Damian: "Lich?"
Just as Damian was about to ask his question, the rest of the competitors woke up from their sleep.
"It seems that we have to get to business."
The creepy smile from the clan head had hidden again behind the serious face.
The clan head had gone and sat on his throne.
"Master, what should we do about the recent events."
Asked the butler.
"That's a good question. Hmmmm."
Answered the can head.
"START THE BANQUET."
Said the clan head.
Just at that moment, the maids and butlers came from different places with tables and chairs.
In just 5 minutes, the room was full of thousands of dishes, every dish made by a famous chef, a master of cooking with the life force of mana.
Damian wanted to try some of the dishes, but it was somewhat challenging when every single person in the room was looking at him.
Nobody had dared to say or do something other than breathe. It was like an old family diner; nobody dared to eat or talk before the father of the family took a bite of the food first.
Damian finally caught up to this and took a bite of one of the dishes. After that, everyone could finally enjoy their food.
Every single inch of the room was full of food that looked like it was made of hopes and dreams.
Damian: "Where should I start from?... huh?
Before Damian could decide about the food he was going to eat, he felt something squishy on his hands.
Damian: "Tiramisu?....TIRAMISU."
Said Damian lauder than befeore.
Damian: " Ever since I reincarnated in this body, I could not stop daydreaming about Tiramisu.
Damian seated the Tiramisu as if he were a pig, and this was the last meal of his life.
"Master Torao, is there something wrong with the plate?"
Said the maid while bowing and with a scared tone as if she were receiving a death sentence.
Damian: "No, it's nothing like that, I just-"
????????: "MOVE DUMB YOU F^CKING W%ORE"
The young master, who sent a spy to watch over Torao, kicked the maid on the floor.
"I am sorry. I will take my leave."
Damian was stunned by the doings of the young man before him.
Damian: "You shou-"
Just then, Damian received a mental image and was able to identify the young man.
Damian: "Chikara?"
Chikara: "How are you brother?"
Damian: "I am good..."
Damian picked another tiramisu, but this time it was with a plate.
Chikara: 'This is good. It doesn't look like he knows about that b*tch Aurora. I have to do everything I can to show him that I can be a good ally.'
Said Chikara in his mind while his whole body was sweating from the stress.
Damian: "Are you okay?"
Chikara: "Please, brother, don't worry about me. I am in a perfect state."
Chikara's legs started to tremble.
Chikara: 'Sh^t, I am losing his interest. I have to do something. I have to shake his hand first.'
Chikara extended his arm toward Damian, but with every centimeter his hand traveled, his legs became weaker and weaker until his legs finally gave in.
Chikara dropped on the floor because of all the stress, trying not to shame himself in front of his brother.
Chikara: 'F&CK'
"What kind of balls does he have?"
"Is he trying to humiliate his brother?"
'He he that's what you get.'
Said the maid in her mind.
Chikara: 'F&CK F&CK F&CK F&CK F&CK F&CK'
Damian: "Let me help you."
Damian extended his arm towards his brother in an attempt to help him.
Chikara: 'Brother... That's right... he is my brother... What am I even doing? Why did I even send someone to spy on such a person? Yes... That's right, he is millions of times stronger than me. His intelligence, his strength... how could I even beat that? But even with all of the things I did to try and secure my victory, he is still wiling to accept me as his family.'
Chikara now felt a different feeling inside of him and understood something about himself and his brother.
Chikara: 'F*ck the position of clan head. I am going to do everything so that I can become the right hand of my brother.'
Chikara: "Thatnk you, broth-"
Chikara grabbed Damian's hand and slowly got up, but he didn't look where his head was going, and he hit the Tiramisu with his hand, which completely dirtied the expensive shirt of Damian.
Damian: "My tiramisu..."
"He is done for."
Said some of the competitors.
'This is going better than expected.'
Said the maid, who was kicked by Chikara in her mind.
"Who do you think will be our master after master Chikara's funeral."
Said the personal maids of Chikara between themselves.
Chikara: 'You idiots, my brother will never harm me because of something like that.'
Chikara: "Brother, sorry, let me he-"
Damian: "I WILL KILL YOU BAST^RD."
Said Damian, with his veins popping from his neck.
Chikara: 'fu&k'
"SILENCE"
Said the clan head in a high tone.
"I HAVE DECIDED. A NEW DATE IS DECIDED FOR THE COMPETITION. AFTER A YEAR AND A HALF, YOU WILL ALL GATHER IN THE SAME PLACE. BECOME STRONGER ENOUGH TO BEAT THE THE GENIUSES OF YOUR GENERATION."
'Another competition? What is this madness."
That is what the competitors were going to say if it wasn't for a certain someone.
Torao Takabe.
If they were to stay and compete with him, then that would be a one-sided slaughter.
Instead of insults toward the clan head and the elders for saying that they are too weak to even compete. All of their thoughts were directed to one person alone.
'Why did you have to be born in this family and at this time?'
Even they knew that they could not even come closer to such a monster.
'I have to become stronger.'
This was the fire that gave birth to what you can say... "The strongest generation"
AFTER AN HOUR
Damian was on his way to come back to his house.
He was in the same carriage, run by the same men that transported him to his birthplace.
Himari: "Master Torao, did you become the clan head this soon? If so, then why are you coming back?"
Damian: "I didn't win anything. The competition was scheduled for another date."
Said Damian while holding his head with his hand as if he was thinking about something for a long time.
Himari: "Is there something in your mind, master Torao?"
Damian: "Yes, Himari... what is a Lich?"
Himari: "Master Torao... Who told you about that?"
Said Himari with a serious expression on her face.