ELVIS LORD POV
I swipe up, looking through the blue window that just opened, aka my status, and I'm repeatedly amazed the more I look through it. My age and name are at the top, and underneath was my condition in health; something below it I couldn't understand, and what my body was currently capable of, like speed and strength, but I didn't go into it. I was capable of measuring what I was capable of in units, but I was expecting too much of it seeing as I could barely read, even though I am 13 years old. The original owner of this body seems to have been a spoiled brat that caused trouble since the age of 5.
I sigh in annoyance.
Why do I have to be in charge of such a body? All I ever wanted was that if I was to be reincarnated, I wanted a body that was fast, and based on how low his speed is, this guy has never bothered to train his body in the least, and based on his memories, he is a child born out of wedlock. It explains a lot; maybe he craved attention. Since I don't know what to do with myself, I guess I'll go see my father to find out what path he thinks I should follow.
With that in mind, I decide to slide off my bed and dress myself up.
While doing so, I look around my room. It was white, but in the middle, a chandelier decorated with blue jewels was all over it. As the light shone, all around the room, it gave it off a nice, blue pigment and a certain type of heat that seemed comforting to my body. I leave my room. Once the light stops touching me, I feel like someone just released me from a nice warm hug. I use my memories to figure out where my dad is, but when I get to the throne room, it's empty.
Suddenly, I hear a bone-chilling voice from directly behind me: "Elvis, what are you doing here? Was punishment not enough?"
I spun around to see a tall, middle-aged-looking man; all his hair was blue and short and wavy, and his eyes, which were normal just a second ago, had turned into blue slits that weren't human. They seemed to flicker a dangerous shade of blue, almost like being lit on fire, and they were glaring dangerously down at me. It felt like I was standing in front of a 20-foot lion.
I clear my throat and tell him, "Father, I'm not going to waste your time with useless talk, as I have already wasted enough. I didn't know what I wanted to do in life, and even now, I still don't know. But, I have the resolve to take the first step, so please, will you train me and show me the right path?",
My father looks at me with genuine curiosity, and my hopes are high, but I don't know what happened.
He turns around, his back facing me, and says "no" firmly,
Before I ask why, he gestures for me to walk with him. I follow him, and we walk side by side through the hall. The atmosphere between us was awkward.
I decided to break the silence. " I know you don't trust in me, but give me a chance to prove myself, and I promise I'll deliver. Just train me, and I'll make you proud", I say, pleading.
"I'm not saying no because of how you have acted up till now; you're a child; I don't have to have such expectations for you," he says nonchalantly.
I don't know why, but that kind of hurt. Ignoring it, I ask, "Then why won't you train me?"
"Because you should be able to do that yourself," he replies.
"How is that even possible without any prior experience?" I retort
"Your royalty and my son, you can do it," he says, turning around to walk away, indicating that this conversation was over.
Frustrated, I yell, "I'm a child! How am I supposed to do that? I'm your son! "You're in charge of helping me grow so you can watch your son blossom into something great and not disappear for all my life!"
I immediately regretted it. No matter who you are, you don't yell at my father. Regardless of your relationship with him, he is still the ruler in the land of beasts and hybrids, and disrespect is prohibited.
My father spins back around, walks up to me, and raises a finger; a blue flame appears at his fingertip. He points the finger at me, and it disappears. Then the wind starts to blow from behind me, and I turn around confused, but it quickly changes to shock and horror. Once, where a big, thick wall once stood, there was nothing.
I feel a hand placed on my shoulder, and I nearly pass out, but then a warm, reassuring voice follows: " Elvis, do you see his land?"
I nod.
"It is beautiful, isn't it?"
I nod again.
"And you wouldn't want anything bad to happen to it, right?"
I just stared at him this time.
"Well, I am King, and it's my job to keep this place safe, not just as the ruler but also as the strongest living being in the kingdom. As king, some sacrifices must be made."
"I guess I'll just slack off all day," I think to myself.
"But-" my father continued, and I turned to him, my eyes filled with hope.
"You're not in any kind of bad situation; you have money, status, and the blood of the strongest man on this land running through your veins. So stop sulking when others have it worse; if you want wealth, go out and take it; if you want status, go out and take it; and if you want strength, don't mope around waiting for your daddy to clean your ass. You are not some guy, not just any royal of this continent, you are my son. "You are not weak-minded, you are not some bottom-feeder, and you don't need help to succeed because YOU ARE A LORD."
My eyes widen as I feel something ignite inside of me. Everything suddenly has a purpose, and it's simply to make me stronger. If I want to be fast, I'll have to take speed. "That's right, I'm Elvis Lord, son of Xavier Lord," I think.
With my newfound pride, I look my father in the eyes and say, "Where do I start?"
My father starts walking away, and as he walks away, he says, "You will be given a month to complete all the basics of school and will be given 1 platinum coin to start your journey. Start from guilds, go there, and build your fame and skills. There is a tournament coming up for all young geniuses in a few months; if you win, I'll train you."
He pauses and turns to look at me with one eye. The flickering I saw before is now more condensed and visible
"I hope you won't disappoint me, son," he says in a deep warning tone.
I get on one knee and say confidently, "Yes, Father, Elvis Lord is here and ready."
{NOTICE: Quest has been accepted}
{Title: Cub's first fang tournament
Rank: C+
Duration:6 months
Pass condition: Win the CFF
Lose condition: Come in second place or lower
Reward: Xavier Lord's trust and ????
Failure: ?????
Description: You have just realized the way of the Lords and must now seek it out. Attend the CFF and meet your father's expectations.}