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Everyone was at the gigantic door that just opened, and fireworks were being fired, forming a path toward the middle of the room. But the door was full of smoke, and no one could see who opened the door.
Just as the fireworks stopped, heavy steps could be heard.
Every single person, including the elders, was breathing heavily.
Everyone widened their eyes as they saw the owner of the footsteps from the smoke that went clearer and clearer.
The owner of the footsteps and the fireworks was none other than Torao Takabe or, should I say, Damian, a sorcerer who was reincarnated in the body of a young fat lolicon.
And so everyone was staring at the fat boy with a white shirt that was going beyond its limits to hold the belly of the fat boy.
Damian: 'sh^t what do I do now?'
The fat boy's feet were trembling at his own weight.
"Is that... him?"
Said a young maid that she could only see a fat loser who didn't know where he was. But the reaction from the rest of the people in the room was very different.
Everyone got even more alarmed as they saw the fat boy.
'It is worse than I thought.'
Said absolutely, everyone in their mind.
The only right word that could be described by the expressions on the faces of the elders and the contestants was only one.
FEAR
The boy was still standing still under everyone's glaze.
Damian: 'I HAVE TO DO SOMETHING. F*CK YOU TOREO. MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE'
After some time, one of the elders finally responded to this situation.
"IDENTIFY YOURS-"
The speech of the elder was interrupted.
Damian was so absorbed in his mind that he could not hear the elder. He moved forward and activated another mechanism that ignited flamethrowers that pointed at the center of the room.
"He does not even care about the words of the elder."
Whispered the contestants.
As for the elder, he was angry because Damian didn't even bother to look at him before disrespecting him, but he could only curse him in his mind. He could not possibly allow himself to get on the bad side of the storm bringer.
"How could he disrespect the elder in this w-"
One of the elders heard the maid and gave her an angry stare.
"Never speak ag-"
Just as the elder was about to speak to the young maid, one of the maids grabbed the head of the young maid and apologized to the elder.
"Please forgive her she is very inexperienced."
"Make sure this never happen again."
Said the elder in a cold tone.
"What is the big deal?"
Asked the young maid quietly so that the elders could not hear her.
"Are you this dull? Take a good look at Master Torao. The element of a user decides not only the talent of the body and spirit of the user. An element and techniques are decided by the genes of your family and the talent of the individual. To even acquire the most basic technique, you have to get rid of your limits as a human. This way, you acquire a body that can hold the power of your element. But Master Torao looks nothing like his ancestors... so that means... Master Torao is an-"
"Anomaly..."
The young maid finished the words of the elder maid.
The fat boy got to the centre, where every participant was waiting. But he didn't stop there.
Damian: 'F%ck where should I go?
"What is he doing?"
The fat boy got in front of the stairs leading towards the clan head.
He was so deep in his thoughts that he didn't realize where he was going.
The fat boy looked right at his father.
"This is madness you can't-"
??????: "Enough."
The elder was interrupted by the clan head.
....
Arakan Takabe
Age: 37
Height: 192 cm
Weight: 93 kg
Status: Father
....
Arakan: "Sit down, NOW."
The clan head released his intimidating aura.
Every participant, elder, and even the maids could feel his heavy pressure. The contestants could barely keep their bodies from falling. As for the elders, they could tank the pressure, but they knew that if the clan head was trying, he could kill them from his pressure alone.
Then what about the fat boy? Damian was standing still and didn't even realize that the clan head was trying to intimidate him. Because of the body of Torao that was in such bad shape and the fact that Torao didn't even know about the existence of mana, he could not have possibly sensed the aura of his father.
'Its extremely hard to even stand still, but he did not even move from his place?'
Everyone was surprised by Torao's not-changing expression.
Damian: 'Damn, he must be my father, right? I have to look more manly. I should also smile more.'
Damian: "Yes, papa."
Said Damian with a voice as heavy as he could make it and with a big and wide smile.
Damian didn't see any chairs, so he sat on the floor.
"Such a disrespect."
"How can someone even have the guts?"
"Can he really rival the elders?"
Whispered the contestants and the elders.
The clan head was surprised that a person like Torao, who could resist his intimidation, even existed.
Arakan: "HE HE, I expected nothing less from you—my child. I should show you how strong your father really is."
The smile of the clan head became wider and wider.
The clan head now had gone a step further. He used his mana as a weapon of suppression.
A purple force surrounded the whole room. The contestants could not hold on anymore. They lost consciousness and dropped face-first on the floor. The elders bodies shook uncontrollably while blood was coming from their eyes and noses.
Damian widened his eyes. Not even in his previous life did he see a sorcerer as strong as Torao's father.
Damian: 'This thing... Will I die?'
Damian was always a genius, so he understood from the first second of the clan head's attack that even if he was in his original body, he could never even manage to escape such a person, let alone fight him.
Damian used every single power he could gather around him to resist the attack of his father.
Damian: 'Why does this feel so familiar?... Is this body reacting to the pressure?'
The whole body of Torao was becoming hotter and hotter, but mainly at his core.
Damian: 'I will explode-'
A breaking sound of glass filled the ears of Damian.
The eyeballs and the iris of Damian became pure black, and his pupils became dark violet with a cloud of smoke coming out with the same colour.
The face of Damian became expressionless.
Damian raised his hand towards his father and pointed at him with his finger.
Damian: "]Tsépi Thanátou["
Said Damian with an empty-like voice.
The pressure vaporized like boiling water.
"AN NAMED MANA TECHNIQUE?"
(Important!!!
Named techniques are techniques given to an individual by their element. They will be in Greek.
Example: ]Tsépi Thanátou[
Unnamed techniques are techniques created by the user upgrading or changing a named technique to perform different attacks or effects. They will be in English.
Example: ]Death Pocket[)
Screamed one of the elders.
Damian fell on the floor unconscious.
Just then, his eye turned back to its original colour, and he gained consciousness again. He got on his knees and looked up. There was his father, who squatted at the level of his son's head. He was very close to his face and had a psychopathic-like smile.
Arakan: "Why do you smell like a Lich?"
Said the clan head with clear happiness in his voice.
Damian: "L... ich???"