Kakashi was moving as fast as he could, his searches for Yennefer unfortunately didn't have the expected results.
He spent hours looking for him, using several clones and energy to look for him, but nothing was effective.
However he didn't give up, Kakashi couldn't give up. He was focused on finding Yennefer.
His humor, however, was not the best. Kakashi doesn't remember the last time he got so upset with someone close to him.
Panting as he moved back towards Rinde, Kakashi looked like a figure jumping from tree to tree.
Kakashi wasn't sparing energy or chakra to find her. His body was already feeling the signs of exhaustion and tiredness.
But he wouldn't give up. Even though he now had limited options, his only hope was the Witcher who was the last to meet Yennefer.
Looking at his, Kakashi noticed that the storm was gaining more and more strength and thick clouds.
they glided over the entire territory of Rinde.
The sky was completely dark, the only thing that lit his path was the lightning that matched his.
'Damn Yen, what are you thinking? To do something like this, you'll have to give me good explanations when I meet you."
After the jailer was blown up into a bloody cloud, the other guards cordoned off the place until the baron returned.
When he arrived he ordered Geralt and Chireadan to be brought to him, he wanted to talk to them both.
"Frankly, I don't have the vaguest idea what to do with you."
Geralt and Chireadan, sitting on a bench beneath a huge tapestry depicting the prophet Lebioda herding sheep, remained silent and with their heads humbly bowed.
They did not know how they could refute the harsh words of the baron, who was reprimanding them.
Baron Neville paced around the room, huffing and puffing with rage.
"You fucking idiots!"
exclaimed the baron suddenly."
"Look what you did to the city, this storm is covering everything, from the forest to the swamp."
"Why did you choose my city? Are there no other cities in the world?"
The elf and the Witcher remained silent.
"Doing something like that... Turning the jailer... into a pulp...".
His fury was so great that the baron choked with his words, he sighed to ease his mood a little and then continued.
"In a red hoopoe! Like tomato juice! This is inhumane!"
"Inhumane and impious. Not even the worst heretics would have the courage to do this."
Added the priest Krepp, present in the baron's dispatch room.
"It's so inhumane that any idiot would be able to guess who is behind it."
"Sir Baron. We have both known Chireadan for a long time, and this Witcher would not have enough strength to do such a thing to the jailer."
"This can only be the work of Yennefer, that sorceress cursed by the gods!"
On the other side of the window, as if confirming the priest's words, the crash of a
thunder.
"She, no one else, would have the willingness and ability to do this."
"There is no doubt. Who, other than Yennefer, would want to take revenge on Counselor Lourorino?"
"Hehehe".
The Baron laughed. The thought of what happened to Lourorino relieves his stress a little.
"Here's something that didn't upset me. Lourorino was conspiring against me, with an eye on the position I hold."
"And now I doubt he'll find any support from the people. People won't soon forget the belt beating he got on his ass…".
Neville couldn't hide his satisfaction at the fact that his rival had suffered such humiliation in front of people.
"All you had to do was applaud this crime, Mr Neville."
Krepp said, frowning.
"I must remind you that if I had not performed an exorcism on the Witcher, he would have raised his hand against me and the sanctity of the temple..."
"That only happened because you were also saying horrible things about her in your sermons."
"Even Beau complained about you. But facts are facts. Did you hear, you scoundrels?"
The baron turned to Geralt and Chireadan again.
"There's nothing that can excuse you. I have no intention of tolerating this kind of thing! So start spilling everything you can in your defense."
"Otherwise, I swear by all the relics that I will make you dance in flaming shoes, in a way that you will not forget until the end of your days!"
"Come out quickly, describing everything, like in a confessional! Confess your sins to me!"
Chireadan let out a deep sigh and looked at the Witcher meaningfully and pleadingly. Geralt also sighed, cleared his throat and told everything… well, almost everything.
"Who would have thought, that was what the sorceress was looking for."
Said the priest after a moment of silence.
"A Djin released from captivity and a sorceress with nefarious plans for him. This could end badly, very badly."
"What kind of plans for him might Yennefer have?"
Neville asked, he didn't care much about the legends that were spread by the peasants, he knew little about the stories of the Djinns.
"Sorceresses draw their power and strength from nature. To be more precise, from the so-called Four Primordial Elements."
"Popularly known as the Forces of Nature: Air, Water, Fire and Earth. Each of these elements has its own dimension, which, in sorceress jargon, is called Plain."
"Thus, we have the Plain of Water, the Plain of Fire and so on. These dimensions, inaccessible to us, are inhabited by beings called Djins…"
"They are called that in the legends."
Geralt cut him off.
"Because from what I know…"
"Do not interrupt".
Krepp scolded him.
"The fact that you know little was evident during your report. So shut up and listen to what those wiser than you have to say."
"Returning to the Djins, there are four species of them, just as there are four Plains. There are the djinni, who are Djins of Air; the marids, linked to the Water element; the ifritas, who are the Djins of Fire; and the daos, the Djins of the Earth…".
"Take it easy, Krepp."
Neville said. It was a lot of information for him to receive in such a short time.
"We are not in a temple school, so stop teaching us. Be brief and say: what does Yennefer want from that Djin?"
"A Djin like that, Mr. Mayor, is a living concentration of magical energy."
"The sorceress who has a Djin at his disposal will be able to direct all that energy in the form of a charm."
"He will no longer need to strive to extract the Force of Nature… the Djin will do this work in his place."
"Then, the power of such a sorceress will become gigantic, I would even say omnipotent…".
"I've never heard of sorceresses that can do anything."
Neville observed.
"On the contrary, in most cases, their power is clearly limited. Sometimes they can't do this, sometimes they can't do that."
"The Sorceress Stammelford."
The priest interrupted him, once again acquiring the tone, pose and expression of a teacher.
"He even moved a mountain just because it blocked the view from his tower."
"No one, neither before nor since, has achieved anything similar, and this is because, as was said at the time, he had a dao, a genius from Earth, at his service."
"There are records of impressive feats of other sorceresses, gigantic waves and torrential rains, obviously the work of marids."
"Columns of fire, fires and explosions, the result of the actions of ifritas… Whirlwinds of wind, hurricanes, flights over the earth".
Geralt muttered. Remembering a well-known name.
"Geoffrey Monck."
"Correct. I see you know something."
Krepp looked at him more kindly.
"They say that old Monck found a way to force the djinni, the geniuses of the Air, to serve him. According to rumors, he kept several of them inside bottles, using them as he needed them."
"He had three wishes from each Djin. Because the Djin, gentlemen, fulfills only three wishes, then he is free and escapes to his dimension."
"But the one on the riverbank didn't fulfill any wish."
Said Geralt categorically.
"He immediately threw himself at Dandelion's throat."
"Djins are malicious and perverse beings. They don't like people who put them in bottles and tell them to move mountains."
Krepp said.
"They do everything they can to prevent desires from being expressed and fulfill them in ways that are difficult to control or predict."
"Thus, it is essential to be very attentive to what you say to them. To subdue them, you need to have a will of iron, nerves of steel, powerful strength and diverse skills."
"From what you told us, it was clear that your skills, my dear Witcher, were not enough."
"I didn't try to tame it, I didn't even know what it was when I found it."
Geralt said.
"But I managed to drive him away and he fled with such momentum that the wind howled. This is something that cannot be ignored, although Yennefer ridiculed my exorcism."
"And how was that exorcism? Repeat it."
Geralt repeated, word for word of his exorcism.
"What did you say?!!!".
The priest's face turned first pale, then red, and finally purple.
"How dare you?! Are you mocking me?! Do you think this is a joke?"
"Please forgive me."
Geralt stammered.
"The truth is that I… I don't know the meaning of those words. They were taught to me by someone."
"Then don't repeat what you don't know! I can't even imagine where you learned such vulgar expressions!"
"Enough nonsense."
The mayor spoke, making a gesture of displeasure with his hand.
"We're wasting time. We already know what the sorceress wants this genie for. But you, Krepp, said this could end badly."
"Why? What do I have to do with this? Let her take this Djin and go with him
for the devil to carry them."
It was not known what Neville thought at that moment, he did not care what Yennefer would do with the Djin, as long as it did not affect him and his city.
Next to the tapestry with the prophet Lebioda, a luminous square suddenly appeared, something suddenly shone.
And in the next instant, it landed in the center of the city hall's dispatch room... it was Dandelion, who somehow returned to the city.
"Innocent!"
shouted the troubadour with a pure, beautiful and sonorous voice, sitting on the floor and looking around with a
vacant look.
"Innocent! The Witcher is innocent! I wish you to believe me!"
"Dandelion!"
Geralt was surprised, detaining Krepp, who was preparing to perform an exorcism or perhaps even a spell.
"How did you end up here?!".
"And who is that?"
Neville asked.
"By all means! If you don't stop these spells, I swear I won't take responsibility for my actions."
"I have already said a thousand times that it is forbidden to practice witchcraft in Rinde! First, you must make a written request."
"Then pay the stamps and the tax…".
"But wait a moment… Isn't this guy that bard hostage to the sorceress?"
"Dandelion!"
Geralt repeated, hugging the troubadour.
"How did you end up here?"
"I don't know".
He confessed to the bard, confused and worried.
"To be honest, I'm not really aware of what happened to me."
"I remember few things, and I'm not sure what actually happened and what was a nightmare. I remember an attractive woman with purple eyes."
"Forget about women for a moment."
Neville rudely interrupted him.
"Let's talk about serious things, my dear. You shouted that the Witcher is innocent."
"How should I interpret this? That Lourorino dropped his pants in the middle of the street and hit himself on the butt?"
"Because if the Witcher is innocent, it could only have been that… unless there was a collective hallucination."
"I don't know anything about asses or hallucinations."
Dandelion spoke haughtily.
"I don't even know this guy Lourino."
"My last memory is of an elegant woman, dressed in a black and white dress.
very good taste".
"She brutally threw me into a lit hole, it was probably a magical portal."
"First, however, she ordered me, clearly and categorically, that upon arriving at my destination, I should immediately make the following statement."
"My wish is that you believe that the Witcher is not at all to blame for everything that happened."
"This, and not any other, is my wish."
"What I literally just did. Obviously I asked him what it was all about and what it was all for."
"The woman didn't let me finish speaking. She threw me, grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and threw me into the portal. That's all."
"And now… I have already purchased your order."
Dandelion straightened up, shook the dust off his coat, straightened his collar, and his hat, although dirty, went over his shirt.
"I ask you gentlemen to tell me what the best hostel in the city is called and where it is."
"We don't have second-rate hostels here"
Neville spoke slowly.
"But before you can make sure of that, you will have the opportunity to see the best dungeon in the city up close."
"You and your two companions. I remind you, you scoundrels, that you are not yet free!"
"You have to explain to me better what's happening, because nothing you're saying is making any sense."
"One tells stories without meaning or reason, another jumps out of a wall, shouts about innocence and desire."
"That's right, he wishes… They believe in him. You have the audacity to wish for something."
"By the gods!".
The priest suddenly exclaimed, placing his hands on his bald head.
"Now I understand! The wish! This is the last wish!"
"What's going on with you, Krepp?"
He asked the baron, frowning.
"Are you feeling unwell?"
"The Last Wish!"
Repeated the priest.
"She forced the bard to express the third and final wish. It is only possible to subdue a Djin after he has granted the three wishes."
"Yennefer must have prepared a magical trap to trap the Djin before he can escape to her dimension!"
"Mr Neville, it will be necessary to mobilize..."
But before he could finish speaking, a loud noise of a window breaking was heard. Interrupting the priest's speech.
"What the fuck! What the fuck is going on?"
Exclaimed the Baron.
A blur had passed by them so quickly that they couldn't see what it was. When they looked at the figure that had been thrown out of the window, they were surprised.
Almost everyone present in that room recognized this person.
Kakashi had just arrived in the city when he saw that the focus of the storm was Chireadan's house and went straight there.
Arriving there he discovered that Yennefer had deceived him to take him out of the city. And he only reappeared now that his plan could no longer be stopped.
Realizing the danger she was in, Kakashi went towards him to help, but he was caught in a huge torrent of air.
How unprepared he was. Kakashi had no time to react, he was taken by surprise and thrown into the baron's house before he could reach it.
That blow hurt, but it was far from enough to get Kakashi.
Getting up with a little difficulty, Kakashi didn't bother to say anything to anyone who was present.
He quickly gathered chakra on the soles of his feet to prevent something like that from happening again.
Now that he could see what had attacked him, Kakashi would no longer be caught by surprise, he had already removed the cloth from his left eye.
Kakashi wouldn't underestimate an unknown enemy, especially one that could gather such a gigantic storm.
Advancing towards the enormous mass of energy that appeared in the city, Kakashi was jumping over the roofs and dodging the masses of air that the being threw at him with great ease.
In his hand he already had a jutsu prepared, he would protect himself as soon as necessary.
Seeing that inexplicable scene, everyone was speechless.
"What the fuck just happened?"
Approaching the window. The baron exclaimed in surprise.
"By the gods! Look at this! Krepp!!! What is this?"
Everyone ran to the window.
"My mother!"
Yelled Dandelion.
"It's him! That son of a bitch who almost strangled me!"
"A Djinni!"
Krepp exclaimed.
"He is over Errdil's house."
Chireadan shouted.
"Right on the roof."
"She got him!"
The priest leaned so far out of the window that he almost fell.
"Do you see the magical light? The sorceress managed to trap the Djin in her trap!"
Geralt looked on in silence.
Many years ago, when he was still just a brat and studying in Kaer Morhen, at the Witcher Headquarters, he and his classmate Eskel caught a huge dog-bee and tied it with a shirt thread to a jar on a table.
Looking at what the poor drone trapped by the line was doing, they both writhed with laughter, until they were caught by their guardian, Vesemir, who gave them a tremendous beating.
The djinni on the roof of Errdil's house behaved identically to that dog-bee.
He rose and fell, jumped up and dived down, flew in circles
and buzzed furiously.
Because the Djin, like Kaer Morhen's drone, was bound by contorted lines of dazzling multicolored light, enveloping him completely and ending up stuck on the roof.
However, the djinni had more options than the drone tied to the jar.
The drone could not destroy the neighborhood's roofs, destroy thatched roofs and knock down chimneys. The djinn could… and did.
"He's destroying the city!"
Neville howled.
"This monster is destroying my city!"
The situation was unbelievable to the point that everyone disregarded what Kakashi had just done, their focus and thoughts were all on the djinni.
"Hehehe".
The priest laughed.
"Apparently, she found someone who matched her! This djinni is especially strong! In fact, it's difficult to know who caught who."
"If the sorcress captured the djinni or the djinni trapped the sorceress."
"I think this will end with the djinni reducing the sorceress to dust, which will be done
justice!".
"I don't give a shit about justice! What I care about is how the city will look."
Exclaimed the baron, not caring who was listening.
"Look, Krepp, what's going on over there! Panic, ruins! You didn't tell me anything about that, you bald idiot!"
"He was showing off, showing his wisdom, talking difficult, but most importantly, not a single word! Why didn't he tell me that this demon was going to do this."
"Witcher! Do something! Fix this devil! I forgive him of all crimes since…".
"There's nothing you can do, Mr Neville."
Krepp said, in an offended tone.
"You didn't pay attention to what I was saying. In fact, you never pay attention when I speak."
"What we have here, I repeat, is an extremely powerful djinni. Otherwise, the sorceress would have already tamed him."
"I'm telling you that her spell will soon wear off, and the djinn will crush her and flee. Then we will have peace and quiet."
"And in the meantime, the city will turn into a pile of ruins?"
"We'll have to wait."
Repeated the priest.
"But not idly. Start acting and issuing orders, Mr. Mayor. Let people leave their homes and get ready to put out fires."
"What's happening now is nothing compared to what will happen when the Djin finishes off the sorceress."
Krepp was confident that Yennefer had no chance of surviving this ordeal.
However, to his displeasure. Kakashi intervened, changing the balance of powers in this battle.
Kakashi had already arrived close to Yennefer and was protecting her from the Djin's attacks, while learning the creature's attack patterns.
Geralt raised his head, met Chireadan's gaze and made a decision.
"Mister Krepp, I'm going to need your help."
"This is the portal through which Dandelion arrived here. The portal continues to connect the city hall to Chireadan's house."
"There's no sign of the portal anymore."
The priest replied coldly, pointing to the wall.
"See for yourself."
"A portal, even when invisible, always leaves a trace, which can be stabilized with
a spell."
"And that's how I intend to cross it."
"Have you gone crazy? Even if a crossing like that doesn't tear you to pieces, what
do you want to achieve it? Entering the middle of the cyclone?"
"What I'm asking you is if you can cast a spell to stabilize the vestige of the portal."
"A spell?"
The priest proudly raised his head.
"I'm not a sorceress! I don't cast spells! My power comes from faith and prayers."
"Can or not?".
"Can I".
"Then get to work, because we don't have much time."
"Geralt!"
Dandelion exclaimed.
"You've really lost your mind! Stay away from that strangler!"
"I need to try, maybe with my help, we can defeat the Djin and put an end to this rampant destruction once and for all."
"I ask you to remain silent. I am praying."
"To the devil with your prayers!"
Yelled Neville.
"I'm going to call on the population. We need to act, instead of standing still and talking incessantly! By the gods, what a day! It feels like I kicked a stupid woman's ass."
The Witcher felt Chireadan touch his arm. He turned around. The elf stared deeply into Geralt's eyes and then lowered them.
"You're going there because you think you have to, aren't you?"
Geralt hesitated. He had the impression that he was smelling lilac and currant.
Even though he should have hated her, Geralt felt like he couldn't. He was feeling strange.
He had never felt anything like it in his life. His heart longed for the beautiful sorceress.
"I think so. I apologize, Chireadan."
"You don't need to apologize. I know very well what you're feeling."
"I doubt you know, because I don't even know what's happening to me."
The elf smiled, but not with joy.
"That's exactly what this is about, Geralt. There's no way to explain it."
Krepp straightened up and let out a deep sigh.
"Everything is ready".
He said pointing proudly to an almost invisible outline on the wall.
"The portal, however, is not secure and will not remain open for long. I also cannot guarantee that it is intact."
Before entering it, Mr. Witcher, do some soul searching. May I bless you
him and absolve him of his sins."
"But there won't be enough time."
"I'm aware of that, Mr. Krepp. There's never time for that."
"Please everyone leave the room, if the portal explodes, it will rupture your eardrums."
"I will remain here."
Krepp stated, as soon as the door closed behind Dandelion and Chireadan.
Then he made a circle with his arms around himself, creating a pulsing protective aura.
"I'm doing this just in case. And, if the portal explodes, I'll try to rescue you from there, Mr. Geralt."
"As for my eardrums, don't worry. They repair themselves."
Geralt looked sympathetically at the priest, who smiled and concluded.
"You are a man of great courage. You want to save her, don't you? But all your courage doesn't help you.
It will be useful for a lot of things."
"The djinni are very vengeful beings. The sorceress is lost, and you, if you go there, will also be lost."
"Do some soul searching. Before you go to your death."
"I have done".
Geralt stood in front of the portal and, at the last moment, turned to the priest.
"Mr Krepp…".
"Yes?"
"That exorcism that infuriated you so much… What was the meaning of those words?"
"Don't you think the time is not appropriate for jokes and nonsense?"
"I beg you, Mr. Krepp. Satisfy my curiosity."
"Very good".
The priest agreed, taking shelter behind the mayor's heavy desk.
"As it is your last wish, I will tell you. The meaning of those words."
"They meant. Get out of here and fuck off."
Geralt entered the void, whose coldness muffled his fit of laughter.