In a peaceful village that is isolated from the majority of most, the sun had started to rise. In the distance, near an extravagantly average house. 5 figures could be seen. 3 figures are watching 2 figures fight.
A beautiful woman with grey hair that reached her waist, an hourglass figure that was hidden in baggy sweat pants and muscle top, her heteromorphic eyes of green and silver looked on in amusement.
A bearded man who looked like a retired adventure, past his prime but still retaining a sense of youth in him. He wore farmer clothing that gave him a homey type of vibe.
Next to him stood a handsome man who looked like a noble. His jet black air and eyes held a deep abyss in them which seemed to suck you in. He dressed like royalty but held himself like a gangster.
The other 2 figures that were in combat were the polar opposite of each other. The adult was 200cm tall, he wore a muscle top and sweat pants that showed his behemoth like physic. He had dark red hair and dark red eyes. A claw mark was inhabited on his right eye, a testament to the beast in human clothing that he is. He wielded a great sword with one and while casually parrying everything that was thrown at him.
The figure fighting the behemoth was the weirdest of them all. He was a boy, cute as a bunny, he looked 7 years old but was far from it. His snow-white hair that paired with his rubellite eyes made him look incredibly cute. He wore black shorts and a black tank top which was a stark contrast to his pale skin. He wielded two short swords that looked like daggers in his hands, in an unorthodox method while fighting.
Clank! Ching! Clank!
The bunny and behemoth continued their dance, with blades. The boy relied on sophisticated foot to constantly dodge, parry and attack. The man used his brute force as if he were an unmoveable wall.
Their blades met, again and again, causing sparks to fly in confirmation. The boy used techniques while simple in nature was strange. He was knocked back. Using the momentum, he flipped his body and skidded on his feet before jumping at the man again.
Charging straight at him he came to a halt right in front of the man, then, he threw his blades up.
The man watched in amusement before blocking a fist to his face with his own. The boy used that as his opportunity. Using the man as a foothold, he flipped over the man, contorting his body and putting it in motion. He flipped over acrobatic in form, grabbing the hilt of one blade. Using his feet, he kicked the other short sword straight to the man at frightening speeds.
The man knocked the kicked blade away only to meet a kick to the face. The man smiled while dodging the second kick to the face. Jumping back, the boy stood in a neutral stance, hands resting on his sides, one foot in front of the other. The aura around him changed, from a fighter to a killer.
He smirked and taunted the behemoth. His blade met the man again and again. This time though, there was a dangerous ferocity. He striker like a beast trying to kill prey. The man blocked the onslaught of calculated attacks with anair of nonchalant. The boy's strikes became more precise. Aiming for lethal points.
Armpit. Tendon. Neck. Collarbone. Heart. Esophagus. The blade aimed to kill with absolute certainty. As if provoking the behemoth.
Responding to the provocation, the man swung his blade down faster than the eye could blink. He
tilted his head to the side, narrowly dodging the short blade that cut under his eye. Blood
splattered. The boy climbed onto the dazed man and held him in a chokehold with a knife to the man's neck. He lifted his hand and-
"Stop! Winner of this spar is Bell Cranel!" The silver-haired woman called out, stopping the boy from his actions.
Bell jumped of from Zard. He fell on his back,
desperately sucking air as if he was deprived of it.
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"Hoh! You've gotten much better at fighting to kill. It's as if you gain an exponential boost."
Erebus said as he threw a bottle of water at me.
I caught it before it hit me, sitting up, I opened the bottle and drank all the water. Having emptied the bottle's contents, I threw it away.
"I agree. The performance gap between fighting to win and fighting to kill is like to different fighters. Heh, hahaha, you'll be a monster in the future." Grandpa gave me a towel to dry myself.
"I doubt it. If I need to rely on the 'kill mode' then I'll never grow any stronger... Right... Aunt Alfia?" I got up from the floor and proceeded to stretch to relax my muscles-
"Owww!"
"Next time you add Alfia to Aunt, I'll hit you."
"You already did!?"
"Did you say something?" She raised her fist in the air scarryly. Is that even a word?
"No, nothing at all." I sat formerly on the floor in a subservient manner. If you lie down and
pretend to be dead, they won't notice, right?
"That's what the book said. Heheh~." Aphrodite laughed at my expense.
"Humph. As I was about to say, I agree with Bell. He needs to further increase his base if wants to get stronger. He needs to be able to do as much as me, and more." She had calmed down from her outburst? That easily?
"Relax, 'Aunt'. Heh. Not everyone is like you. The fact he can fight me at all is a testament to his strength, and his only getting stronger." Uncle Zard lifted me from my position and patted me on my head. You're the best uncle Zard!
"Thank you uncle Zard!" I smiled.
"...Your welcome." He looked away with a tint of red dusting his cheeks. Is he sick? How does a level 7 get sick? Is it another incurable illness? Did Aunt Alfia cook again?
"!" My danger sense flared to 100%.
"Oopsie~ your gonna get a beating~," Aphrodite said with an overly excited voice.
"You just thought of something stupid now, didn't you?" Aunt said as her magical energy flared.
"I don't know what you are talking about?" I looked down. Knowing that I am a terrible liar.
"Bell." Her voice carried ominous premonition.
"Yes ma'am."
"Look at me." She demanded.
"Yes ma'am." I looked up. Be subservient to survive! I want to survive!
"Now tell me you didn't think anything rude."
Damnit! She trapped me! She knows I can't lie!
"Aphrodite. Help me!"
"Heh. Fine~ just say that grandpa wants to talk about something." She said with amusement drowning in her voice.
"Uh, um. Grandpa, don't you have something to tell us? please." I pleaded for a miracle.
"Heh. Yes, I do." My surrogate grandpa saved me.
"Saved." Erebus laughed at my effort.
"Hahaha, I agree Erebus!" Uncle Zard enjoyed my suffering as well.
"You are a very lucky boy. You're saved for now." She stated and all I could do was nod. Looks like being subservient help.
"So... What's the news. Is it another mission from the guild?" I asked, remembering that Lord Oranous likes to send us on missions after a long bout of rest.
"Yep! Pack your trunks!" He said as he put sunglasses on.
"Not a chance. You'd just try to peek, and I would have to kill you. We wouldn't want you to die just yet." You say scary things, Auntie. She abruptly looked at me, I looked away. Women are scary!
Lord Erebus and Uncle Zard laughed once again at my and grandpa's expense. You people are mean!
"You say scary things Alfia... Would you like to scare Bell?" Grandpa used me as a scapegoat. He really is scummy.
"Hmph!" Alfia just folded her arms and closed her eyes. Grandpa took that as a sign to continue talking.
"We are going to see!" He said as he pulled out a pool noodle.
Am I the only one wondering where and when he did he get those?
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