“Now students, today we are going to discuss each tribe’s chief exports and imports.” He wrote each nation’s name on the board. “Now who’s as excited as I am to begin?!”
“Did you hear about the cat fight earlier today?”. “Man Cara IS TOO FINE bro!”. “Stop screen watching you jackass!” The students chatted as they ignored him.
“Ok! I’ll start us off then! The Flame Tribe is the primary exporter of Fotia wood! It’s a unique substance that is completely immune to fire! In fact, it absorbs all the heat it touches! Every building in most tribes is constructed with it, and that’s why we never have to worry about fires breaking out! This makes them a very profitable tribe, and they have the second strongest economy in the union! Now, who wants to discuss the Earth Tribe?”
“Becky, you should totally dump him!”. “Have you seen that Akri kid? He’s almost as bad as that commoner Marcus…”. “I wonder what it would take to get Milliard to drop his fiancé and date me…”
He faced the board. “I’ll…uh…cover the main points and you guys can add your thoughts afterwards! The Earth Tribe exports stone, metal, and precious jewels to every nation! They even mine the Katop stone that every building in our capital is composed of. It’s a rare mineral that is harder than steel, but it's almost completely transparent, making it incredibly difficult to mine. The more you heat it, the less transparent it gets! It can even absorb and conduct Spirit Energy! We use it in everything, from our technology to our clothes, heck even our toilets! It’s so freaking awesome! This is why the Earth Tribe has the most bustling economy due to its wide variety of exports.” He sighed. “Despite that, they live in a raging dessert, and it is almost impossible to grow produce there. They have a very high demand for food, and they primarily purchase it from the Ocean Tribe. Now who wants to discuss…”
This pattern repeated throughout the class. For the nation’s top academy, these students sure are disrespectful... They constantly talked amongst themselves, played games on devices that resembled iPads, and sent messages back and forth by passing notes. This is my fault. He must be dumbing down the lecture because it’s my first day and…
“Don’t feel bad. Regardless of his subject matter, every day is like this. I only show up to this class to see the punishment of the wicked.”
“Punishment of the wicked? And how did you know I was feeling bad…”
“Intuition.”
“Oh ok! We must be on the same wavelength already! And hey, for a second there you stopped using that weird dialect these royals use.”
“Yes, I have spent far too much time here and it has ingratiated itself within me like a parasite. I try my best to avoid it. And regarding the punishment of the wicked, you shall soon see.”
The teacher’s energy and enthusiasm gradually lowered throughout the class period. He unleashed an exasperated sigh. “And the 4’th P of marketing is Place…Place is having the right goods, at the right time, when consumers want or need them…” He banged his head against the board. “Alright…it’s time for a pop quiz.”
“BOO!”. “But we never have any assignments in this class!”. “You suck ass Mr. Brooks!”
“Now, now. I’m only doing this because Mr. Writing fears I’ve been too soft on you guys. So now I’m going to throw in a quiz or two here and there to give you guys a bit of a fun challenge! Please put your devices away. I’m coming to pass the quizzes out.”
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Some students put away their iPad things and some didn’t. As he reached each student, he reminded them again to close them, but most of them opened them up again when he walked away. He eventually reached Epios in the back of the class. He was sitting in the corner, pouting like a bitch about having to apologize, I’m sure.
“Here you go Mr. Epios. Like I said, I’m going to have to ask you to put away your device so we can...”
“Today is not the day to test me, Jeffery. I suggest you take your test elsewhere and learn your place.”
The students chuckled as they held back a storm of laughter.
Mr. Brooks turned beet red. “Um…excuse me?”
“Are you deaf?! Take your test elsewhere!”
The students burst into laughter and Mr. Brooks clenched his fists. “Now Mr. Epios, you know that…”
Epios stood abruptly. “Jeffery, I will only repeat myself one more time out of the courtesy of my royal nature. Learn…your…place. Look around you…”.
Mr. Brooks turned and saw everyone had their devices out and were cheating on the test. They pretended not to notice the situation to keep themselves from laughing.
“You are at the bottom of the hierarchy in this class. Your students ignore your lessons and have no respect for you. To me, you are nothing but a dog, licking at my heel…”.
As Epios spoke, Mr. Brooks clenched his fist tighter and tighter, crumpling a thick stack of paper as the chorus of laughter continued to grow
“…No, that's far too generous. I have as much regard for you as a gnat clinging to my flesh…”
Veins popped out of Mr. Brooks’ face and his eyes glazed over.
“No, no, no. A gnat is far too generous. I see you as an amoeba, or some variation of the smallest possible life form. And this subject matter is atrocious as well. What kind of fool wastes their time on math and…AAAAH!”
FWOOSH!
Suddenly, mist enveloped Mr. Brooks and he transformed before our very eyes in a blue vapor. When the haze dissipated, he was 6 foot 5, perfectly toned, and wearing a skintight suit with a red flowing cape. His muscles put Milliard’s to shame, and he had a large ‘pi’ symbol across his chest. The women in the class swooned as they saw his perfect jaw and hairline. He lifted Epios out of his seat with one hand and spoke in a deep, heroic tone. “It’s time for you to learn a real lesson. Respect!”.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
The blows sent shockwaves across the room that knocked students out of their seats. Each time Epios was hit, his face became cartoonish, bent with different proportions, expanded in a strange way, or went back to normal.
I violently gripped my desk to keep from being blown away. “Did he just punch him into the second dimension?!”
Marcus leapt on a desk and shouted. “YES! JUSTICE!” He climbed down and cleared his throat. “Yes, he possesses the strange ability to manipulate the dimensions of anything he chooses.”
He finally stopped and tossed Epios’ limp body into the corner. He glared at the class. “Now, who’s next? Every student that disrespected my lesson today will receive discipline.”
“Not this again…”. “This is so annoying…”. “I just left my workout period.” Every student drew blades from their bags and attacked the teacher.
CLANG! CLANG! CRASH!
I stood up as I prepared to sprint to the doorway. “What the hell?! We gotta go before…”
Marcus smiled wide. “No, it will all be over shortly. JUSTICE!”
Mr. Brooks crushed every single student and left them piled up in the corner. He approached me and Marcus.
“You two showed my lesson respect. You both get a 100 for the day.”
He went up to the whiteboard. “Now back to the lesson.”
Cara, the baddie who fought the girl in the skirt from earlier, entered our classroom and started dragging students to the infirmary. She unleashed a heavy sigh. “It’s always this class…”
I stared as she tossed bodies into a cart. “Is this like…normal?”
“It happens about once a week, but yes, Mr. Writing has declared that we are not allowed to intentionally provoke Mr. Brooks, but any student who defeats him will instantly graduate, bypass the Tournament of Champions, and receive permission to take the Archigos exams.”
“That’s crazy! So, you can bypass the tournament! I can get rich and famous just for beating up an old white guy?! This world is amazing!” I stood and reached for a sword on the ground.
Suddenly, Mr. Brooks gave me a death glare and I saw my life flash before my eyes.
I quickly sat back down. We listened to the remainder of his lecture and very respectfully left his classroom.
“This school is awesome! Teachers can get away with beating their student’s asses?”
“Yes, if you provoke a teacher they are allowed to retaliate, within reason. Our school is riddled with fearsome foes. Mr. Brooks may be the most fearsome of them all…though our next teacher is likely just as menacing.”
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