119 Chapter 119

" Hey Rogan, you really like this tournament, right? " asked Aaron as they made their way towards towards the registration centre for the tournament.

" Of course. Who doesn't? This is the biggest event in the world of mages. You would be borderlining blasphemy if you didn't. " Said Rogan with a grin.

" I take it you have participated in this tournament before? " Aaron asked.

" Yes. I have. Two times. I was in the top 100 once. " he answered. His chest seemed to swell with pride with that.

" The recognization I have in the city, is partly because of that. "

" How far did you go in the tournament after that? " Aaron continued asking.

" I lost in the first round at the main event. " Replied Rogan in a small voice.

Aaron could feel the cheer leaving his voice. He gave a smile to that.

" You still made the big stage. It must have been a big moment. " He tried to console Rogan a bit.

" Yes. It was. I couldn't tell you how it felt standing on that stage in front of so many people. It was almost a different kind of magic. " He seemed to remember that time all those years ago.

They soon reached the registration desk.

"Name?"

"Aaron Rosil. "

"Age?"

"19. Soon to be 20."

" Place your hand on that plate. It will determine whether or not your age is as you say. "

Aaron was surprised to hear about such an artifact. He had indeed wondered how do they ensure older people aren't participating in the Junior bracket? This things were common even on earth with all the checks.

He soon finished with the age check which determined his age was as he said.

" Pay 20 mage stones please. "

Aaron handed over the magestones.

"Alright. Here is your registration token. The dates for your fixtures will be published here in a month. You will have to check it out yourself. Next."

The clerk who was busy registering spoke nonchalantly. Perhaps he was too bored seeing mages lined up in front of him all day long.

Once Aaron recieved his token, he asked Rogan the question which bothered him throughout the process.

" He didnt even ask for my level and class?" he was really confused about that. Wasn't this is where they should have made fun of him for being a space mage? Saying he shouldn't be playing a battle mage and stick to his work. And he would make a bold statement and awe everyone? None of it happened.

"They don't bother with all that. If you are weak, you will sorted out in the first round. "

" Same with the class. It doesn't really matter what kind of a mage you are, all you need to do is beat your opponent whoever they might be. "

" And they charged you 20 magestones didn't they? If you are pathetically weak just looking to spend some money, they wouldn't mind it. For low leveled mages, 20 magestones isn't exactly cheap. "

Aaron understood. Now he just needed to wait for a month.

" Could you tell me some of the rules for the tournament?"

" Sure. Come along. "

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" I told you I know nothing. Just stop it already. " Said the man for a millionth time. His voice hoarse now from all the screaming he had been doing.

His wife screamed in front of him and the person in front of him kept on making small cuts on her skin all over. He didn't cut deep. He just cut enough to draw a little blood.

He didnt use a mundane blade. He just dragged his finger gently on her skin to make the cut.

The man had only once asked what he knew of the anti mage association. He never repeated the question, nor did he ask anything else.

The used some magic which made him unable to breath and passed out. When he regained conciousness, he was tied to a chair and his wife tied to a table.

The man began making those cuts on her without saying anything. He shouted all kinds of obscenities at the man. The man just smiled and kept doing what he did.

He changed from abusing to begging. He said he didn't know anything. He than made up information. He tried everything he could. But the man didnt stop.

Strangely, for all his shouting, none of his neighbors came to help. He didn't know why, but he knew none of sounds he made left his house.

If he would have been in his right mind, he would have noticed the lack of sound from the outside as well.

The man continued to do what he did.

His wife kept screaming, begging the man to stop.

The man cut apart the clothes his wife was wearing. But his perversion laid else where. Sometimes it felt as if he was drawing or writting something.

His wife bled to death, slowly in front of his eyes. Covered in blood all over the body. She probably died of the trauma as much as the blood loss. There is only so much pain a body could bear.

McCain had throughly enjoyed himself after a long time. The screams and the begging were as sweet as ever.

The smooth skin under his hand felt alive as he cut upon it. A steel blade would never be the same. He had invented a small spell by himself. Unlike the savage wind blades people use, he had created a tiny wind blade attached to his fingers. All he needed to do was touch something to cut it. A steel blade was nearly not enough for his need.

He hadn't touched the man. A person could perhaps withstand torture upon themselves. But do the same upon their loved ones in front of them and they break easily. Love, what a useless emotion.

Or maybe not. For sure he loved what he did.

He could keep it doing for days. But he had a mission. Completing a mission gave a different kind of satisfaction to him.

He finally washed his hands clean of the blood and turned to the man.

" I will ask once again. Tell me what you know of the anti mage association. Or do you want me to continue with your children next?"