Cage was oblivious to his origins. Andrew certainly wasn't going to change that. He was bound by the enslavement artifact so he couldn't say anything but even if he could, he wouldn't.
'He needs to figure stuff out for himself, if I give him all the answers it will have an adverse effect. Besides, it's just my job to teach him and be his guardian.'
Andrew then had a brilliant idea, 'Hehe, I'm his guardian now... Maybe I should put him in time out next time he does that fucking wake up chop of his... It's kind of funny actually.'
What was funny you ask? Putting a hybrid who would have the potential capability to annihilate kingdoms in the future on time out.
With his mind clear, he dozed off.
(A/N: just a small reminder, Andrew was thinking about this stuff while he was in bed from a few chapters ago.)
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After Cage had a refreshing few hours of sleep, he stretched his arms out and sat up.
'Nothing like stretching in the morning...'
Cage didn't mind becoming more cat-like, it allowed him to stay calm more often and it made him take happiness from the small things. Regardless, he still had a job to do. He needed to wake up Andrew.
He had recently developed a new technique called "The Bouncing". He got down on the floor and rolled underneath Andrew's bed. He raised his hands to the bottom of the bed. He was about to become the next Michelangelo with the art he was about to perform.
[Burst!]
He activated burst in succession. He sent vibrations that were small enough to not damage anything, but big enough to be a nuisance. His goal was achieved in a moment after.
"Gaah!! Oi, what do you think you're doing to your guardian!"
Annoyed, Andrew swung his arm and sent a gust of wind underneath the bed. Rolling out from underneath it, Cage looked like he had been caught in a miniature hurricane. His hair was blown in many different directions.
Cage stuck out his tongue. "You're no fun. I'll have to come up with something else more... effective..."
Andrew could only sigh. The daily occurrence annoyed him greatly, but deep down he didn't actually mind. It was like a daily event with the different things Cage tried.
As if on queue, the assistant knocked on the door. Seeing that it was time to go, Cage waved goodbye, "See you later."
...
After the rehab session, The assistant wrote some things down on a stone tablet she always seemed to have with her. She then looked up towards cage from where she was sitting. "Congratulations, your rehab is now done. You are all set. Tomorrow, one of the group leaders will come to pick you up and you will go back to your duties."
Nodding in acknowledgement, Cage left and returned to his room.
Going back to the room, Cage saw Andrew sitting on the floor. Cage could feel the wind rippling. Squinting his eyes, he could see seven spheres of wind. Cage could tell that the wind was compressed very tightly to the point it could be considered an explosive.
Not wanting to interrupt whatever Andrew was doing, he sat on his bed and decided to watch.
Hours passed by.
Eventually, Andrew opened his eyes. "Hm? Have you been here all this time?" asked Andrew.
"Yeah, I was. I'm just curious, what were you doing?"
With a prideful expression, Andrew straightened his posture and said, "I made a new skill. I took your idea of a skill that can do a bunch of different things and made something that does that but fits me."
Cage was intrigued, but he wouldn't ask any questions. He had long since realized that asking about someone else's skills is a moral taboo. It's like asking someone to reveal all their secrets. Cage also figured that he would see it soon enough if Andrew ever fights something again, which was likely to happen very soon knowing him.
Cage suddenly remembered what the assistant said earlier. "Oh yeah, turns out my rehab is all done. I will be leaving tomorrow. What about yo-"
A smirk formed on Andrew's face and Cage was promptly interrupted. "How convenient, maybe I'll actually get some sleep now."
Cage had a bit of a dumbfound expression, but Andrew began to laugh. "Hahaha, I'm just kidding. Be it fate or a coincidence, I'm also going tomorrow as well. Maybe we'll be in the same group."
It was already late and they needed to be at their peak for when they go back to work, so they both decided to go to sleep. Unfortunately for Cage, it would be an anything but peaceful sleep.
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Cage felt something warm splash onto his face. He could feel it trickle down and fall off his chin. It smelled like... metal?
Opening his eyes, he stood face to face with a man who had a look of disbelief on his face. The man had a small dagger in his heart. Cage quickly realized that someone had stabbed the man and the blood on his face belonged to said man. It would be more accurate to say that Cage had stabbed him.
The sight of the man losing the life in his eyes made Cage want to hurl. he had never killed anyone before and tried to step back, but his body wouldn't let him. In fact, he couldn't even move any part of his body. He was a prisoner to his body.
'Is this a normal dream? No, it's too vivid. Is this another fragment of my memories?'
Cage glanced around his surroundings only to find himself in a predicament. He was too focused on the man he had just killed, but looking around he realized that hundreds of people were staring at him with hostile gazes.
They all held various weaponry ranging from swords, to spears, to chakrams, to scythes. There were two moons that were full, the gleaming weaponry made Cage feel a sense of intimidation. He wanted to retreat but same as before, he still could not control his body.
It was unknown who gave the signal, but the hundreds of people simultaneously charged at him.
What came next could only be described as a blood bath...
Grabbing the dagger from the dead man, he threw it with deadly accuracy at the head of nearest enemy.
The dagger pierced his eye and he was killed instantly. He couldn't even raise his sword to defend himself.
Cage picked up the sword the man had then started slicing enemies in half.
Sensing an imminent danger he flipped backward and while mid air, grabbed an arrow that was whizzing by then threw it back.
Xiu!
The arrow whistled and found its way into an archers forehead.
He landed on the shoulders of a man holding a one handed axe and twisted his neck.
He grabbed the axe before the man could fall and using the dead man as a spring board, launched himself to his next opponent.
Cage launched forward like a cannonball to a scythe man.
The scythe shined in the corner of his eye, slashing downwards to pierce his chest.
He twisted his body and slipped past the scythe getting up close and personal with the scythe man.
Using the centrifugal force, he brought the axe towards the man's neck.
A head with a shocked expression could be seen flying through the air.
Once again using a body as a springboard, Cage jumped up and threw the axe towards the next closest enemy.
the axe head was buried into the man's head and he fell down, lifelessly.
Cage pounced to his next target.
He landed near another man who wielded a great-sword, fear could be seen in his eyes.
The man tried to swing his sword but before he even had an opportunity to, his neck was twisted to an odd angle.
Cage quickly grabbed the large sword and spun around. Like an athlete throwing a Frisbee, Cage released the sword and it separated a man from his bottom half.
Like a death incarnate, wherever he went corpses followed. It didn't matter how many enemies there were, they were killed like lambs to the slaughter. He would just pick up a weapon from one of the fallen and use them to kill another.
By the end of the battle, a mountain of corpses could be seen with one man sitting atop. He was dyed red and had blood dripping down his back. He was covered in small scratches, but none were a threat to his life.
The current Cage was shocked at his past self's actions, 'What kind of combat monster was I? Hundreds were killed in less than an hour by one person! And they were all clearly experienced warriors!'
The memory continued and through a voice that was not his own, he said to no one in particular, "Sigh... too weak."
A trembling group of five approached. They were out of place as they all wore high class suits not meant for a battlefield.
Cage descended half way down the mountain of corpses then jumped the rest of the way.
Thud!
The five began to shake to the point they looked more like pop rocks than people. They all bowed down simultaneously. "The Nation of Belgintrough, ranked first on the list of powers, concedes and admits defeat to the representative of The Federation."
Cage pulled a dagger from his sleeve and brought it to the neck of a bald man in the middle. With an evil smile, he asked, "Now that the Federation is ranked first, do you think I could kill you?"
The man with a dagger to his neck became livid, forgetting the fear he felt for Cage. "Don't overstep your bounds, you demon of carnage!"
The other four men immediately pulled out guns from their waists and pointed them at Cage.
Cage sighed again, "You political figures and you pesky guns..." He flashed a small smile, "I like the name though... Carnage Demon, it has a ring to it~"
He stepped back. he absentmindedly threw the dagger into the air repeatedly like he was playing catch with a baseball.
The bald man was furious. 'Just who does that peasant think he is?!'
Overcome with rage, he brought up his own gun and aimed it towards Cage and smiled wickedly, 'No one will miss a peasant...'
Bang!
Pang!
Cage sensed the killing intent and grasping the dagger midair, deflected the bullet.
He glared at the bald man, "Try that again and you can't complain about missing a limb or two..."
The bald man was once again forced back into a fearful state. The skills to deflect a bullet... That wasn't something in the realm of humans...
Crack!
The dream began to have cracks web across reality. it was like a piece of broken glass, but the people in the memory were oblivious to it. Only the current Cage could see it.
Darkness overtook him and he was thrust out of his fragmented memory.
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