Chapter 3 Best Friend Part 2

The library didn't seem like an appropriate place for a duel, but the outskirts of the library building behind it had a rather large field. What a great opportunity for a duel.

Lucas was still not satisfied with teaching the Big Pig a lesson, his hands were very itchy, he wanted to beat the Big Pig. Despite his size, Lucas is tall but a little skinny and he challenges the Big Pig.

Lucas flexed his joints and turned his head. He didn't hear Peter whining, trying to stop the fight. But it wasn't working. Lucas itched to punch the pig in the face.

"You're very brave to want to fight me. Just so you know, I am a wizard and you are just a non-wizard. Besides, you are just like a small cat. This time I will win," Baul said, puffing out his chest. But all that was visible was a stomach that looked like a big balloon.

"That's okay too. Overconfidence." Lucas tilted his head, a mocking smile on his face.

He took a stance, his hands clenched tightly, channeling mana into his fists. Lucas relied only on the books he had read, studying magic techniques that were the essence of magic power and martial arts. No one knew that Lucas could use some magic techniques. Even though he is not a wizard and his parents are not wizards.

On the other hand, Baul had short arms and legs, his movements were too slow. It is very easy to read the enemy's movements. Lucas had very fast movements, his fist hit Baul's face. Baul's huge body was like a big ball rolling around the field. His punch caused snow to fall.

"Where is your confidence? Did it just disappear, Big Pig?"

His words were like oil poured into the flames, making the fire even bigger.

"DON'T CALL ME BIG PIG!!"

Oh, it looks like Big Pig got emotional.

Very good.

Baul is a wizard and can use magic techniques, his skill is fire magic techniques. But weak and completely useless. Lucas got bored and just avoided him. Except for channeling mana into the blow. A big fishing rod made the big pig angry.

Another little trick that Lucas could do, just by covering his eyes with his hands, from behind his hands, Lucas could see the Big Pig confused.

"What is this? A very cunning trick. You want to trap me? But I brought my friends, you won't be able to laugh anymore," Baul shouted. His head turned this way and that, but he saw nothing.

Lucas is like an invisible figure, but he enjoys playing tricks on the Big Pig.

Baul used his men to watch the surroundings and be alert. Lucas kept his eyes closed, but from the small gap he took a leisurely stroll.

One, two, three of Baul's men lay on the ground. Lucas really enjoyed it. Baul couldn't move, his face was blue and red, even swollen.

He looked scared and whimpered like a ten year old child.

"Just be careful. I'll complain to father and you won't live in peace." Baul and his friends ran like a pack of pigs.

Of course the Big Pig is going to complain.

Go ahead, if the Big Pig wants to complain, of course Lucas isn't afraid at all. His parents also have a lot of influence in this country. This usually happens. Lucas gave a thumbs up and showed a row of clean, white teeth. But that didn't reassure Peter.

"You don't have to come to this," Peter said. His head was down, revealing his light blond hair.

Peter looks skinny, so he is easily bullied by people who are taller. Lucas himself, even though he is twelve years old, is taller than Peter, who is thin and small. However, Lucas' strength is very strong, capable of overthrowing the Big Pig.

The weather this month is very hot. Lucas and Peter spend time in the city park. The way to cool the body is to have cold drinks.

There are vending machines all over the park. Lucas puts three bronze coins and two silver coins in the slot and chooses a type of cold drink that is in fashion. Strawberry lemonade.

There was nothing more fun than the satisfaction of beating up the Big Pig for the umpteenth time and feasting on strawberry soda.

"This is for you." Lucas handed Peter a cold drink.

"Thank you."

Just those two words, and Peter's face still looked somber, as if there was a great weight on his head. Lucas leaned on the edge of the crate and finished his drink, but his eyes didn't leave him. His blue eyes were looking at Peter.

He clearly remembered Peter's earlier words. Peter seemed to object when Lucas hit Baul.

There is someone who is being bullied and treated harshly. Lucas doesn't like bullying, even though his life is very comfortable and peaceful, sometimes he has feelings of wanting to protect other people.

Peter was no longer someone else, but his best friend, his childhood friend.

"If you come home bruised, what will you say when your grandmother asks again?" Lucas asked.

"I don't know." The soda can in his grip tightened, but because his hands were small, he didn't have the strength to crush the soda can.

The best way to give encouragement is to pretend it's not that bad. Peter didn't even protest when Lucas took Peter's hand and led his friend to a happier place.

A basketball court. It was quiet at the moment, but more than enough for him to have fun. Lucas has had a hobby since he was a child. There's nothing wrong with his body growing fast. Lucas loves swimming and playing basketball. This game is still popular in modern times like today, with advanced technology.

Peter just stood on the sidelines and watched him play basketball and make baskets from a distance. His shot was on target and the ball went into the basket.

It must have been more than an hour, even the sun was over his head. Lucas didn't need to use any mana, he just used the energy in his body, which pushed him to be able to throw the ball from a distance of five meters.

This was the fifth throw of the ball, Lucas easily put the ball into the basket.

But his mind was split between basketball and Peter. Very annoying. It felt like Lucas was a clown playing alone while Peter was the audience.

"Peter, catch it." Lucas throws the basketball to Peter, but Peter has trouble catching it, and it falls onto the court. "Take my place. I want to rest a while."

No questions, no conversation. Lucas lay on the sidelines, looking up at the bright blue sky and occasionally glancing at Peter, who looked thoughtful with the ball in his hand.

Lucas wasn't good at putting words together to cheer Peter up, but he knew better how to cheer up the always gloomy Peter.

He closed his eyes for a moment in the hot afternoon. But Lucas wasn't really sleeping, his eyes were closed, his ears kept hearing someone throwing a ball.

The sound of stomping feet, the trampling of the ball, and the bounce between the ball and the basket. Peter seemed to be trying to get the ball into the basket.

Occasionally Lucas would peek out. Fifteen minutes had passed, but Peter couldn't get the ball into the basket. Sometimes the ball didn't reach the basket and bounced the other way.

Peter's body was too thin and he seemed to have difficulty expending the energy just to throw the ball into the basket. The energy and mana in the body are completely out of balance, causing chaos. Besides, the distance Peter chose was not very profitable. The ball will never make it into the basket.

"You have to use as much energy as mana, and the distance is too far. Pay attention to the areas where you are lacking and make the most of your abilities." Lucas stood next to Peter. However, his suggestion didn't get through to Peter and he tilted his head. "Geez. I'm really not good at talking. That's ridiculous."

"I understand."

What do you understand?

Lucas didn't understand at all. This time it was Lucas's turn not to understand when he saw Peter take some distance from the basketball hoop. Those brown eyes looked bright and determined. In one shot, the ball flew through the air, circled the rim of the basket, and went in.