Chapter 13

(Finn pov)

'Was he? Was he not told why he was being arrested? Or is he just acting ignorant on purpose? Better yet, why can't I tell?' the fact that I CAN'T get a read on him is already making me more worried, and by the looks of it, it's also making the others just as worry-

"Hey hey, don't you know it's rude to ignore people?"

My body snaps behind me as fast as my level 6 physique allows, my spear shooting forwards as my honed adventurer instincts take over. Only for my eyes to lock with the face of the same cat that had been standing before me mere moments before, and I belatedly realized I had literally watched him walk past me, and somehow never noticed, as if I just subconsciously ignored his existence, and I feel my dread returning, especially as the man wraps his hand around my spear just behind the blade, stopping it mere centimeters from his face, his expression completely undisturbed. Although a barely perceptible hint of annoyance seemed to enter his voice, as if angered his prey would dare fight back.

"Oh wow, attacking people you just met. Is that some kind of greeting here? Well as they say, when in Rome, do as the Romans do!"

What exactly that phrase meant, I had no clue, but from the context and wording, It was hard not to guess, and as my instincts suddenly flared, I barely managed to bring my free hand up above my chest, as a hand I hadn't even noticed moving suddenly collided with my waiting arm, the barely prepared stance struggling to disperse the impact, as the sound of shattering bone filled the room, my chest simply denting in under his attack, like soft rubber rather than flesh, as my grip on my spear held me in place, as I coughed, a wheezing, hacking, guttural noise, as I fell to the floor clutching my chest.

"Oh shut up drama queen, its just some broken ribs, seriously, shut the fuck up, its so annoying." 

Suddenly Im pulled up by my hair, staring face to face with my attacker, his eyes closed and curled as one would when they smiled, although from his tone, I highly doubt that to be the case, as his other hand suddenly appears next to my chest, that I once again, somehow failed to notice. A strange tool in his grip, a thin black tube of metal, seemingly phasing directly through my skin as if it wasn't there, and I braced myself for the pain of being stabbed, although it never came, as my pain disappeared as soon as fast as it had came, the tool no longer in the man's hands, as he dropped me back to the floor. My hand running over my chest finding it still very much dented, yet I felt no pain, although all tactile sensation remained unlike most anesthetics and painkillers, allowing me to feel the disturbing sensation of ruptured organs nit together, and bone fragments pull themselves out of my muscles and organs, although not actually fixing the break. a slow, but steady process. 'A high rank healing potion?'

"Now then! Why don't we try this again? My name is Kyōki Neko, Kyōki or Neko, call me whichever you prefer, and. Who are you?"

(Mc pov)

Shit wow, I only really wanted to scare them, I had even expected them to attack me for surprising them like that, so why did I attack him? It was like some, instinctual reaction, like the disdain you feel towards the tiny dog trying to intimidate you, when It has no chance in hell of even threatening you, and the need to put them in their place. It was, strange to say the least, but I honestly couldn't bring myself to care as I watched the 'person' oh wow I don't even see them as worthy of being considered people in my eyes, damn I must have developed some extreme narcissism over the years, and just never noticed since every interaction I've had up until this point has either been cordial, or simply a straight up fight, I guess that also explains why I got so mad when those guards tried to arrest me, huh, funn-

Ok can this guy shut up please? Like seriously, it's only a few broken bones and ruptured organs, you don't have to be such a bitch about it, unless… Can he not heal from that? Oh wow these guys are even more pathetic than I thought, I mean I admit their strong, there was a ton of force behind his spear, and even with my reinforced body, my bones threatened to break under the attack, in fact a few of the smaller bones in my hand did, and some of the links between my larger bones got a bit damaged as well, although it was nothing that couldn't heal in a matter of moments, but I guess he must be a glass cannon or something.

Ok fuck can this guy just be quite? Its so fucking annoying, ok know what, I GUESS killing someone who seems at least slightly important here would be a bad introduction, and I GUESS its a bad Idea to make them hostile when there must at least be quite a few people his strength or stronger around if they can be spared for a mere prisoner questioning, so I GUESS I should heal him, im such a saint arent I, they should all be thankful, no its not because his bitching and moaning is getting on my nerves, im just that nice.

So I grab him by his hair, roughly yanking him up from the floor, as I reach into my jacket, grabbing one of my nanite stims, and stabbing it into his chest, before dropping him back to the floor, although this time he manages to at least sit up, and stare at his chest in confusion.

Sure the stim won't actually heal him all that much, but it will at the very least stabilize him so he won't die, fixing any major organs that got damaged, although the bones will remain very much broken and muscles very much destroyed, but if they CAN'T heal that, then they don't deserve my pity.

Now then, time to deal with the rest of this 'Childs' posse, yes I know he is not technically a child, but I have lived at least a few millenia at this point, so he might as well be a newborn.

"Now then! Why don't we try this again? My name is Kyōki Neko, Kyōki or Neko, call me whichever you prefer, and. Who are you?"

(an: sorry for being gone for so long, I don't really have an excuse since I recovered from my sickness like a week ago, I was just lazy, so sorry about that, hope you enjoyed.)