid had developed around me, and that situation's development was completely unacceptable for Bruce.

"How are the three kids?" Bruce Pang asked Jeanette Wen who had immediately dived to my bunkmates to check their condition without even sparing the unconscious and bloodied Elder Urama a glance.

Her first priority were the students!

The fact that she didn't give me more than a very brief glance spoke volumes of the confidence that she had of me.

"They are perfectly fine." Jeanette Wen said in a relieved voice. "Teacher Tom, you did well to administer the medication on them swiftly."

"I failed to prevent the final fiasco. I have failed you, Vice Principal Wen." Teacher Tom said softly but firmly.

"We will discuss that after a full investigation." Jeanette Wen said as she stood up and finally looked at me properly.

Of every single person involved in the incident, I was the only one who was fully unscathed.

Not a single hair was out of place, and not a single mark sullied my perfect skin.

Any outsider looking at the situation would definitely think that I was the perpetrator instead of the victim.

But there were no outsiders there. Only factions.

And the politics began almost as soon as Jeanette Wen confirmed my bunkmates' safety.

"Attacking an Elder! With a Tremor-" An young male teacher who was obviously in a faction that was against me or the Whitefrost Clan started to say.

But that was as far as he got.

WHAM!!!!

Bruce Pang whirled and gave him a massive back handed slap so powerful that the young male teacher was sent flying away!

He crashed on the side wall heavily and passed out.

"For failing to notice the obvious, and for being so god damned stupid, you're fired." Bruce Pang said softly to the young teacher's unconscious form.

Oh he was pissed.

More than pissed, in fact.historical

The dead bodies that piled up in the following days proved it beyond reasonable doubt.

All of his staff members remained completely silent and still. None wanted to be on the receiving end of Bruce Pang's anger.

"Take him away." Jeanette Wen said to the teachers around him with a sigh. "And make sure he gets on his way properly."

"Yes, Vice Principal Wen." Two male teachers responded immediately and took him away.