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Chapter 36 - Imaginary imagination

The iron clad future has changed, that is for sure. The event of the last few days proved that. Not just one, but two key players from the future come back. What if a third come back? What if some hidden force start crawling out of the dark?

There is nothing to be done about it.

Varsas Gungnir already has enough for a lifetime. He has had enough of everything. Imagine if the future changes, if there was a second chance, he will do things differently. That was exactly what happened. The iron clad future has changed.

Imagine doing something you wanted, imagine guiding events to its perfect conclusion. Anything can be achieved. However, imagine changing something just because you don't like it. Imagine doing petty thing just because you like it, is it worthy for the second chance that one has achieved and the iron clad future that has disappeared?

Imagine burning books just because you don't like the contents. But it is better than burning books, because if you go back to the past the books wasn't even printed.

It's a delicate balance.

"I don't care anymore."

That morning, the young farmhands from the Gungnir territory experience "hell"

"I don't care anymore."

Varsas forces every members of his new secret force to take up a spear in their hand. The poor fools don't know what was awaiting them.

"What the hell do you have to teach us?" The old veterans ask the seemingly arrogant Varsas Gungnir who woke up on the wrong side of the bed that morning.

"Very well. You may go, most of you are already 50." Varsas regards them with the truth. After that he doesn't give them anymore attention.

The veterans would have protested, however the aura Varsas Gungnir gives out that morning was like a different person. It was like a person who expects to have his orders followed. Like someone who spent a lot of time dealing with a lot of soldiers like them and their antic. Like a general or someone other who was on the field.

Varsas turns to look at the rest of the men present.

"Learn how to hold a spear or die trying."

Varsas Gungnir only tells them that one. In the next moment, he killed them.

Being killed would have been easier, it implies that the beating that proceed was not worst than death. Everyone knows their young lord was strong with a spear, but they didn't expect him to slam into them with with full force. At least it was the full force of Varsas Gungnir from their point of view.

The spear was a long weapon, it is used not just for stabbing. For example with the long shaft, you can beat someone with it just like a staff.

Imagine taking your anger on some random innocent farmhand, for example that could change the future.

The veterans who was on the side straighten up immediately after seeing the young'un being beaten like that, one of them even voice their concern

"Wait, you will kill them."

That morning, Varsas Gungnir gives everyone real weapon as if he doesn't know what he is doing. No matter how much restraint you have in a practice battle, holding live weapon is always dangerous.

No one knows where the literal armory comes from, and the spears was all in good condition. It's unlikely for any of them to see something like the weapons displayed that day in their entire lifetime.

In this case, Varsas Gungnir is literally slamming people into the ground with the spear shaft, looking like he is breaking bones, and then he beats the fallen over and over. Everyone knows about the freakish strength of the young lord.

It will literally kill someone.

Imagine teaching a bunch of farmhands like teaching experienced full grown knights with live battle. Imagine using your experience and expectation from the future to set thing straight.

It was not like anyone could stop him, in his hand, the spear was like a snake, it was one thing for a wooden shaft to have flexibility, but to flex around hitting all thing like a snake is a different experience. The bend makes it even more painful.

Varsas Gungnir continues to beat the fallen farmhand, who was surprisingly not dead yet. Even the veteran was speechless, afraid of going closer. Who would want to go near that maniac? Their bones are old, not like the young'un, it will break in one hit.

Picture being selfish enough to change the future to your own cause after having enough, picture passing down your own experience and kicking the ball to the future.

During the beating, someone finally out of sheer instinct hold the spear shaft up to protect their head, and with sheer luck, block the downward stroke from Varsas Gungnir. In a situation like that, they thought they were going to die. When he blocks that stroke and stick it to Varsas Gungnir, it may seem like the greatest feeling ever.

However all hope was for naught for not as seconds later their weapons broke during the downward stroke from Varsas Gungnir.

Instead of hitting the man, Varsas Gungnir stops at the very last moment, finally seeing something that he likes, someone actually does something with their weapon.

"Get up. I didn't even beat all of you that badly."

With that, the man turns to leave. The farmhands who was on the ground slowly stand up not knowing what just hit them. They wipe off the dirt off themselves, remembering the pain when they were kicked and thrown around, expecting to have broken something during the young master's overly violence battle practice.

They...all live to tell the tale. Despite thinking that they were going to die at any moment, they weren't even close to dying.

Varsas Gungnir raises a finger from afar,

"Oh. And if I found any of my spears on the black market the next morning, you already what would happen."

He didn't collect it, however the men quickly gather all of the rare weapons and make sure that nothing happened to them.

The two veterans who was watching on the side only has one thing to say

"Someone woke up grumpy huh?"