A high five in the air awaiting me, "High five?" says the blond guy with a grin.
"Fuck off, Wayne." I turn back on him and pick up the other half of my broken wooden sword.
My wooden sword…
NOOOooooo!
Wayne follows behind me, "I somehow sense you're screaming internally," his eyes hover at my sword, "Wow, would never imagine a day I can see the Golden Child getting cornered."
My gaze flicks upward. "I said go away." I just got out from a clench of death and I don't need this guy to make it worse by annoy me. He's an old friend doesn't excuse him.
He looks over my shoulder, and leans in. "If it makes you feel any better, that sword is already old. And it's only ten more months before you graduated and get a real sword, like mine." His sword cackled.
"You don't know about this sword."
"I don't but goddamn, I wish someday you'd b looking at me like that sword," he crisply nods.
I push him away with my back and the exorcist Wayne lets himself fall on the ground. His heavy exorcist robe follows him slowly, as if breaking the gravity law. While on the floor, he laugh while pointing at me. "O—oh man, I'd never get enough of your reaction. Ayane, you're the best." He wipes a tear under his small cyan eyes. He finishes with a satisfactory smile.
Tsk.
Iff not for my self-control, I'd already broke my sword even more.
This so-called exorcist is still playing while on his duty. What a worse example for other exorcists. To think he's a warrior at that we trainee should've looked forward to. I slap his finger. "Don't point at me. You're not worth it."
He gets up, "Hey, show us some appreciation, will you, Ayane? I saved you, didn't I?"
"Barely."
"But still did."
"That's just incompetence. You guys should've moved faster."
He shrugs. "Geez, we were, but the werewolf is good at hiding his presence. We only followed your mana activity and you know how hard it is."
"Then you should've thought faster."
"Maybe," he eyes back at his squad who's actually doing their duty, "My squad is not really much of a thinker. They're doers."
My eyes go up to his squad. Three of them are standing over one of the buried fifty red poles respectfully. It was to apply weight to the prison under them.
"Let me out!"
Says the werewolf. All of his limbs are suffocated by all the red poles around him. Even with his newfound power, the fight only lasted a minute after Wayne arrived. Only one person is hurt in the process to put him in the lock and even that he's currently getting treatment from the Cleric. Someday, when I have my squad, it'd only take us thirty seconds maximum. After all, the battle is the second hardest part of The Red Tent Fifty method. The hardest is to make the prisoner talk. That's the entire purpose of this method, let their mouth moves but not the body then slowly extract information out of them.
Wayne shakes his head and puts both fists on the waist. His belt shakes all the twenty mana bottles and creates a xylophone. "A~Ah, what a mess. I don't mean to put him in a tent but it's an order," His dark cyan eyes searches mine, "If it was the Hell Inferno this thing is already dead, isn't he? Man, I wish I have the gut like him, to disobey all order to do what he prefers."
"What are you getting on about?" To bring out Sensei's name out of the sudden…
"Don't get me wrong, I admired the guy just like you, remember?"
The werewolf growls.
His nose wrinkles for a moment. "Are you seeing this thing? I'm sensing it's scheming for its escape already. It's not safe to wait for the Magi on charge to arrive." He turns to me with a suggestive smile. Small gap of his eyes searches for my approval. "Say, how about we Hell Inferno'ed it?"
Is he thinking about going against the Order? "Are you crazy? You'd get punished." Plus, he put 'we' in his sentence as if I'd get aboard on the idea! It's basically a suicide.
He cocks his head to the side as if oblivious to what he said, "Your sensei didn't, why can't we?"
—that's because he's a genius! But I swallow the words after a quick thinking. He may not look like it with his happy-go-lucky side, but Wayne, too, is considered the genius among geniuses in our generation. We are in the same batch of the best class and though everyone scored highly, Wayne scored perfectly. The Order decided he need no more training like us so permitted him to skip the other trials and went straight to human's world. This all happened when we're still on learning magic and mana. Remember when I said our is the best? Our class only has geniuses. His achievement is almost same as Sensei's before.
Only Wayne never have siege a demon's lord castle by himself.
Now look at him, flashing his smug smile while the gold-white robe hugging him tight. Exorcist's robe never touches the ground, it'd float around it. Every spot of dirt falls like water on the cloth. Fire is like soap. And bullets couldn't go through it. It's the perfect cloth for human's skin.
My teeth touches themselves. I—I'm not jealous! It must be the Divine One has another plan for me. Jejejeje….
His smile frustrates me more, "I'm kidding." He says, "Now, walk with me."
"Do I have to stay here longer?" I can meet-up with Sensei rather than eyeing the exorcists doing their work — something I'd get able to do sooner.
"Of course, you are a witness. The Magi would absolutely need your saying in this."
The two of us approach the locked Werewolf.
Wayne opens his chest and waves at the werewolf with both hands, "O—ohoh, look at yourself! I thought your kinds are lots more careful while doing things at night. What made you so loud? Do you really want us to lock you like this?" His cyan eyes mockingly stare back at the werewolf's, "When you can run, what makes you stay and almost kill my Ayane?"
Dude, I'm not your Ayane. The only person who can say that is Sense—em, ehem, I have to be careful of what I say internally. There could be something that can read my mind.
The werewolf tries to spit at him, but Wayne throws an upper jab and closes his mouth. I was praying the werewolf succeeded, dammit. "Don't embarrass yourself, doggy. Swallow that back."
One pair of hatred eyes clashing with a mocking pair.
Their staring contest breaks when a gentle voice at the side of everyone's ear appears, "Watch yourself, Wayne the Cold-Hearted."
Everyone doesn't bother to find where's the voice coming from but looks up. Wayne snickers and mumbles, "I'm not that cold-hearted. Stop calling me that. Any why'd the Magi has to be you out of all there is."
Cold-hearted is the exorcist's name to give for Wayne from the Order. The guy doesn't like it. But without him knowing, sometimes he's fit for the name.
Everyone's attention looks up in the dark skies. Near the moonlight, a female figure can be seen. The blue orbs flash. She's so far up, but her voice is close as if she's right beside us. "I am the one tasked to ask the questions, did you already forgot?"
Wayne staggers and steps back from the werewolf. "My mistake, mother."