Just a warning to anyone who is going to read: This chapter has NSFW, even a little heavy for minors. But since I know how the world works, anyone can read it. Happy reading and enjoy!
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Looking at Five, Arthur asked something that intrigued him: "What was that thing around the sword? Was it some kind of energy?"
"Don't you know about that?" Five asked a little surprised. In his mind, someone as strong as Arthur didn't get strong alone, and he definitely came from a powerful family. In this way, his knowledge of the world should also be comprehensive.
"No. Can you tell me?" Arthur answered honestly. He was really curious about what that could be.
Five didn't answer for a few moments before shrugging.
"Well, it's not secret information by any means. What I used has different names, and it depends on the way you train, which also comes from certain cultures: Magic, Aura, Qi, among many others. The one I used is called Aura, commonly learned by those who wield melee weapons." After the explanation was over, Five adjusted his clothes and started to leave the ring.
Arthur stood still, processing the fact that such powers actually exist in this world. That, along with this fight now, brought him back to the reality that he wasn't much in the world, despite his strength.
This new information also got him thinking about the mana points he has. This means that he can actually use this sort of thing, but as the system has already warned him, he is unable now.
Arthur's fists slowly clenched. A strange thing was rising in his heart, as if looking for strength. It felt different from the feeling of excitement at being strong, for now the urge to seek it was rising.
The pain of clenching his fists brought Arthur back to reality.
When he got out of the ring, he took his shirt back and put it on. Even if it had a rip in it's chest, it was better than nothing. At least it could hide most of the bloodlines that were in his torso.
"By the way, when you congratulated me, did you say I only passed the first stage?" Arthur asked as he approached Five.
"Yes. According to your current strength level, you are ready to become a Level A mercenary, but it's not that simple. The Level A test requires a strength check, and a guild influence and acceptance check. Basically strong and famous! So you're just a half Level A." Five replied in a deadpan voice.
"How do I become an official Level A?"
"You need recognition. It could be three other Level A mercenaries, as well as a single indication of a Level S."
"I understood..."
Arthur and he walked to the first room they were in. Five went to the computer, and after a few moments he came back with a new guild card, along with what appeared to be another document as well.
The guild card, used for currency movements, was completely gold with black accents. The document, on the other hand, was something similar to the ID, saying his information and so on. It appeared to be a common document, but it was different at the same time.
'This must be used for personal and private identification in some places. Did they happen to know I was in need of a new one?' Arthur remembered his conversation about emancipation with Gabriel.
"Shadow, your captain, let us know that you needed a new ID card, so we've got it ready for you. Your age will surely be "frozen" at 16, where it will appear that you're emancipated. When you actually turn 16, your age will run normally." Five took the lead and explained Arthur's doubts.
"So I'm going to be 16 for a while, eh... That's great for me!" Arthur nodded.
"Now with your new status, your mansion and also the recently acquired vehicle are already in your name, officially. You can leave!" Five was expressionless the entire time, until he said goodbye.
Arthur just nodded and put the new stuff in the Inventory. He didn't bring any extra clothes, so he left with his clothes ripped. He was wearing a black shirt ripped across the chest, black jeans and all-star. He looked somehow cool, if not for his mostly bloodied body.
Most of the cuts had already clotted, but the bloodstains were still there. The cuts on his right arm, left hand and rib area were still bleeding.
After leaving the room, Arthur walked towards the beautiful receptionist at the counter, the same one who had attended him before.
"Is there an ATM to withdraw cash here?" Arthur asked as he looked into the receptionist's eyes.
Looking at Arthur's bloodied body, the woman was a little shocked, but responded by pointing her finger. Not far away was an ATM.
As Arthur prepared to leave, the receptionist behind him spoke to him.
"H-hey... that wound-" The receptionist said, her face a little red.
Arthur turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"
"I have some nursing skills, so I can help you... if you want, of course!" The receptionist replied by lowering her head.
Arthur looked into her eyes again and felt no malice. He nodded positively.
The receptionist was happy and indicated that he accompany her.
The strangest thing is that after he accompanied her, another receptionist came to replace her immediately.
After ignoring that, I went up a few floors in the Guild building.
'Always wanted to know what this is... do they look like bedrooms? Do people sleep here?' Arthur wondered as he looked at the various doors in the halls.
After a while, they stopped in front of a certain door, when the receptionist took out a key and entered, inviting Arthur.
After entering, it was seen that it was a very small and cramped environment. The kitchen was in union with the living room, which contained only a sofa. On the couch was a pillow and blanket. There was also another room without a door, which appeared to be the bathroom.
There was nothing too over the top here, just the basics. There wasn't even a television, and the internet was probably shared throughout the building.
"Do you want to shower first to remove the blood, or do you want me to do the sewing first?" The receptionist spoke as she went to a cupboard in the kitchen and took out a first-aid box.
"What's your name?" Arthur asked.
"I... can not say. But you can call me Eight." The receptionist paused for a moment before answering.
Arthur narrowed his eyes at this, finding it suspicious. Was that some kind of alias? If so, what did it refer to?
Eight came to Arthur and glared at him. When her eyes met, she blushed a little and lowered her head and waited for his response.
"You can sew first..." Arthur replied with a smile.
They then sat down on two chairs. Arthur sat on one and faced Eight, who took the sterilized needle and began sewing the cuts on his right arm.
The cuts weren't very deep, but enough to bleed a lot. After removing the blood from the area with a warm cloth, the sewing was easy and soon she closed the two cuts. It wasn't a connected cut, as one was close to the wrist and the other was close to the shoulder.
After them, she closed the gash in his ribs, even splashing some alcohol on the spot. After there, she went to the left hand.
During the entire process, Arthur didn't make any ugly faces. He even occasionally stole a few glances at Eight, who also happened to be looking at him at the moment. She blushed and Arthur smiled at her.
After it was done, Arthur got up to leave.
"Thank you so much for this. I'll definitely find a way to say thanks!" Arthur was really grateful for the receptionist's action. But he didn't know how to help, so he asked.
"No problem, I just did it to help. I kind of have to..." The receptionist said, a little sadly.
Arthur noticed, but didn't bring it up. He said goodbye and was about to leave. He would ask Gabriel if there was any way he could help her later.
"Then I'll go..." Arthur took one last look at the receptionist. She really was beautiful and with a nice body under her uniform. The Brazilian genetics really were the best.
"W-wait! Don't you want to take a shower??" The receptionist asked hastily seeing Arthur ready to leave. Her face also flushed at the question, but she could bear to look at Arthur.
With a smile, Arthur glanced at the time on his cell phone, which he had taken from the Inventory, and turned to the receptionist.
"Yeah, I accept!"
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With the water running down his face, the clotted wounds spilled the last of the blood they had from the water. The shower floor turned red for a few moments, after Arthur washed off all the blood. With his movements, the non-surgical seam opened a little and more blood spilled, but he ignored it.
After soaping and shampooing himself, Arthur heard some movement and turned to look.
In front of him, unsurprisingly, Eight had a towel wrapped around her body, nothing else.
Arthur didn't say anything and continued looking at her. His gaze seemed to stare even into her soul and seek out her malice.
The same couldn't be said for Eight, whose eyes roamed Arthur's body. The muscles in his arms, legs, the packs in his abdomen and most of all… his long weapon. Eight even swallowed hard at the sight of Arthur's naked body.
Reaffirming her resolve, the towel slipped down Eight's body, leaving her completely naked. Her beautiful body was exposed in front of Arthur, who also spared no effort to look at everything.
Medium but well defined breasts, slim body but with the correct proportions and a waist that would make you envy, accompanied by beautiful silky mounds. Her skin was white, but with an unhealthy pale hue, as if she hadn't been in the sun in a long time. Her black hair was professionally cut to just below her armpits, giving her a mature touch.
Feeling Arthur's gaze, Eight's body shivered. Despite that, she made her way and stopped under the shower with him, also wetting her body.
"I-I can serve y-you..." The stutter in her voice was continuous, showing her nervousness. But her determination was just as strong, so she already started moving her hands over Arthur's chest.
She was four inches shorter than Arthur, so as she stroked his chest and abdomen, she tried to look him in the eye. What made her look a little awkward is that a smile was on his lips, and his eyes were calm. But she was also shocked to see a little pink in his cheeks.
When her hand dropped low enough, she almost touched the weapon. But before she could get very far, the weapon suddenly rose, touching her belly like a log of wood. Her body shuddered at the feel of it, and something strange started to come out of her nether parts.
But another thing that stopped her was Arthur's hand. His next words also shocked her.
"You know, I'm not even 15 yet, so..."
After a few moments of pause, she smiled at Arthur too and said:
"It's okay, relationships can start after 14..." Her hands continued to go and she touched the log pressing her.
Blood rushed to both of their cheeks, causing them to turn red. Arthur placed his hand gently behind Eight's head and pulled her close to his own. His other hand also descended lightly to the mountains below her waist. He squeezed hard, his fingers eager.
Eight's hands also began to move, up and down.
Arthur's lips came close to Eight's ear, and she smelled his strong, masculine scent, which stirred her.
Suddenly, Arthur reached down with his other hand and lifted her, making her head higher than his. Her arms also grabbed his neck. Her heart was pounding, both from fear and anxiety. Touching her mounds, she could feel something firm and hard.
Arthur's voice rang gently in her ear, "Have you done this to anyone else before?"
She was impressed by his question. But with a gentle smile, she cupped his face and shook her head, "No... and if you want, I'll just be yours..."
Arthur also smiled at her. His green eyes were bright and delighted her.
"So we can't do this to ourselves!" Arthur spoke up suddenly. His voice was still kind, but it sounded strong.
He set her gently on the floor and handed her the towel, wrapping it around her. He also took his clothes and began to put them on.
Eight stood in the bathroom, not understanding what had happened.