Chapter 5 - Bandits 1

Marc has left the little village because he didn't want to sit around, and possibly wait months before the bandits decide to raid the village again. He just ain't the type to just sit around.

So he decided to go on the hunt instead after getting the general direction the bandits left in after raiding the village, which is west of the village.

"I hope at least one of the bandits prove the village chief wrong and can use magic. I really want to try fighting a mage," Marc thought to himself while walking at a slow pace, taking in the beautiful nature around him. A high mountain range he's following to his left, that almost lured him astray from his quest. He wanted to explore it but decided to focus on his priorities. To pay the village chief back for his information.

Sometimes he took a break to play with his magic. He picked up some small stones and tried to repel them and hit a few squirrels and birds. But so far he hasn't succeeded yet in hitting one. If someone were to watch him, he looked like the neighbor's kid that just got a slingshot, using it to do pranks.

After walking a good 2 hours, Marc's patience ran out. Feeling frustrated, he began throwing a fit.

"Arrrgh, where the fuck are those bandits? If they don't soon show themselves soon, I'm going to shove a pig down their throats when I find them, so they don't dare think about eating it ever again!" Marc yelled in frustration, before once again repelling a stone with everything he's got, releasing his pent up energy on the poor squirrels before continuing his quest.

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"Jackpot!" Exclaimed Marc, when he found a little camp, though a lot bigger than the one he made himself. 10 people are sitting around a fireplace laughing, drinking, and roasting what looks like a pig. 2 people are guarding the perimeter against intruders and the like.

When one of the people who stood guard spotted Marc, they immediately yelled to their comrades.

"Someone is coming!" Yelled the guard with a high voice. The merry mood around the fireplace soon settled down when they heard it, and they promptly geared up and got ready for whatever's coming. Almost all of them had a sword each of the lowest quality you can get.

"How many is there?" a man asked a woman who's about to look into a telescope.

"Boss!!" Exclaimed the woman with respect and desire in her voice, before quickly looking into the telescope to find out.

"Only one? And it's just a kid!?" The woman said with surprise in her voice, and her boss heard it loud and clear.

"A kid you say? Quickly look if he has any weapons on him!!" The boss was just as surprised as the woman, but he knew better than no normal kid would walk around this place without any protection or weapon. He might be a mage like himself, but the question is how strong is he? This bandit boss already had experience with a younger mage than himself, and he got his ass handed to him, so he knows better than to underestimate him, but…

"It's just a kid? Then there's nothing to be on guard off. We can easily beat him up and throw him to the wolves." Said another bandit before he began licking his sword like a creep.

"You are absolutely right big bro. Let's take one of his arms too or both. That will teach him not to come here ever again!" Another bandit agreed with the previous' words.

"Shut up you idiots!! Don't underestimate him, he may be able to use magic." Reprimanded the boss his two idiot underlings tiredly, because this isn't the first time they say something idiotic like this.

"Yes, boss!!" The two idiots immediately shut up after saluting to the boss, like two school kids being scolded by the teacher before saying "Yes miss."

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"Yo, the village chief sent me to get his livestock back," Marc said with a nonchalant expression and a raised hand in greeting before stating his purpose here.

"Fuck you, brat!! You better go home and suck some breast milk for a few years before challenging us," said a bandit with next to none brain cells, after seeing how little Marc is. He's towering at a whole 156 cm high, making him seem younger than he actually is.

"Ehh, how do you know? I actually just filled my stomach with your mother's breast milk. She told me she once dropped her baby, making him retarded and that must be you?" Marc shot back at the stupid bandit.

"What did you just say!?" Fumed the bandit after being called a retard.

"See, you have problems with your hearing. But back to your mothers' story, she hasn't just dropped you once but twice. At another time she dropped you in cow dung, and do you know what you did?" Marc asked what seemed to be an important question while all the bandits were a little taken back at Marc's personality, even the leader.

"You actually ate that shit!! My mother once told me "you are what you eat" so that makes you a walking cow dung with arms and legs, well your face indeed looks like one who likes to eat shit hahaha," Marc ended his little story, making all the bandits get out of their stupor after hearing him laughing. Some bandits couldn't help laughing too, but the bandit who Marc told the story to, got red as a tomato as he fumed with anger after being ridiculed in front of his other bandit friends by a little kid.

"You are so dead brat!!" The little bandit boiled over, making him attack Marc without a second thought or order from the leader. The bandit unsheathed his sword and charged at Marc intending to maliciously cut his legs off him so he can't walk anymore.

Before the sword connected to Marc's leg, the bandit saw Marc trying to block it with his bare hands. Finding the idea of blocking a sword with just hands ridiculous he just proceeded with his swing. But the bandit failed to notice Marc's palms transformed into paws.

*PA...!!!*

A weird bubble sound resonated and the sword was stopped with Marc's bare hands. He used the defensive technique *Counter* to stop the sword.

"...How di-" The bandit wanted to ask something but Marc had other plans. He thrust his other hand forward making his hand touch the bandit's chest.

"Your mother also told me to tell you to get enough sleep, so goodnight," Marc told the bewildered bandit before sending him flying.

*PA...!!!*

The bandit flew straight back into the other bandits like a cannonball being fired. The other bandits didn't have time to react to the human cannonball flying into some of them. The bandit that Marc just repelled instantly got knocked out because of the pressure on his chest, while the others he crashed into have trouble getting on their feet again.

"Ahh man, I didn't get a strike..." Marc expressed sadness because he couldn't knock them all down.

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"He's dangerous! And my gut was right, he can use magic, but what is his magic? He just stopped the sword with his hands and sent that idiot flying. I better test him out before attacking," the bandit leader thought to himself before making a plan.

"Everybody, attack!!" The bandit leader ordered his minions to attack while he stayed behind just watching the fight with the goal of figuring out what Marc's magic does.

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After baiting and sending that bandit flying into the others, Marc watched how the bandit leader ordered the rest of his minions to attack while he just stayed behind.

"Well, I never succeeded in hitting any squirrels or birds with this, but with big targets like those I don't have to aim anymore," Marc thought before using *Pressure Shots*, sending multiple small air shots in a form of paws at the charging bandits. He thrust his paw into the air repeatedly repelling the air.

(A/N: I changed Kuma's technique *Tsuppari Pad Ho* to *Pressure Shots*)

The bandits got bombarded with small paw prints, some got hit, while others stumbled because they lost footing. Those that got hit on the body fainted, while those that got hit on limbs, nearly lost consciousness because of the pain they felt.

Dust flew around when Marc got unlucky and hit the ground instead of a bandit.

As the dust settled down one bandit managed to come close, and Marc on instinct used a martial art he learned in his previous life.

The bandit charged with a sword intending to impale Marc through the stomach. Marc leaned sideways dodging the sword before he jumped and spin kicked the bandit right on the chin, knocking him out cold.

"Ups, sorry I didn't do that on purpose dude. Rest In Peace..." Marc prayed with his hands together as if the guy died.

"Are you done checking me out? But I'm sorry dude, I'm not gay, so you will have to find another target" Marc moved his attention to the watching bandit leader, trying to bait him too, or at least make him angry.

It's absolutely not because Marc enjoys teasing others...Okay, that's a lie.

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(A/N: I will make an Auxiliary chapter with all Marc's different techniques after this, so remember to check it out if you get confused.)

(A/N: I forgot to mention Marc's height in the previous chapter, so I added it to this one. He's 156 cm, only a few centimeters higher than Meliodas from *Seven Deadly Sins*)

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