HEARST BORROWED the chessboard from his neighbor, Lady Serene Ivans. One of the most beautiful white ladies in Reagan Town she is tender mouth, thin, and reddish lips.
"We're bored, so I guess it will help us if we play with my brother." The 7-year-old boy has a zealous nature. He loves everyone and they love him too.
"Oh! I never knew your brother." The beautiful white ribbon makes her simple yet elegant as the daughter of the Ivans family.
"You know, he is a quiet man, but he can be a bit taciturn sometimes," Hearst giggled, knowing that his older brother is reckless and often has a jerk side.
"I see."
"Like when he vandalized your house; he did that," Hearst said, giving Lady Serene an idea.
"So he's an art lover? I'm not angry, but I will give him credit-he did a great job of spraying the red roses on the wall. However, my parents would completely freak out over his ass."
"Well, really? Yeah, okay-I can see this-he's got a brother who's a bit of an artist, I suppose." Hearst stepped out onto the roof. He had no idea if Commodore was still there, but he would wait for him.
Someone threw himself through the window onto the roof. He was a fatigued but satisfied man, in odd rags that interested Hearst. You don't even know what I'm trying to do, Commodore said, sweating.
Wearing a famous long-sleeved jacket with a unique design from Mr. Nero, he added, "He never accepted me as a student two years ago at ROA. But he did the opposite without knowing me," he chuckled loudly.
Hearst was seriously curious. It felt like fiddle-faddle trying to convince him that something was wrong right now. "You mean you were a student at ROA?"
"Let's play without knowing each other. It will be a good time when we're bored," a playful smile couldn't be seen by Hearst, but he felt it because of the sarcastic tone Commodore used with him.
"I don't really care if I will find you at ROA, but let's make a deal: when you win this game, chess is quite deceiving, but you can receive any awards.".
THE NEXT DAY, when Commodore won the game, he started planning and would be a player; he needed to find him at Reagan Owen Academy.
"What do you want, Hearst?" asked Lady Serene, her sugary sweet smile lighting up her face.
"I'm looking for the famous boy who is causing a mess here in ROA," he said. "I'd like to get to know him."
"Aha! Sounds interesting! Find him," said Lady Serene enthusiastically. She wanted to close in with the tyrant boy who played around and brought championships to his competitors.
"There he is! Owen Wilson, the cold-hearted prince, as they say," said Lady Serene, excited by his deadly stare.
"Not him, either," Lady Monique said with a one-sided wink. "There's another." Ardent Shark was the most intimidating student she had ever seen. Watch out for those two boys, she seemed to warn, as if they are waiting for her doom to descend upon her at any moment.
There was another student aside from the afternoon classes. He was accepted temporarily in ROA. "I am Commodore Hadson. I am here just for a temporary period as a student. Don't mind me at the back; just concentrate on Mr. Dark Nero," he said carefully to the rest of his classmates.
"You should not be here; you are wearing a mask made of stainless steel. It's not good to think that I have a beast for a classmate," Killua shouted.
"O. oh." Lady Monique jammed her satchel into the empty seat.
"Don't mind him. He just needs to study here for a while. I have always refused him because of my dear students. But let's give him a chance to be here at our Academy." Mr. Dark Nero brought Commodore to the back, where there is a big space kept reserved for him. He ambled in as if he was going to be a monitor in the class.
Commodore stayed very calm; he knew each of them. "He is a destroyer in his village! He shouldn't be allowed to be here, sir," Lady Serene said when Commodore entered his new class.
Dr. Elizabeth Warren wasn't surprised with her students' reaction. "He is Commodore; he won't disturb anyone here. He will just sit at the back alone. Unlike what he did in his village, he knows the policy."
"How sure are you, Dr. Elizabeth Warren?" asked Ardent Shark, his long black hair swinging in the imaginary breeze.
"I am sure, young lad. As ROA and Mr. Commodore agreed to the policy of the Academy."
When the bell rang, it meant that all classes should start teaching now. As if in this class, it just so happened that the room fell silent and everybody's eyes so easily focused on the new lessons on the blackboard. Commodore was calm because every student didn't glance back at him out of curiosity.
After class, Hearst ran to look for his brother in the Hanna building, 4th level. He saw Commodore finally exit the room through the back door suddenly. His quick exit caused everyone to laugh.
" Afraid to remove his mask?" Ardent Shark exclaimed.
" Maybe because he looks ugly, " said Lady Serene. Hearst listened to that and found out that Lady Serene looked like an angel up in heaven but her words were unfair.
"Brother, you shouldn't pick me up. I can walk home myself," Commodore said, tapping on Hearst's head.
"Yeah, as you said we would play. I know—"
"We don't play anymore; it was just a joke, brother. My apologies for making fun of you in a way that an older brother should not, end," Commodore's tone was extremely tired and cold.
In the afternoon, Hearst feels lonely in the forest of Aurora Village. He wants to go around rather than understanding something about the world. But he does not know that his father is behind him. Mr. Kinsley always has a device for location so he knows where his sons go. His shoes and his bag have this device to know their location.
Mr. Kinsley is a clever but unambitious inventor. He made something that might work. But first, he tries it out on himself. Then he goes to Mr. Derwent or Mr. Darn Nero and asks for sponsorship as a recompense to his presenting his inventions to him. But he runs his small family business; he doesn't expect to get it because the elder brother had been the in-law favorite to inherit.
"I AM HEARST CASTLE!" he shouted, climbing the tree without incident. "I wish I could be a great soldier, and I will be the greatest of all!" He was playing alone, as if nobody were listening to his dreams.
Kinsley was over the moon that he gave him a round of applause. "That's my son!"
"Dad!" Hearst ran towards his dad. They hugged their happiness that can't be explained.
"I know I am busy sometime, but here I am, watching my boy explore his dreams."
 Kinsley gave his son a white cap. "My only gift for my birthday; I give it to you!"
"Dad, why are you always that way? I mean, you are the best dad I've ever had! Hearst giggled so very luckily today.
"Because I have my Hearst Castle in life. Your mum is proud of you too; that's why we'll do everything that's possible to pursue your dreams."
"Oh. And Major Leomord hopes so."
"Ah, yes. Now you see. I became a young soldier, and I met Major Leomord, who guided me when I was weak. So, therefore, I met your mother," he laughed as he recalled that. "Nah! Let's go home, son." He clasped his son's hand, even though Hearst wanted to play for a while.
Commodore was there to follow his brother; after all, he was his protector. Still, they did not feel his presence that is why he listened to them serenely. He knew he was excluded; his name was never involved in their conversation. He felt so numb that he decided not to go home for the night.
He went to the training ground where Major Leomord taught him fencing alone.
"Why are you here? A loud voice from Lady Serene howled in the fencing room.
Your kindness isn't real. Don't suppose to visit Hearst, my brother. I'm telling you this, Lady Serene, as I can't see how serene my life is with you. A devastated Commodore released his grudge toward the lady undeniably.
That night Commodore was itching with anger. He realized what he liked to do is seek revenge at that very particular night. So, he went out to Lady Serene's house to make an art of revenge. He started the house from the garden by spraying paint at every place. The whole house turned out to be a vandal, and he stopped when he felt satisfied.
He laughed himself off when Hearst protested what he was doing. "You ought to be good, brother. People might be interested in killing you."
"People severely hate me. What now? They know my cruelty but never understand me."