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Chapter 53 - Tou [2]

(Julian)

A young, Tou, wandered the deep, thick forests. Currently, he is in the barbarian territories.

The barbarian territories were very diverse. Deserts, wetlands, forests, all of that. There were so many different biomes.

At this point, Tou had already learned how to speak and read, by listening to travelers and reading newspapers that had been discarded. He was 6 years old.

Tou was equipped with a bear's brown, thick fur, wearing it as a cowl. His pants were made out of wool, most likely pried off a dead body or the body of his victim.

A sword way too large was placed in a scabbard on his back, with two daggers put into sheaths on his sides. 3 weapons in total.

I've been watching him for most of his life now. Tou was a quiet and reserved boy, his killings a lot... less. Although he did kill every so often, it wasn't as often.

Along a rubble path built by traveling barbarians in an attempt to make the land better, Tou walked, fairly silently. 

Surprisingly, barbarians did not discriminate. In the cases he did encounter them, they were friendly to children. That was a good thing, considering the strength of some of these barbarians.

"Hm? Who's this kid?"

Two people stopped, noticing the boy.

Wait. Sten!?

"Must be some orphan."

His female companion spoke, softly and quietly. Still in the wheelchair that I remembered her to have.

But, at this time, shouldn't they be in Fershingan? Am I... missing something? Why is he here, in the barbaric territories?

It had to be him. Pitch black hair, with crimson eyes, and pale skin. Except, he didn't look like a bum. He had been wearing light armor, with a cockier smile plastered across his face.

"Should we adopt him?" asked Sten, his hands behind his back. He stuck his tongue out at the young boy.

"Don't aggravate him, Sten. Considering his attire, he must be the son of a barbarian. They are usually aggressive."

"Relax, Evelyn. I know how to handle kids."

"Without killing them?"

"I can just revive him. After all, I'm the master of souls! Unless that old man finds out."

Evelyn shook her head, her arms crossed.

"Kid. You want some candy?"

"You sound like a predator," Evelyn sighed. 

I don't know what Tou was thinking at this point, but I have an idea. I guess he sensed Sten's strength and wanted to... fight him.

He took his daggers out of his hand and jumped into the air.

"Huh? A feisty baby?" Sten said.

Tou spun around in the air, with his daggers stuck out. Like a...

Clash!

Sten blocked the initial strike with his hand. A second one was coming, as the momentum had to be followed.

[Cast: Frostbite Chains]

Chains of ice formed around Sten's body. In an instant, they were shattered.

"Sten, don't kill him!" Evelyn yelled, watching in her chair.

Sten joked. "You've known this baby for only 7 minutes, and you like him more than me? This world is so cruel."

The baby landed, gently. From Tou's point of view, he was pretty shocked. It was the first time that he met an opponent on par.

"Strong... very strong..."

That was one of the words he had known the best. He had heard it so many times. It came out so easily.

"This kid can speak? Wow. Well, come at me."

Tou placed on dagger in his mouth. He placed the other dagger in his left hand, and took his oversized sword out of its scabbard.

"Jeez. You should at least let me have a weapon-"

Like a bullet, Tou zipped through the air, hurtling toward Sten. Sten almost looked surprised. Almost.

"So close!" Sten moved to the side, evading the attack. He caught Tou by his cowl. 

Tou struggled.

"You need some clothes. You look like a rascal. Well, you are."

Tou jumped out of Sten's grasp.

If Tou was this strong, why was it so hard for me to fight Marco? I guess muscle memory goes only so far. 

Again, he raised his sword.

"Are you gonna keep rushing at me?" Sten asked.

"Maybe we should try a calmer approach," Evelyn suggested.

"Ah. Good idea."

Tou ran at Sten yet again. But instead of avoiding the attack, Sten went for it, straight on.

His knee hit Tou's forehead, sending him to the ground.

That was the last thing I saw since I was technically viewing things from Tou's perspective. Tou woke up in a dark cave, with clothes on.

A collared, white shirt, with dark black pants. It was quite fancy. Of course, he kept his bear cowl on.