"Sorry, what's your name again? I didn't hear it properly." After giving a wet beating to Ryuda's face, Blake squatted next to the crying man and asked.
"R…Ryuda…Sir."
"Ry-u-da? What about your last name?"
"Yoshida, Sir."
"So you're Japanese?"
"I'm human, Sir."
"And I'm a fish. I'm asking about your ethnicity! And drop the 'Sir' for fuck's sake."
Blake glanced at Ryuda's swollen face for a moment before he stood up and walked away.
A few minutes later, Ryuda who was crying from the pain suddenly felt a cool breeze brush past him.
The wet yet burning pain in his left cheek was dissipating at a noticeable rate.
"There, you're all healed up." A voice echoed through his mind while green light flashed past his eyes.
It was only then did Ryuda notice that Blake had returned.
'Incredible, this must be healing magic!' Ryuda was amazed.
The green light that appeared when healing magic was used only lasted for a few seconds yet the young man recognized it at an instant.
'The master of the mysterious forest must be a high level spirit!' Ryuda soon came to that conclusion and nodded to himself.
As for Blake, he had simply casted a basic healing spell, Spring Wind, on the pitiful guy.
He didn't know what the young man was thinking nor did he care.
Blake healed Ryuda for the sole purpose of taking him in as a disciple (butler) and was going to ask him to manage the Chaos Clan's estate.
Of course, Ryuda could reject Blake and run away.
But that plan wasn't feasible since Blake was the only one who knew how to navigate the magical forest outside of his house.
Blake couldn't help but feel happy at the thought of that plan.
After all, he could always return the black eye to Ryuda again if the plan fails.
Half a cup of tea's time later...
Blake stood before the kneeling Ryuda like a stone statue.
Neither one of them wanted to start the conversation so they both stared at each other in silence.
Yep, this was how men conversed.
Staring into each other's eyes while hoping a third party doesn't label them as bent.
'So, how do I bring this up to him? Do I say, "I, the master of this mysterious forest, wants you to be my disciple!"? Or do I go with "Cheh, aren't you the guildmaster of a nation level guild? Why the hell are you so weak? Say no more, I will make you the strongest if you become my disciple!"?' [Blake]
'Aish, how do I bring this up to him? Do I say, "I can be your eternal slave, sweeping the floors and cooking dishes for you to enjoy. Just please make me stronger!"? Or do I start with "My kingdom is failing due to internal conflicts, so please accept me as your disciple! I have friends and family that I want to protect!" ?' [Ryuda]
The two men mulled it over a stick of incense time.
Blake being the first to clear and organize his thoughts, he did his best to look away naturally and let out a cough.
"Seeing how you're this weak despite being the head of a sizable guild in your kingdom, I can't help but pity you…"
But before Blake could finish his words, Ryuda, who had also cleared his mind at that time, jumped in and finished his words for him.
"Does pitying me mean that I can become your disciple and get stronger?"
"Exactly! Join my Chaos Clan and learn under me! Together, we will make this clan rise!"
"Yeah!"
The two men got caught in the heat of the moment and started to shout like madmen.
The Chaos Clan truly lived up to its name.
A chaotic clan full of chaotic moments.
***
When night fell, Ryuda was the first to hit the sack.
He and Blake were screaming and jumping around like monkeys for hours before the exhaustion finally caught up to him.
As for Blake, the young man saw this and clapped his hands.
A flash of bright light appeared before him.
When the light dissipated, a wool blanket appeared in Blake's hands.
'Man, if my teacher knew about this, I'm sure he'd be pissed.' Blake revealed a playful smile as he put the blanket on top of Ryuda.
He then retired to his residence to rest.
***
Black Sky Pantheon
"Prometheus! Where are you, Prometheus?!"
A middle aged man with a short spiky beard could be seen smashing his armrest to pieces in a fit of rage. He hated waiting, even more so if the one in question was always slacking off.
After shouting a few more times, a familiar head popped out from one of the corridors. "Did you call for me, Ouroboros?"
Seeing the slacker's face, Ouroboros became angrier and summoned a black iron chakram from god knows where into his right hand.
With a wave of his hand, the black iron chakram flew towards Prometheus at lightning speed.
Prometheus saw this and revealed a helpless expression.
"Shing!"
The black iron chakram sliced his neck and decapitated Prometheus cleanly, causing Prometheus' field of vision to fall to the ground while his neck became a fountain of golden blood.
It was only after the middle aged man had decapitated his own subordinate's head did Ouroboros calmed down.
"Hahaha! Seeing your head fly always makes my day!"
'Yeah, but it only ruins my week.' Prometheus sighed in his heart.
The titan's body bent down to pick up the head, restoring Prometheus' vision to half of his original height.
"Hahaha…Now, time for your report." Ouroboros looked at the headless titan and smiled with glee.
Prometheus on the other hand, wanted to die.