While I was preparing to impress god in the afterlife, a blurry silhouette of a person flew towards me at a speed almost equivalent to a stray bullet.
~Tak~
A sharp crushing pain ran through my head to my brain, the force hit me in the jaw and I saw myself flying across the railway.
I'm sure of what I felt, it must have been a leg that connected to my jaw.
I know how strong a leg bone is, but, how f*cking strong was the person who kicked me to make my whole body fly across the railway?
~Groans while massaging his jaw~
Ugh...
I think I dislocated my jaw.
I was kicked! I know he wanted to save me but in this kind of situation, doesn't my character gets pushed out of the way? Why was I kicked
Why is mine always different, I was f*cking kicked out of the way.
I'm surprised I did not die from a kick that powerful though but who the hell kicked me?!
I want to know the b*tch who kicked me.
Standing up and massaging myself, I decided to see the creature with the audacity to kick me across the field.
Raising my gaze after dusting myself, I saw the creature who dared to...
"You..." I muttered, really surprised
"Hello Gideon"
"Were you the one who kicked me?"
I asked, disbelief clear in my tone
"Yes, does it hurt?" The person said in a flat tone
"Y-you... you're an old man! How the hell was your kick that powerful?!"
Yes, indeed the person who kicked me was an old man who had trouble standing and all his facial hair was grey including his hair in his head.
He had his arms crossed at his back, and his standing posture was...well feasible.
As expected of an old man, his standing position was as if he was crouching.
I'm super surprised that his kick was powerful but more surprised that he knows my name.
Maybe he does know something about me.
Is this a fragment of hope to finally clear the blurriness in my memory?
Is this fate or luck?
Either way, I'm happy to have finally met someone who knows something about me after two years of searching.
†**************†
"H–How?" Gideon asked surprised
"How was my kick that powerful? It's a secret and..."
"No, that's not it, I'm not even interested in your boring secret, I'm asking how you know my name"
"Oh, that..."
*This rascal, who dares call the Martial art I have honed for years "boring"?* 💢
~sigh~
*Well since he's a kid, I might as well let him off the hook* The old man thought while calming himself down.
"About that, your necklace has your name on it"
". . ."
*I feel so stupified, how can that skip my mind?
I guess I expected too much from fate, CURSE YOU LUCK AND FATE!*
"That necklace of yours is a unique one, I haven't seen the material it was made from anywhere around"
Gideon started scratching the back of his hair nervously.
"Well...uh...So should I call you gramps or an old man or sire or..." Gideon asked ignoring his remark on his necklace
"None of the above, it's not like we'll meet again"
"Well, thank you "none of the above." But your assistance wasn't needed"
"?!"
*What is the? how can someone be so stupid, he called me "none of the above" and who wouldn't need assistance in a life and death situation?*
"So...am I owing you a favor, because it's keeping me uncomfortable," Gideon said
"Yes, and a simple one at that, I'll just need you to come to this location later in the evening, I would like to study what your necklace is made from"
The old man said while handing him a card with an address on it.
"Oh...ok if that's all, I'll get going, don't wanna miss my lecture"
" . . . "
The old man didn't say anything as he watched Gideon's back disappear from his view.
*What was that? I've never met or seen someone like him, someone who... SMILES IN THE FACE OF DEATH, there was no shred of fear in his eyes, could it be that he had a trick up his sleeve...*
~Click! Click!~
Flashing lights and sounds of clicking cameras interrupted his thoughts
He looked around to see that a lot of crowd had gathered, those who had videoed the whole event and news reporters gathering around him which both he and Gideon had earlier ignored during their conversation.
"Wow! It is Darwin Markus!"
"What's the world's best Craftsman and creator of the martial arts "Fist Dawn" doing here!"
"I heard he has been in seclusion honing his skills"
"He saved that kid, I wish I was that kid, I wanna touch him even if it has to be that I was punched in the face by him"
~Ugh~
*I do hate this kind of annoying attention.*
As he turned to leave a dozen News reporters surrounded him
"Mr.Darwin, is it true that you have improved your martial arts?"
"When would you finally give us information on your family?"
"Did you take the kid you saved as a student?"
The reporters bombarded him with questions.
*Do this reportreportersme some kind of teleportation skills? How do they manage to arrive so quickly at every scene? If the security personnel was this fast, the world would be a more peaceful place.*
He simply gave them a disapproving look before walking away.
Leaving them with a big question mark.