I don't know how long it's been. As usual, time in this place feels distorted. During my break, I sat alone at the same Lucky Oister. I just ordered some troll blood to ease myself. And when that didn't work I mixed in some wine to go along with it. It somewhat worked I guess. It didn't shake the feeling that it should have been me that got hit. I should have been the one.
As I sat there, I was expecting Viking to show up, but at the same time, I expected him not to show. I was sure he was dealing with his own problems over the loss of his brother.
With his absence, I began to feel even worse. It was just an average day. I remembered when Hornet was late. Just an average day. And the events that happened after broke my view of this world. I still believed in the Queen. She was still righteous, but there was something gnawing at me. I just didn't know what. Was it guilt? Maybe. I was just sure that it wasn't anything that could lead me to become like Cutter. I couldn't imagine myself a traitor. Yet, I couldn't have imagined he was one, too.
As Viking still didn't show up, I continued to get flashbacks to what happened to Cutter and Hornet, and how quick it was. Living in one moment. Dead the next. Their lifeless eyes. Their viscous blood. Her blood on me. So much. It didn't comfort me, but at least Doc's death had purpose. He went out in a blaze of glory. He died fighting for what he believed in. I suppose even Cutter did so, as well. But there was no purpose in Hornet's death. Nothing at all. It was just like Brother's death so long ago. A useless death that can be avoided by just walking two steps to the side.
And when I think back, I didn't care whether they died for what they believed in. I'd rather have them here with me. Before all of this. Before coming to this dark land. It felt like a golden age. It was so lonely now without them. I felt even more disconnected from the rest of my brothers and sisters. I knew that those three could never be replaced.
That's when I thought that Viking and I had to stick together no matter what. It was just the two of us, now. I already couldn't forgive myself for losing Doc, Cutter, and Hornet. I didn't know how I would cope if he was gone, too. I didn't even tell him what really happened to his brother, but I wasn't sure that this was a good time to talk about it.
Nonetheless I drank the rest of my troll blood in one big gulp.
"Thanks, barkeep. I'm going to head out," I said as I walked out.
I decided to go to the mines where he was stationed. Even if he decided to forgo his break, I'd like to stay by his side. And if he didn't want me there with him, I'd understand and give him some space. I just wanted to see if he was alright.
When I got there, I asked one of my brothers to point me towards Viking's location. However, he was a little startled and was reluctant in giving me his location. I pressed him, and he gave in. He guided me to an old, abandoned house. As I was about to enter, he gave me just one little warning.
"Just be careful. He's a little... different than who you remember. More dangerous," he said.
I nodded my head and waved him away. I didn't really take his warning to heart. I was sure that Viking was mourning over the loss of his brother. When Cutter was missing, he searched for weeks before he accepted it - or so I thought. I don't think he ever got over his brother. I didn't know how he felt when he finally found his brother. I didn't know what was worse. Whether knowing that he was dead or not knowing at all. At least, I thought that he could get some closure now.
When I enterred into the premises, I gave a greeting.
"Hello. Viking, it's me. It's Roach."
It was dark. Some candles and light fixtures around the walls dimly lit up the place. As I adjusted my eyes, I began to see Viking. His enormous body facing away from me. His body had some scars and shock burns. I didn't see his face, however. But who else could it have been?
I put up a smile and was about to say hello again. But my smile immediately turned to horror.
Viking was atop a dark elf woman. I didn't recognize her, but she was one of the slaves. She had that magical collar around her neck. She was motionless and empty, but not dead. Her body was badly beaten. Her face had been pummeled in. Viking struck her in the face one more time.
"Tell me where Cutter is! Tell me!" Viking yelled to the silent slave before punching her again.
I took a step back and as soon as I did, Viking quickly turned his head. His face looked like the face of a demon. He was in a state far different than what I was used to - even when he went into the fight. Then, it immediately turned back into the face I recognized. He smiled to me as if nothing was wrong. There was a brief silence before Viking spoke.
"Oh. Hey, Roach. How is everything? I'm sorry I'm late to our usual meetup," he said as I was still frozen in fear, "Anyways, have you seen where Cutter is. I haven't been able to find him. I could have sworn that he was by my side as I guarded the mines. The next moment he was gone."
And in a second, his face twisted into a torrent of anger. He began to ramble to himself. He kept twitching, and his eyes moved side to side without any sense of direction. He made some growls and noises.
"It's those damn dark elves. They took him. They must know where he is. They took him. Hah."
He punched the dark elf girl a couple more times. He didn't hold back as I heard some crackling noises and the sound of shattering bones. She was bleeding heavily both from the inside and out. So many bruises around her body. Her face looked like a mosaic.
"No. Not yet. Can't kill, yet. Got to get answers. Need to find Cutter. Need to find my brother. Maybe, you'll talk more if I take this collar off."
He ripped off the collar with his bare hands. As soon as he did, the girl began to ache and writhe in pain. She immedietely could react to the pain. She tried gasping for air, but as she did, Viking hit her in the face once more.
"Yes. Please resist. Makes it more fun. Disgusting dark elves. Yet, so beautiful, too. Such nice dark complexion. Soft and smooth skin. Beautiful. Treacherous, but beautiful. "
As he rambled, he began to rip off the woman's clothing and feel her body.
Then, he looked in my direction still stunned. He paused for a few moments occasionally growling and making guttural noises.
"Wh-wh-what are you doing, Viking?" I asked in concern. 
"My apologies, Roach. I forgot you were here. Would you like to help? I've been having trouble finding my brother, you see. He was tired so I carried him around. Next thing I knew, he was gone. Would you like to hel-"
The woman instantly tried to bite Viking's fingers.
"Ow!" he reacted and struck the woman once more in the face rendering her unconscious. "Disgusting dark elf."
As he continued to ramble and play around with the woman's body, I backed away slowly. There was nothing I could do. My fear eventually turned to sadness. He really wasn't the same brother that came with me into the sewers. However, I didn't hate him for what he was doing. If it was somebody else, I would have done something to stop him. But it wasn't. He was Viking. He wasn't the same. Whatever I said would have fell on deaf ears. But he was Viking nonetheless. And I didn't want to lose him, too.
I closed the door and left him alone with the girl. I walked away depressed, guilty, and alone with nothing but my blade and electric crossbow by my side.
I visited Hornet's grave. It was just a small patch of land. No signs to indicate where she was, but I knew. I never really mourned for any of my other brothers and sisters. It just felt so strange. And depressing. As I looked at the grave, there was something peculiar about it. It looked as though it had been recently dug up. The patch of dirt seemed more hollow than it was the day I buried her. But as I was about to get closer to inspect it, my eyes began to get blurry. It was a bizarre sensation. There was some water flowing out of my eyes. They streamed down my cheeks and blurred my vision. I dont' think I ever experienced this until this moment.
"What is this?" I asked myself as I wiped the fluid away. I learned later that they were called tears. And the tears just kept flowing. I had no control over it. I fell down to my knees trying to wipe them away, but it would just keep coming. The whole grave underneath me was drowing in my tears. And there was nothing I could do to stop it. So, I just continued to cry there alone. I didn't care how many patrols I missed. I just kept crying and crying until there was nothing left but an empty shell.

A mere soldier. A roach in the army of the Queen. Sent out on the front lines of every battle for the Queen's glory and power.

In the middle of the sea, Anders who was enjoying the beautiful view that was on the outskirts of the ship felt a small hand that pulls him for clothes.
 
"Mr. Anders, the women say that the food is already prepared and that you need to enter, otherwise it would take time for the other crew members to eat."
 
Anders looked at the little brat and ruffled his brown hair. "Rusell, sometimes you just have to enjoy the moment and not worry about what's going on around you.
 
Also, the food can wait but I want you to observe this great sea although I really detest people who are engaged in piracy because it is unworthy and does not tan in battle, it does not change the fact that the sea is quite beautiful.
 
But since we are talking about food, tell me that it will not be fermented fish again, it is not that I bothered eating strange food, but it has just been three days with fermented fish.
 
Even I have a limit. "
 
Russell shook his head. "They said the fish had just gone bad so the food could no longer be served, so they planned to use some dried meat and fermented wheat grains to make some cakes."
 
Anders took a deep breath and stroked his nose "Well fermented wheat shouldn't taste as bad as fermented fish does, that thing is almost inedible ..."
 
At that moment the words of walking were interrupted because he could see in the distance two large masts that were approaching the ship, it did not take long to realize that they were two Viking ships.
 
With a smile on his face from ear to ear, Anders put his hand on little Russell's shoulder. "Today you will stop being a child and you will become a man. Go and let the women know that we have uninvited coming from the sea and what is possible that they will be with us in a short time.
 
When you finish ask one of the women for two tomahawks, tell them that as a passenger I will help them eliminate those dirty Vikings.
 
Also today you are lucky because I will show you how a berserker fights, learn well boy because one day you will fight like that too, you must learn well if you want to avenge your mother. "
 
Russell who had mixed feelings nodded and started running towards the women to inform them and look for Anders' weapons.
 
Nelda the captain of the ship and leader of the group of women was in the kitchen eating one of the wheat cakes they had prepared when suddenly she could hear little legs running towards where she was, so she assumed it was the child she had brought that Noble.
 
When the blind boy in front of her did not begin to tell what Anders had told him, Nelda's gaze became completely serious, and without wasting time she gave the order that everyone prepare their weapons.
 
'Damn Vikings and they want to achieve what they cost me so much to win they will have to do it on my cold corpse, my father told me well when he inherited his place as the head of this mercantile company that I would find many problems for being a woman.
 
But even more, if I traveled by sea, I think he was right in everything he said. But that doesn't matter since the danger is here, I can only face it head-on. '
 
It is the deck of the ship Anders who was watching the Viking ships approach heard how to get behind Rusell who was dragging two axes, with a smile on his face Anders took the two axes from little Russell and with one of them pointed to Viking ships.
 
"Prepare yourself with a small knife because in a few more moments the battle will begin. Remember that with the same courage in which you got the coins, you must have it to kill each of the enemies that you see to get on the ship.
 
It does not matter if they are women, men, children, or the elderly, your enemies will not have mercy when they try to kill you, therefore you do not have it either.
 
Due to your small size, you will have to target the eggs of the enemies in case they are men. That would be unthinkable if you were in a battle between men.
 
But you are not a man yet, you are a boy so use your head instead of your muscles, do you understand, boy? "
 
Little Russell nodded and took from his chest a small kitchen knife that was somewhat rusty but had enough sharpness to cut someone.
 
Anders Albert the little knife just shook his head as a smile formed on his face "You don't need to care what the weapon looks like as long as it works and you are comfortable with it, you are free to use it and child no one tells you otherwise."
 
After saying those words, Anders took from his chest a leather strap that had a small leather bag, a kind of herb biscuit, which he placed in his mouth, and after taking a few bites he swallowed the contents.
 
Closing his eyes completely ignoring everything that surrounded him Anders for the first time in a few weeks would feel his berserker state again, although it did not bother him at times he was afraid to go into a trance because at that moment who could see all the people for a few seconds what had taken a life.
 
For him, it was a completely horrible feeling because not only did he have to see each of the faces but they all simply looked at him without saying a word, and although it only lasted a few seconds.
 
It was enough to make him wonder about the existence of Valhalla since most of the people he had killed had said that they were going to go to Valhalla once they died, but during those seconds he was sure that perhaps there was nothing else after the death.
 
That made Anders quite uncomfortable, who all his life had fought for a position in that mythical and fabulous resting place after death.
 
After some time, he could feel how his blood flow began to increase and his heartbeat became stronger and stronger. So when he opened his eyes that were completely red, he can see the faces of all the people he had murdered.
 
All of them were as is after death including the gentleman who had stolen the coins and clothes, but just like always none of them said a single word to him they just stood there staring at him and Anders also stared at them.
 
But unlike them, he was looking through their ghostly bodies because he realized that the two Viking ships were about to collide the ship, so he took a deep breath, Jesus, having his two axes, prepared for the festival of blood that he was going to do.
 
When the two Viking ships crashed into the side of the ship, this trembled, and fortunately due to the wood with which it was built it managed to resist the strong blow.
 
But that does not mean that the women who are prepared for battle have not lost their balance, which was immediately taken advantage of by the Vikings who when they got on they started a battle to the death with all of them.
 
The Viking leader who was already prepared to enjoy the corpses of those women and the boots they might have was surprised when he heard a scream in the distance and turning his head he could see something there that gave him quite a bit of terror.
 
A man dressed as a Christian nobleman was using two axes to annihilate his best warriors without even caring about the injuries they were inflicting on him.
 
The Viking leader then realized that that man, although he seemed Christian, was not. It must be something else, something that gave him deep fear.
 
After seeing that man for a moment he was sure of him as a berserker so what was supposed to be an easy robbery would end up being a life and death battle.
 
"Quick someone draws two bows and shoot that damn warrior who is killing us with his two axes, if he is allowed to continue attacking, he will kill us all and we will not even be able to defend ourselves!"
 
Two of the Vikings who were close to their leader quickly prepared to take their bows and attack, but it was then that one of them simply fell into the sea completely dead as Anders had thrown an ax at him.
 
When the Viking saw how he fell dead, his companion took the bow and prepared to shoot.
 
But at that moment he felt a strong pain in his chest and when he lowered his head, he could see a buried ax so he took two steps back and felt like all the force of his life escaped, therefore, he fell to his knees and ended up dead in that position.
 
Anders who was smiling began to laugh and taking one of the weapons of some Viking that he had killed continued with his true massacre in that place. Soon after and with the help of the women, the situation began to tilt towards them.
 
Therefore, after a prolonged confrontation and after suffering several injuries, Anders beheaded the Viking leader, who tried to confront him but in vain because cutting off both of his hands was easy prey for the berserker.
 
Having ended the fight in that way, Anders took the head of the Viking leader and raised it above his head while shouting with pride because the confrontation was over.
 
All the women felt cold on their backs because they never thought that they had been with a truly mad person from the battle, perhaps the only person who was not afraid was Russell.
 
He looked at Anders as a true hero and promised himself that he too needed to take the head of those who murdered and raped his mother under the pretext of trying to get the silver coin that he had.


Max, a Mexican military man, loses everything in a mission that goes wrong so he ends up reviving in the year 830 at the beginning of the Viking Age, as the son of a Jarl in exile named Einar.

Einar can overcome the challenge of surviving a hostile world where only the strongest can live. It is up to you to find out.

Team one is walking in the desert. 

Ray: Are we there yet?!

Kichi: The stone village isn't small. When we're close you'll know. 

The Hidden Stone comes into sight. They walk through the gates, and see the town looking like a poor country. 

Ray: This place looks like a dump!

Nanami elbows Ray, and Ray drops to the ground. 

Ray: You know, you're super strong!
 
A guard walks up to them. 

Guard: Kenzo, nice to see you again.

Kenzo: Yeah… 

Guard: Follow me. 

They all walk with the guard. They are led to a colosseum. 

Kichi: What are we doing here?

Guard: Did the Tenth Hokage not tell you that you would have to fight a great foe?

Kichi: She did, I just expected it to be a foe that was outside the Hidden Stone. 

Kenzo is lead in first. 

Guard: I'll get the rest of your seats to see the show. 

Ray: I want to fight!

Guard: Only Kenzo. You'll get seats. 

A few minutes later Ray, Kichi, and Nanami are all led to the seating area. They take a seat and watch the battleground. Soon a man with a shield and a morning star walks out. He has armor resembling a Viking on. Everyone in the crowd cheers. Kenzo walks out of the other side of the colosseum. Everyone cheers even louder for Kenzo. 

Announcer: Let's get ready to rumble!

The crowd cheers. 

Announcer: The Viking versus our champion The Four Tails! Who will win?!

Kenzo and the Viking run at each other. The Viking swings his ball and chain. Kenzo dodges to the side. Then 

Kenzo: Lightning Style: Kosen!
 
A beam of light hits the viking and he's pushed back. The beam hit the vikings shield and gave the shield a black tint. The viking runs at Kenzo holding his shield up to his face. Kenzo makes a chidori and charges at the viking. Kenzo tries to go around the viking, but the chidori hits the vikings shield. Then Kenzo gets hit with the spiked ball to the head. Kenzo drops to the ground. The crowd gasps and the viking holds up his arms in victory before walking over to Kenzo. Then Kenzo jumps off the ground uppercutting the viking. The viking hit the ground hard. Kenzo lifts his arms up and the crowd cheers. The viking gets up again and throws away his weapons. 

Viking: If you're using jutsu, so will I.

The viking charges Kenzo then goes underground. Kenzo stops in his tracks. Then the viking comes up from the ground right in front of Kenzo. The viking hits him with a left hook and then a right. Then pushes Kenzo back and starts doing hand symbols. 

Viking: Earth Style: Moving Mud Wall!

A wall made of earth appears in front of the viking. Then it moves forwards at a fast pace before slamming into Kenzo pushing Kenzo into the colosseum wall. The earth wall broke as it pushed Kenzo up against the colosseum wall. Then Kenzo lands on the ground. The viking made a few hand signs. 

Viking: Earth Style: Bedrock Coffin!
 
Rock comes around Kenzo and starts coming in tighter and tighter. Then Kenzo yells. 

Kenzo: Lightning Style: Electric Shield!
 
Lightning comes around Kenzo breaking all the earth that was about to crush him. 

Viking: Earth Style: Fissure!

A giant earth fish starts destroying the ground in its wake as it travels to Kenzo. Kenzo takes out a kunai. 

Kenzo: Lightning Style: Lightning Kunai!

Kenzo throws the kunai at the fish. The kunai explodes lightning, destroying the fish. Then Kenzo runs past the destroyed terrain. Both fighters on their last bit of chakra. 

Kenzo: Chidori!

Viking: Earth Style: Mud Wall!
 
A wall appears in front of Kenzo. Kenzo's chidori breaks through it, and slams into the Viking. The Viking flies into a wall incapacitated. Kenzo raises his hands. The crowd goes wild with cheering. 

Announcer: That was a heated battle, but with Kenzo's signature chidori he was able to pull through. Kenzo is a champion. 

Team one ends up meeting outside of the colosseum. 

Kichi: That was a good fight Kenzo. You're powerful.

Kenzo: Barely even enough to beat that guy. 

Ray: We all have strengths and weaknesses. Your weaknesses are just greater than most.

Kenzo: I'll take you out!

Ray: You could barely take down a Viking!

Kichi: Shut up! We have to go meet the Tsuchikage. 

Ray: Tsuchikage?

Kichi: The Hokage of the Hidden stone. 

Ray: I knew that!

They all walk to the center of town. They walk up the stairs to the Tsuchikage's office. 

Tsuchikage: That was a great battle Kenzo. Keep it up.

Kenzo: Shut up! Your always telling me to fight in that stupid colleseum! 

Kenzo storms out slamming the door. 

Ray: What a bitch.

Nanami: I'll talk to him. 

Nanami leaves. Kichi passes the letter to the Tsuchikage. The Tsuchikage reads the letter, and then writes a letter. Tsuchikage hands the letter to Kichi. 

Kichi: It's been a pleasure. 

Kichi bows. 

Tsuchikage: Hm.

The Tsuchikage goes back to working on papers. Then Kichi leaves. Nanami meets Kenzo on the roof. 

Nanami: What's going on? You just flew out of the room.

Kenzo: Why do you think we're here?

Nanami: To pass information to show the Tsuchikage that were his allies.

Kenzo: Why do you think I'm here?

Nanami: For the same reason.

Kenzo: No, I'm here so that they can see their champion return. Before I went to Konoha I wasn't a ninja. The only fights I was ever in were the colosseum fights. That's why when Konoha became our allies I was the one to leave. I wanted to be out of here so bad. I hate this place. Everyone treats me like this celebrity.

Nanami: Most people want to be a celebrity. If you just hated this place so much why didn't you leave beforehand?

Kenzo: I had nowhere to go. I didn't even know what I wanted. I still don't.

Nanami: You're not the only one. After Renjiro beat us I started thinking about why I was even a ninja. 

Nanami sits down next to Kenzo. 

Nanami: When I thought about it I couldn't come up with anything. 

Kenzo: We're both trying to find a purpose. 

Nanami: Maybe we can help each other.

Kenzo: Maybe.

Kichi walks through the door to the roof. 

Kichi: No making out. We'll be leaving soon. Go explore if you want. Meet me back at the gate by night. 

They all split up to look around. Ray sees some kids at the training grounds. 

Ray: Hey, you guys look weak!

A man with a cat walking besides him looks at Ray. The man has brown hair and pale skin. He is wearing a sand ninja vest with his blue sleeves coming out of it. He has black pants and shinobi sandals. 

???: You think I'm weak huh?

Ray: Haven't I seen you somewhere before?

???: The names Taku Suna! Do you want to throw down?!

Ray: Hell yeah! I've been training for this!

The cat starts walking up to Ray. 

Ray: That's where I've seen you before! The cat is poisonous!

Taku: No, no, no. This is a different cat. 

Ray looks at the cat.

Taku: Don't look at my cat! Who told you that you were allowed to look at my cat?!

Ray quickly looks away. 

Ray: I was looking at the dirt!

Taku: Sure you were.

Ray tries to look back at the cat.

Taku: Don't look at my cat!
 
The cat scratches Ray with poisonous claws, and Ray drops to the ground. Taku starts laughing. 

Taku: Never fails!
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Nanami walks into a shop. She starts looking at the jewelry and artifacts. She sees a scroll about wood jutsu. 

Nanami: I wonder how much this is.
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While everyone is having fun Kenzo goes home. He walks inside his house to see his mother sitting on the couch reading a book.

Kenzo's Mother: Kenzo?

She puts down her book and walks over to him. 

Kenzo's Mother: You left home without saying a word. 

Kenzo: Because I knew you wouldn't want me to leave. I had to. 

Kenzo's Mother: Why, you could be famous from the colosseum?!

Kenzo: But I was forced to do that. I didn't want the fame! They treated me like some kind of object they could fight for money. 

Kenzo's Mother: Maybe it was better you left without a word then. You didn't have to see my heart break when my child left.

Kenzo: I'm sorry. 

Kenzo's Mother: Your leaving again aren't you?

Kenzo: Yes.

Kenzo's Mother: I hope you have found happiness in your new life. 

Kenzo's mother sits back down on the couch. 

Kenzo: Bye mother. 

Kenzo leaves the house. The sky turns dark and team one meets up at the gate. 

Kichi: Did you all get a feel for the hidden stone village?

Ray: I hate this place.

Nanami: A little bit. 

Kenzo: Lets just go. 

They all start walking off. Kichi shrugs and starts walking.
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Renjiro is flying through the trees. Hanako is back at Orochimaru's base. Renjiro jumps from the trees to the top of Konoha's wall. Renjiro starts running across the rooftops. Then Renjiro jumps through a window. A woman knocks him down to the floor on his back and gets on top of him. Then she pins his arms down. 

Renjiro: You're straddling me now?

Tadako: You killed Etsuo. 

Renjiro: I had to. If I didn't I would have blown my cover. I can't let the man with information just leave. 

Tadako: With all the skills you know the only thing you came up with was kill him!?

Renjiro: Tadako, what do you suppose I do?

Tadako: Put him in a coma?

Renjiro: He would wake up. That is to say that he doesn't die when I hit him too hard.

Tadako gets off of Renjiro angry. 

Renjiro: And I thought we were going to stay like that. 

Tadako goes to punch Renjiro, but he catches her fist. 

Renjiro: You're not mad at me, are you? Your mad because you think it was the wrong plan to allow me to be a spy. Now you think Etsuo's death is your fault. Am I correct?

Tadako: Stop being so smug about it.

Renjiro: Did you kill him? No. I have to live with Etsuo's death. Don't ever try to take what I do wrong and put the blame on yourself. That was my decision, not yours. 

Tadako sits down. 

Tadako: Can't you just leave Orochimaru? 

Renjiro: Why would I leave now, and not once I figure out his whole plan? I need to know what he is doing or all this was for nothing. 

Tadako: I just don't want anyone else to die because of this. 

Renjiro: I'll do everything to try to avoid killing. 

Tadako: Thank you Renjiro. Have you learned anything else recently?

Renjiro: I'm on to something, but I'll wait until I have more information. 

Tadako walks over to the mirror and starts putting her hair in a bun.

Tadako: Do you want to know about anyone. Maybe Ray or Kichi? The new member to team one.

Renjiro: New member to team one?

Tadako finishes her bun and turns to Renjiro.

Tadako: The four tails jinchuriki Kenzo was your replacement.

Renjiro: From the Hidden Stone?

Tadako: They gave us their jinchuuriki when we allied. 

Renjiro: Not very smart of them. 

Renjiro thinks to himself for a second. Tadako sits back down and crosses her legs.

Renjiro: I have a question about you. 

Tadako: What is it?

Renjiro: Do you still have your tough attitude?

Tadako stops making eye contact with Renjiro. 

Tadako: Kichi wants me to drop it too. 

Renjiro: If anyone knows anything about masks it's us. I have to lie to everyone I talk to on a daily basis. The only one I don't lie to is you. Other than that all my friendships are built upon lies. Get rid of your mask, Tadako. 

Tadako: I'll try… 

Renjiro turns to the window.

Renjiro: I think it's time I go.

Tadako: You never want to stay with me.

Renjiro: Not that I don't want to, but it would be a problem if I didn't head back. 

Tadako: Come by soon.

Renjiro disappears into the shadows of the night.

This story takes place after Naruto died at the age of 117. Instead of the world becoming advanced in technology they realized their powers were stronger than that. They regressed after Boruto back into a world similar to naruto, but definitely not the same world. 

Warning - Swearing/Violence

Wilson Ignis was just an ordinary guy, albeit he did have ADHD and Dyslexia. However, he had know idea how his life would change, and how he became a legendary figure in both a mortal and mythological standpoint.

Updates should be depending on my free time. There will be at least one a week to daily chapters.

In the week that had passed since the wars end feasts were held almost every night. The gilded white and gold great hall with its massive windows and high rafters was filled to the brim with members of every rank of the court. Father had announced my engagement later the same night and since then all anyone seemed to talk about was the wedding. Of course it was the reason we were all free, but the thought of it still twisted my gut. 
To get away from it all I found myself hiding away in Astra's room. My baby sister had just turned 16 so she wasn't much of a child anymore, but I couldn't stop thinking of her that way. Astra's room was one of my favorites in the palace. Dark parquet flooring covered by layers of soft rugs and strewn blankets. The huge bed was covered in embroidered throw pillows Astra had made herself, all of them intricate floral designs of yellow roses,pink  lilies or pastel hyacinths. In the corner there was a large bay window and window seat almost the size of a small bed. The window looked out over the whole of Citalia. Anthea's capital city built on a mountainside. We lounged on the window bed for hours counting the cascading sea of homes below and the ever increasing strings of festival lights that lit up the winter nights like the stars above. Beyond it all the great Anthea River sparkled in the sun, winding its way from the Northern Glaciers a thousand miles away, past the city and into Eden Lake, just east of Citalia. That would be the river the Orinth Court would be traveling down in just a weeks time. But I tried not to think of those things.
"Your hair is so soft" Astra murmured behind me. She had taken to braiding my hair every day, adorning it with flowers and ribbons and spraying sweet scents on it from the bottles she kept on her vanity. It was always so beautiful. I loathed to take them out every night.
"All thanks to your loving touch" I joked, I could feel Astra's returning smile without having to turn around to face her.
"You'll hardly need mine when you have someone else's loving touch very soon" she jeered,
"Astra!" I felt my face begin to heat as I whipped around to face her, she giggled.
"Oh come on Eira, lighten up a bit. It was only a joke." she smirked, patting my shoulder to turn back around so she could finish her work. I reluctantly returned to gazing out the window.
"It's a marriage of convenience, you know that" I sighed, "strictly political"
Astra groaned, I could almost hear her roll her eyes, "It doesn't have to be just political" she said.
"Yes" I said through gritted teeth,
"It does"

"But just think about it Eira" she whined,
Astra sprayed my hair with a sweet lavender scent. I leaned back into the pillows and looked up at her, incredulous.
"Have you heard what the say about Orinth men?"
I raised my brows, "What?"
Astra smirked and wriggled her eyebrows. "You've heard the stories. Huge viking warriors, strong as six infantry men. And this prince is the son of their King? That's tall dark and handsome all rolled up into one." I rolled my eyes but couldn't help but crack a smile. Leave it to Astra to try and fill my head with fantasies of beautiful princes.  Astra flopped down next to me wearing her bright smile. I'd always thought Astra was the prettier of the two of us. Her skin was sun kissed and seemed to glow, even in the winter. A spattering of freckles covered her nose and shoulders. Her hair framed her face, curly and carmel brown. She was like a summer day in the midst of a blizzard. Ethereal and warm. She smiled again and her green eyes lit up with golden joy. She had Father's eyes. I'd always been so jealous of them. Yet another signature royal trait I had not inherited.
"What are you staring at?" Astra asked, now it was her turn to be confused,
"You have gunk in your eyes" I lied, turning around to avoid confrontation. Astra laughed and rubbed them furiously. 
"Thanks"
I chuckled, "No problem"
"You think this prince is going to write love poems about you?" Astra asked, I guessed she wasn't giving up the subject.
I snorted, "What are you on about crazy? I just told you it was a political pairing"
"Yeah but I saw the way you blushed, I'm not blind you know" she said, poking me until i relented, writhing away with a laugh.
"Oh! Dearest Lady Eira" Astra cried out in mock adoration, 
" How shall I compare thee to a winter's night?" I laughed rolling over to watch her as she prepared her dramatic monologue.
"Your hair, Dark as a midnight forest and soft as a moonbeams gaze" her voice grew deeper, no doubt imitating, a much bigger man. She held up a strand of my hair and kissed it ceremoniously. I couldn't help but giggle.
"Your laugh," she continued, not breaking character,  
"Like the song of sleigh bells on Winter's Eve, soft and and sweet and filled with season's joy"
"Your skin, like freshly fallen snow, pinked with the blush of an icy wind"
"Ok ok" I laughed, "Enough is enough"
Astra relented, retaking her seat next to me, "Fine fine, but don't forget to appreciate him when he comes. You're not going to meet a beauty like a viking prince every day."
"Sure fine, whatever" I waved my hand at her, like I'd seen Mother do a thousand times at Father when he joked too much.
"In all seriousness though" Astra asked, a little quieter this time, 
"Are you excited?"
I looked back out over the river and lake. Their snowy banks matched the glitter of the water, setting the whole world alight with crystalline light. 
"More so curious than excited" I admitted, I didn't know how I could be excited about marrying a man I'd never met. But I supposed he couldn't be too happy about it either, we were both barely of age, in reality, just two kids getting pushed together by greater forces. I tried to picture meeting him. I'd seen a few pictures of King Runar so I guessed he'd look like a younger version of his father. Tall broad shouldered and black haired, no doubt a sword strapped to his hip, brow furrowed and brooding. I had to admit. He made quite a handsome picture in my mind and I couldn't help but smile a little. For once letting myself forget the whole marriage and focus on the image of the beautiful boy. But of course. It wasn't just the man that I would have to ally myself with. But the whole of the Orinthian Empire. Anthea would no longer be a country in its own right but a kingship under the jurisdiction of Runar. The thought of it made all juvenile daydreams sour in my minds eye. I turned to Astra before she could say anything. 
"You'll be my maid of honor right?" I asked, the answer was obvious, of course she would.
"I'd be honored Your Highness" she smiled, doing a mock curtsey.
"Good, because I'm going to need some help getting a dress made for the engagement ball next week." I replied,
Astra's eyes lit up, I knew she would love this task.
"Then let's get started" she beamed,
"We'll brainstorm while I do your hair" I replied, sitting up. For now I could lose myself in  fabrics and patterns and beautiful things. But for now wasn't forever. Sooner or later I'd have to come to terms with everything. But today wasn't that day.

For as long as Eira could remember her country has been at war. Her home- the tiny kingdom of  Antheia, nestled in the fertile river valley among the great Khione mountains -was always in danger. From the North they faced a constant onslaught from the kingdom of Rhione. The ruthless mountain hardened warriors were feared by all for their merciless killings and brunt power. But, after nearly 50 years of nonstop fighting, a truce is finally agreed upon by Eira's father, the king. 
This should be cause for celebration. Only, for Eira, it is bittersweet. The truce is to be a marriage pact. Between the two young heirs to each of the thrones. Eira of Antheia, and the crown prince of Rhione, Prince Laurent. 
Eira has never even met this man before. Let alone know him enough to spend the rest of her life with him. Could she live the rest of her days in a loveless marriage to a complete stranger?
Whatever Eira prepared herself for when meeting her future life partner at their very own engagement party it wasn't Laurent. Impossibly tall and lanky, with a big nose, curly brown hair and a port wine stain across his face. Nothing like the ruthless viking warriors of the mountain she'd heard about. His guard Markus, on the other hand, tall, hard eyed and handsome. Everything a prince should look like, everything Laurent wasn't. But then why did Laurent's stare make her stomach turn

          *  Third Person's Point of View *




Once upon a time there was a brave little princess whose dream is to travel all the place of Zeraschia to gain more knowledge about the world and because she is the Crown Princess who will soon take the throne of the Eclipse Kingdom.

Naomi Eleanor Moon is an 18 year old girl. She visited the Viking Empire to ask the emperor's permission to tour their country and the emperor granted her request on the condition that she will be accompanied by Sven Lokithore Amaranth, the eldest son of the emperor and Crown Prince of their empire. 

They didn't get along at first because of their contradicting nature. Naomi is a brave, clever princess while Sven is a proud ruthless prince, but surprisingly a miracle happened when they came back from the forest of doom. The two were inseparable, as if they had swear in their blood to be brothers until death, and they fell in love. It was a big mystery prior that time, but Emperor Sven tells the story of her journey into the forest of doom.





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"I can't believe Emperor Edgar had a son like you! You are so selfish, arrogant and a spoiled brat!" Naomi screamed from the bottom of her gut. She has been traveling with Sven in Vikingland for about a month and they have never had a pleasant conversation with each other.

"Excuse me?! I'm Sven—"

"Stop that nonsense. I don't care about your bizarre introduction and your ambition because it won't happen! You won't be as great as Emperor Edgar!" She screamed.

"Huh! How dare you ridicule me?! You are inside our property! So stop opposing my opinion!"

"I'm not sorry, it's just that all of your plans are ineffective! It will only cause us death!"

"Oh yeah? What about you?! We died almost every time we met a monster or a bandit!"

"ALMOST. It's almost! And it would be perfect if you hadn't just interfered! You know what— why don't you just leave because your existence made my adventure a lot more dangerous?"

"Really?!" Sven exclaimed.

"Yes! Really! So go!" Naomi yelled and motioned her hands for him to leave.

"Okay, if that's what you want! But if you died the moment I left you, it would be your fault and not mine!"

"Well thank you! Because I'm the one who's always thought of a way so we can survive!"

"Fine! Let's see!" Then they both take different ways. Naomi head to reach the center of the forest and Sven fled away. 







And that's when Naomi found the Goricatto...






"I can't believe he really left me. His dream is to become a great emperor, but he's like that...?! Nobody will love him if he doesn't change his behavior—" Naomi whispered angrily to herself and was shocked when she heard a loud growl nearby, followed by a thumping sound. 


"Oh no." she commented upon seeing a 16 foot tall Goricatto.

The goricatto then growled again and rushed towards her and to her shock, she began to run. She kept running until she reached the end of the forest. The way was blocked by a gigantic wall. Naomi was about to go left, but the Goricatto appeared and cornered her.

And then she noticed that the aura that the Goricatto exudes is an aura of admiration. The goricatto howled and acted like a dog who wants a pet from its master.

"Uh... so you're not harmful?" She asked and surprisingly the Goricatto nodded. So she started analyzing his data to know how to use him.


After analyzing the data, she began testing it in various ways. Naomi started walking and it followed her. She then smiled at him and it howled. She reaches out her hand to touch him and the goricatto seems a little scared because he is slowly walking back, but she manages to touch his nose and he licked her.


"I will name you, Yvan. From now on you are Yvan, the King of the Doom Forest. Today we will rule this land and rule over a thousand animals." She declared.


They became partners in crime for months, they ruled the forest and made all the animals inside bow to them. And the beasts don't seem to mind, as the Goricatto's massive strength is unmatched with the other beasts in the Forest of Doom. It wasn't until a pack of creatures rebelled because they didn't want anyone to rule them and they are called the Locores. So they started a war, a rebellion.

Naomi and Yvan fought together, but the Legion of Locore is half the population of the beasts in the forest, so they are cornered. Surprisingly, Sven showed up and helped them until Naomi managed to lock the locore in a cave by a portal of dimensions near the crooked river, but unfortunately The Goricatto died.

"Thank you for your service and your loyalty, Yvan." She bowed to him and Sven did the same.

"Don't worry, he's not dead." Sven said.

"I know, he told me about that... he's a beast, but with a heart of gold." She was crying and Sven comforted her.

"I knew that, I never left. I watched to see if the rumors were true that you were a clever princess." He confessed.

"Huh, and speaking of me being smart. I knew you never left. I'm a clairvoyant." She giggled and hit Sven on the stomach with her elbow.

Sven chuckled and patted Naomi's head. "Why don't we continue our tour and I will assure you that this will be one of your great adventures."

"Okay, you should also make sure I change my mind about you. Future Emperor of the Viking Empire."

"Correction— future Great Emperor of the Viking Empire."


And both traveled for another month through the Viking Empire and next comes the whole world of Zeraschia.









                               *     *     * 







"Sven...", Clydelle whispered to herself.

"Yes, Emperor Sven the Heroic. My father." Miss Ramses answered proudly.

"He must have been a great emperor."

"Yes, of course he is. Although he had suffered most of his life from the death of his first love, he still managed to take care of us and the Viking Empire—"

"Hi Guys!" Athena suddenly appeared next to us and sat down next to me. "How is your training?"

"Ahh—"

"And why are you here and not managing your tasks?" Her aunt scolded her.

"It's already my lunch break. An empress has to take a break too." She answered and took a handful of steak from her aunt's plate.

"I understand..."

"So what are you guys discussing earlier?" She asked.

"It's about Emperor Sven."

"Oh! Really?! Oh gawd! I'm a big fan of Popsie Sven!"

"Athena, where are your manners? Don't call him that in public."

"What do you mean? He's my grandpa?"

"Yes, but at least you should call him emperor."

"But Popsie agrees with it, and I'm actually his favorite niece." She gestured her hands near her mouth as if she were whispering.

"Of course you are." Miss Ramses giggled.

"Uh... So— what do you mean his first love? Who was his first love?" I asked.

"It was your grandma." Athena squealed.

"Huh?"

"Yes, she is our father's first wife. The alleged Empress of the Viking Empire and Queen of the Eclipse Kingdom. The conflict in our country should have ended by that time, but after half a decade... the Moon family was wiped out by it Chaos." Miss Ramses confessed.

"But here you are..." Athena smiled at me and patted my head.

"Uhhh... so... we're like... cousins?" I asked in shock.

She giggled and nodded to me. "Yes, we are cousins."

"Ohh." I stared at the food. I'm still processing everything. Little did I know that I couldn't understand this revelation quickly. "These revelations are too much."

"Yeah, and that's why I've never told you guys before. I'm sure Sari's mind will stop working." Athena joked. She is right. Sari will surely go insane if she had been told about it.

"But... when did you find out about it? That we were Naomi's grandchildren?" I asked.

"The day I first met Sari. I told you that I can feel someone's mana / chakra and it's the same as what Popsie exudes. Especially with Tyler, his ability is just like Popsie's."

"Just like Emperor Sven?" 

"Yes, he is a shifter. He can turn to a heavenly spirit and battled Chaos's army when they tried to invade us, but popsie's abilities are limited because his power consumes not only his mana but also his life force." 

"You mean... Emperor Sven died fighting for the Viking empire?"

"Yeah, he died but we're all safe so it's an honor and that earned him his title. Sven the Heroic." Athena smiled proudly.



After we finish our lunch we then head to the grasslands of the Viking Empire to start my training with Miss Ramses and Athena joined us as well.

On our second week, Miss Ramses taught me the basics of evading and attacking. Then we heard a shocking news that Sari went missing just a few hours after she called me.


"That was an unfortunate incident, but we need to begin our training again." Miss Ramses informed me.

"Yeah, I'm sure Sari will show up before the tournament. She'll never miss it." I replied and smiled at her.

After weeks of training, she taught me counterattacks and other moves that could help me win a fight or, if not, outsmart my enemy to flee to safety. It's a good thing though because not all the time we can beat our enemy.








 

[Fanaa (n.) destruction of self, destroyed in love.]

An untold tale of gods with an unfortunate fate.

The forbidden love, friendship, and desire that turns to hatred have been punished by the almighty, giving them a curse that unleashes a lifelong war. 


How did it start? 


But


How could they end it?



Saori Claude Moon, the main protagonist of this story started her adventure by joining the tournament that was commenced in the other world that her late grandmother's last wish. On her quest, she met different people and she wasn't aware that she's a magnet of royalties. But the commoners hate her for trespassing their world and envy her for possessing such great power.


Little did she know that her little adventure became a journey of finding out the truth of her grandma's dying wish.

During the fourth Ranked match of the day, Kai dialed up her independence up to eleven. She blocked out everybody in the room by wearing gigantic headphones and hasn't exchanged a single word with Yuel ever since the match started.

If this were a serious tournament match, Yuel would do everything in his power to fix such a situation. However, this was just a Ranked match and, at this point, he was fed up with Kai's attitude. They won't be playing as a Bot duo in official matches anyway, so there was no reason to bother doing anything special.

Yuel simply played his part as the Support and aided Kai to the best of his ability. He saved her from sticky situations with Aegis and Divine Shield way too often to his taste. Kai wasn't just ignoring Yuel, she also dialed up her aggression. Until now, she was a balanced and calculated player. But, ever since she put these big headphones on, she has been aggressing on her opponents left and right and has been putting herself in danger every time.

Fortunately, most of the time, Kai knew when to retreat. With a little help from Yuel, most of her retreats were successful. However, with such an aggressive playstyle, it was just a matter of time before a disaster strikes...

『An ally has been killed!』

[Here it comes.] Yuel braced for impact. Even though this was a result of Kai's reckless aggression, she'll definitely pin the blame on him. After all, he was the Support. How the hell he didn't perform a miracle to save her, right?

[It's coming. Any moment now.] Yuel kept waiting. And waiting. And waiting. But, Kai didn't even glance at him. She entirely filtered out of his existence.

[So fun.] Yuel rolled his eyes. He couldn't even tell whether being ignored like this felt better than being unjustly blamed for Kai's death. At the very least, not blaming Yuel right away gave Kai some dignity points. But, due to her radio silence, it was unclear what she was really thinking. Maybe she was ranting about Yuel in her head.

Either way, the silence kept Yuel more motivated to keep supporting Kai than insults ever could. So, on top of doing his best to keep Kai alive, Yuel also tried initiating some attacks with Justice Strike but Kai ignored all of them. She turned out to be one heck of a moody brat.

This gave Yuel all the more incentive to not focus too hard on Bot. Instead, he followed the unfolding events in Top. It was more interesting to see how Vincent fared as a Top Laner. Will that clown be able to put on a more impressive performance than Ben? It wasn't a high bar to pass but also not a particularly low one.

Some aspects of Ben's playstyle were great, such as his ability to freeze lanes and his willingness to sacrifice himself for the DPS classes. Did Vincent bring anything to the table that'll surpass that? 

Vincent played Spellblade this game, a class he personally requested. For Ranked, Spellblade's versatility was a good tool so Yuel saw no issues with that pick. It seemed that, unlike Ben's defensive playstyle, Vincent leaned toward a balanced playstyle, similarly to how Gilbert played Mid.

Vincent took full advantage of Spellblade's versatility by switching back and forth between the Spell and Blade stances depending on the situation. He stayed in the backline and fired from afar in Spell stance whenever the Viking showed signs of aggression or when there were signs of an incoming gank. On the other hand, when things were quiet, Vincent didn't hesitate to switch to Blade mode and advance to the frontline. His situational awareness and decision-making were polished.

However, with just this type of adaptation, Vincent couldn't gain any advantage in the lane. He played safer when the opponent aggresses and he played more aggressively when the opponent was neutral or defending. Unfortunately, it didn't seem like Vincent was going to win any substantial lane advantage any time soon.

[Should I say something?] Yuel wondered. There were many things Vincent could try to turn this situation in his favor. But, this was supposed to be a test of Vincent's skill so, for now, it was better to stay quiet and watch how Vincent handled the situation.

An interesting development came up. The enemy Viking booted his ult in the middle of the lane in order to catch Vincent off guard on the frontline. However, Vincent must have sensed the danger ahead of time and that's why he maintained his distance. That put the Viking's ult to waste. At least, in part.

The ult summoned a crew of strong viking warriors who attacked the closest enemies in range. These warriors prioritized attacking players over minions, but Vincent was out of their range, so the warriors opted to fight Vincent's minions instead. These vikings were tougher than the average minion, so they took out Vincent's entire minion wave.

Thanks to that, the Viking seized lane advantage. His attempt on Vincent's life ended in failure, but he still won something from this exchange: his minion wave was healthy while Vincent's wave was gone. So, the Viking decided to ride this momentum and push along with his minions.

This was a great opportunity for Vincent to mount a counterattack. The Viking was overextending and Luke was nearby in the jungle. So, it was possible to kill the Viking with a gank.

"Hey, Vince," Luke called out. "I'mma gank. Let's get that guy."

"It's okay, don't bother," Vincent said. "It might look like he's just overextending but don't be fooled. This player got the Ungankable ability! Not a single gank will catch him off-guard! It's an Anti-World personal skill that overwrites reality every time somebody tries to gank him. It makes every gank fail against him!"

"Wow, sounds like a tough nut to crack," Luke nodded as if Vincent's words made perfect sense.

[Is he really buying this?] Yuel rubbed his eyes to make sure this was real but nothing changed. Darn it, his attempt to "overwrite reality" with his Eye Rubbing personal skill ended in failure.

"Wait," Yuel said. "Are you really giving up the gank because of this?"

"Yeah," Luke answered nonchalantly. "Didn't you hear? That guy is the Ungankable! Ain't nobody gonna gank him to death."

"And you base that off what?"

"On Vince."

"In other words, on a load of nonsense," Yuel narrowed his eyes. That was some impressive blind faith right there. Yuel could only dream about people following some of his less straightforward tactics like that.

"I see how it is," Vincent said. "Chessmaster, you're doubting my capabilities as the Arbiter of Talents, do you not?" 

"There's not a single thing I don't doubt when it comes to you."

"Haha, that's a little mean," Vincent chuckled but then shifted his expression into a dramatic one. "Then, a demonstration is in order. Meme Jedi, I summon thee! Rain your terror upon this land!"

"You want me to gank, after all?" Luke asked.

"Indeed, my friend. Let us partake in futileness so we can prove this opponent's might."

"Alrighty then," Luke advanced toward Top Lane.

The enemy Viking responded right away. He rolled toward his side of the lane and sprinted into the distance. By the time Luke arrived, there was nobody to gank anymore.

"Well, crap," Luke clicked his tongue. "Ain't gonna catch up to that dude from here."

"As I said," Vincent smiled in satisfaction. "He is the Ungankable! Even though it looked like you'll be able to catch him, his Anit-World skill overwrote reality into one in which the gank fails."

"Yeah," Luke nodded. "Sure felt that way."

"So?" Vincent threw a glance at Yuel. "How do you find this demonstration of the Ungankable skill? As I said, this fellow will not lose to half-baked assaults like these. We can't catch him with simple ganks."

"It was really a timely retreat, I'll give him that," Yuel had no choice but to admit. "But, this was just one attempt. So far, I've only seen you fail one other gank before that. Two failed ganks don't say much."

"That's where you're mistaken, Chessmaster," Vincent claimed. "It's not just two ganks that failed. From the moment the game began, the Ungankable created an invisible barrier around the lane that denies all incoming ganks. The two incidents you refer to are merely the ones in which our Meme Jedi committed to a gank."

"A barrier?" Yuel raised an eyebrow. "This makes less and less sense with every passing moment."

"Actually," Luke started. "I kinda see it now."

"Oh, you do? Please explain."

"You've been seeing me hang a lot around Top, right? Well, I've actually been trying to gank, but it always felt like I won't get that Viking. As soon as I started getting closer to the lane, he started retreating as if he saw me coming from a mile away. It's as if dude got a camera installed here and he watches my every move!"

"I see," Yuel nodded. "Their team must be warding well. Or, maybe that Viking is just cautious by nature and always retreats at the first sign of danger."

"No, no, no," Vincent insisted. "It's the Ungankable! The Anti-World personal skill!" 

"Of course it is," Yuel rolled his eyes. "Anyway, if he's being so cautious, you just need to plan the gank in advance."

"You're wasting your time, Chessmaster," Vincent claimed. "You won't get a proper gank on the Ungankable no matter how many times you try."

"You really believe that?

"No, but it sounds cool so I'm saying it."

[This guy...] Yuel sighed. "Anyway, let's try again. I'll help you plan the gank ahead of time."

"It's futile, Chessmaster. Not even your Mystic Eyes will be able to crack the Ungankable."

"Doesn't matter," Yuel said. "Even if the gank fails, it's not a total waste. It still makes the enemy retreat, so that allows you to regain lane control."

"True, but it also makes the Jungler waste his precious time," Vincent said. "Instead of rotating here, the Meme Jedi could've ganked Mid instead. There he got a real chance of getting a kill."

"That's... true, I suppose," Yuel didn't have a counterargument at hand. The enemy Sorcerer has been pushing Lars around in Mid, so a gank over there might be the better choice.

"Anyway, now you know," Vincent said matter-of-factly. "The Ungankable can never be ganked!"

"We'll see about that." There was no such thing as an ungankable opponent. Superpowers or special talents like that didn't exist. Everything could be explained with logic and reasoning.

The Viking was difficult to catch off guard with a gank? Then, either he or his teammates were warding well. Or, maybe he had a habit of playing defensively when he sensed even the slightest hint of danger. Julia often discouraged ganks by employing such tactics. If Vincent played against her, he'd probably dub her "Super Ungankable".

But, that didn't mean Julia was immune to ganks and the same applied to this Viking. Yuel just had to arrange an advanced scenario that'd catch the Viking off-guard.

For starters, they had to decrease the number of wards around Top Jungle. When he recalled to base in order to recover, Yuel bought two Sentry Wards and headed toward Top Jungle first instead of returning to Bot. It wasn't like he was contributing much when he was playing with a partner who refused to cooperate, so he might as well rotate around the map to help others.

[As I thought.] Yuel took down two enemy wards. The fact he hit the jackpot with both his Sentry Wards attested to how heavily warded this area was. There were probably other wards around as well but, at least, Yuel now secured one safe route for ganking.

Of course, the Viking was aware of Yuel taking the wards. So, how will the "ungankable" player react to this development? More or less how Yuel expected. The Viking retreated from the frontline and shortly vanished from the lane.

"Did the Viking recall?" Yuel asked.

"Not sure," Vincent answered. "He went around a wall, so I couldn't see him. He had around half HP, though."

"Okay," Yuel heard what he wanted to hear. The Viking assuredly recalled to base to heal up and purchase Sentry Wards. The almighty "ungankable" player must have deemed it too dangerous to remain on the lane with just 50% HP while he doesn't have enough jungle vision.

"Luke, can you rotate to Top?" Yuel asked. "I want all three of us to push the lane while the Viking is gone."

"Sure thing," Luke finished off the Hyena Camp he was farming and joined Yuel and Vincent in Top Lane.

In terms of raw damage, a Druid wasn't going to help much with pushing. Even with the power items Luke built for jungling, Druid's attacks were slow and didn't speed up the push by much. However, when Druid used his ult, it became a completely different story.

Luke activated Awaken the Ents, which summoned giant tree minions on the lane. They prioritized the enemy Turret above everything and smacked it hard. Their damage scaled with Luke's, so they were more aggressive than one would normally expect thanks to the power items in his build. They were trashing the Turret pretty bad.

The enemy Lancer rotated toward the lane to stop this hard push, but Yuel's wards exposed him. The guy was about to walk into a big surprise.

"Make sure you pull him outside the Turret's range," Yuel said.

"Sure thing," Luke gave a thumbs up. "I may be memeing but I know what I'm doing."

Luke positioned himself near the jungle wall and waited for the Lancer to approach. As soon as the Lancer stepped within range, Luke fired Nature's Grasp through the wall. The branches assaulted the Lancer and grabbed him toward Luke through the wall.

[Clean hit.] Yuel nodded. Memer or not, Luke sure knew how to pilot his Druid. In fact, Luke was probably more skilled with Nature's Grasp than Yuel will ever be. Sad, but true.

Right as Luke finished pulling the Lancer, Yuel struck the poor guy with Justice Strike. It silenced, slowed down and lowered the Lancer's defense. The Lancer hasn't dealt enough damage yet to warrant a stun from justice Strike, but this nonetheless tied his hands.

Vincent followed up on that by activating Aero Barrage, firing three wind blasts in a row. Each hit had a small knockback effect and Vincent landed them all, so the blasts pushed the Lancer far away from the Turret's area.

The Lancer found himself in a 1v3 situation, silenced, slowed down, and far from any safe area. It was over for him.

Unfortunately, Vincent was the only one here who could deliver any sizeable damage. So it was up to him to wrap this up. Yuel and Luke just delivered some basic attacks on the Lancer to pretend like they were contributing to the process.

To do this quickly, Vincent activated Pyro Trail from his Spell stance. It set his body ablaze and spread flames around him. Then, he used his ult, Paradigm Shift, to switch to Blade stance. From there, he used the skill Pyro Blade, which set his sword ablaze.

Covered in flames from head to toe, Vincent now had the ideal Spellblade setup for close-quarters combat. He closed onto the helpless Lancer and burned the poor guy to ashes.

『An enemy has been killed!』

Yuel and Luke made sure Vincent got the kill because, unlike them, Vincent was a damage dealer.

"There goes one half of the Silver Duo," Vincent announced. "What a tragic finale."

"Silver Duo?" Yuel asked.

"Indeed. LaneVortex and LaneSnapper are two halves of a whole," Vincent explained. "You can even tell by their names. They might even be twins! Yes, that has to be the case."

"So, you're saying the Lancer and Sorcerer are a pair?"

"Indeed. They haven't impressed me as much as you and Gunz, but their cooperation is nonetheless something to behold. Therefore, they're the Silver Duo!"

[Interesting observation.] Yuel thought. He hasn't seen the Lancer and Sorcerer cooperate too much this game but they did seem to synchronize some of their plays. That fact, combined with their similar names, probably led Vincent to believe there was some sort of special connection between them.

[I'd gladly investigate that angle in more depth but the "Ungankable" comes first.] Yuel shifted his attention back to Top Lane.

After trio killed the Lancer, they kept pushing the Turret along with Luke's Ents.

『An enemy Turret has been destroyed!』

They took down the tower and gained momentum but Yuel hasn't achieved his main goal yet. He wanted to force the Viking into coming to defend the lane and then gank this "ungankable" player. However, the Viking didn't take the bait.

While the trio was pushing, the Viking refused to come back and defend. Instead, he went around and plucked out Yuel's Sentry Wards. After that, he returned to defend the lane, but he did so from the Golem's area.

"Man, what a tower hugger," Luke shook his head. "He's the type of dude who sees you taking his stuff and just waits until you're done. Seriously."

"So it seems," Yuel nodded. 

The enemy Knight traveled all the way from Bot to join the defense effort in Top. So, Yuel, Vincent, and Luke had no choice but to give up on this offense now.

[So, this Viking rather let us push his lane than put himself in danger. Interesting.] Yuel had to come up with more advanced ways to lure that elusive Viking. It was like solving an interesting chess puzzle. The enemy piece he wanted to get was guarded by multiple lines of defense and Yuel had to find a sequence of moves that'll break through that formation.

To that end, Yuel continued pressuring Top. He bought more Sentry Wards to keep up the warding war and he repeatedly borrowed Luke's help for ganking the lane. Alas, killing the Viking proved more difficult than expected.

"I'll grab him," Luke fired Nature's Grasp and it was spot on... but the Viking rolled away!

"I'll cut him off," Yuel appeared from the other side of the jungle and hammered with Justice Strike. However, right before the attack connected, the Viking activated his ult and summoned a brigade of strong mobs.

"This is awkward," Vincent said. The trio surrounded the Viking but they couldn't approach him carelessly. Whoever steps into the range of these vikings will be mobbed to death.

"I'll tank them," Yuel ran in and aggroed all the enemies onto himself. Meanwhile, Vincent and Luke closed in on the Viking.

However, this Viking was quite the artist. He blended with the crowd of vikings and used them as cover. As a result, Vincent's Aero Barrage struck against the mobs instead of the intended target.

In the end, they somehow brought the Viking down to 20% HP but the silence from Justice Strike wore off. As soon as he was free to use his skills, the Viking threw his axe as far as humanly possible and blinked to it. Yet again, the "Ungankable" escaped a gank alive.

Nevertheless, Yuel kept trying various gank variations on this Viking. He even made sure Luke bought Blink for a Blink + Nature's Grasp initiation. 

Luke cast Gaia's Protection on himself and blinked into the enemy Golem's area. He fired Nature's Grasp at the fleeing Viking and pulled the target to the edge of the Golem's area. Vincent finished the job from there.

『An enemy has been killed!』

Finally, they toppled the "ungankable"! So, turned out this Viking wasn't so "ungankable" after all.

"You see?" Yuel said. "There's no such thing as an 'ungankable' player. Everybody can be ganked to death."

"Indeed," Vincent nodded. "If you keep ganking the same player the entire game, of course you'd kill them eventually. But, what did it cost you? Everything."

"Did it?" Just as Yuel asked, bad news popped up on the screen.

『An ally has been killed!』

This was just the beginning. A flood of bad news followed...

Imagine a shonen sports story. But, it’s not about baseball or soccer. No, this one is about playing a MOBA video game!

And no, it’s neither League of Legends nor DotA. A BRAND NEW ORIGINAL MOBA, the one MOBA to rule them all - Classmancers!

The game has become so big, that even schools recognize it as a sport. They even allow students to participate in Classmancers clubs and compete against other schools! Who will be the one going to nationals!?

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For Yuel, a team sport is like a chessboard that comes to life. There’s no greater fun than deconstructing every opponent and predicting twenty of their moves in advance.

And, Classmancers is the ideal stage for such psychological warfare, for it’s a sport in which game theory reigns supreme. At least, usually, it does.

There are also goofs like Lars, who got -200 IQ, yet boast godlike mechanical skill that triumphs against all odds. He’s like your typical OPMC which a cheat, except the cheat does nothing for his intellect.

Yuel and Lars are like water and fire. In other words, 100% compatible! That’s why they form an unlikely duo and set out to dominate Classmancers’ competitive scene!

However, to challenge their OPness, the two will run into rivals who are just as OP! Some of them will turn their teammates immune to Yuel’s psychological attacks, while others will redirect Lars’s almighty strength against himself.

In this harsh environment, the two will keep struggling, struggling, and struggling some more, following their promise to reach the pro scene.

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It was a beautiful weekend.
Alex, Owen, Rudy, and Allison's daughters were visiting The Royal Slide Theme Park together with Greg. They have been planning about this outing for a month and they finally arrived at the theme park today.
The children's faces were glowing with happiness. Their eyes widened in enjoyment after seeing so many rides in the theme park.
"Uncle, let's ride the Viking pirate Ship!" the girls shouted in chorus, pointing at the Viking ship.
"All right, wait here girls. I'll get our tickets," Owen said looking at the boss for permission.
Alex nodded his head.
Owen bought six tickets for adults including the two nannies and three tickets for the children. "Alright, let's get aboard the Viking pirate Ship!" he commanded.
Without further ado, Owen and his entourage boarded the Viking ship, and they enjoyed the ride very much.
After done with the Viking Ship.
"Who wants to explore the Haunted House Mansion with me?" Owen asked, grinning like a naughty child.
"Me! Us!" the girls replied in chorus.
Alex and Greg laughed.
After buying the tickets, they all went inside the Haunted House and the girls keep shrieking in fright after encountering skeletons, Ghosts, and Zombies, Dracula inside the horror house.
After the Haunted House, they went inside the Animal Kingdom filled with giant insect and animal statues. Then they tried the Carousel, racing in the Go Kart, ride the Ferry Boat, explore the Underground Cave, and so on.
They spend the whole day trying all the rides, especially the ones the girls requested.
Bored with all the rides, they sat on the park eating ice cream and cotton candies.
When the night came, they dined in the open-air restaurant and watched the fireworks show.
The girls were truly amazed by the dazzling spectacular display of lights in the sky, their jaw opened with fascination.
"I wish Sister Allison is here with us right now," Greg said thoughtfully.
Alex nodded his head in agreement. "Me too. I wish we had a lot of outings of this kind when she's still alive. There are many things we have forgotten to do when she was still with us. But I'm sure that she is happy now watching us from heaven above," he said.
Owen was sighing while listening to the brother's conversation. Despite everything that happened, he missed Madam, she was like his second mother. Too bad she's no longer with them. To show his loyalty to her, he's willing to share the burden of taking good care of the girls until they grow into adulthood, and raised their own family. It's the least he can do to repay the kindness that his late Madam had lavished upon him when she's still alive.
After they finished eating, Alex addressed the children. "Kids, go to sleep early tonight because we still have a lot of swimming to do in the pool tomorrow. And by 3:00 in the afternoon, we go home. Then the next day, we will visit your mother's tomb in the cemetery," he said.
"Yes Uncle!" the girls replied in unison.
Owen and Rudy accompanied the nannies and the children into their hotel suite located inside the theme park.
The brothers remained in the restaurant talking to each other, enjoying the starry sky and the good weather.
"I'm still feeling guilty...I blamed myself for the death of our sister," Greg said sadly. Until now, he still can't move on from the sudden death of Allison. It's just like a horrific dream, he desperately wanted to wake up but even if he wakes up the truth still hurts like hell. He loses the two women that he cared the most in this world. Now he was like an empty shell.
Alex released a deep sigh. "That's enough brother. It's a vehicular accident that took her life. It was never your fault. So, move on! No need to dwell on the past. You can't bring back her life that way. You are just punishing yourself," he said.
Greg's eyes welled. "If only... I'm not obsessed with my first love, Sister Allison would still have been alive until now. It's all my fault!" he was shaking his head, lamenting in regrets and sorrow due to his obsession with Caroline.
Alex patted his brother's shoulder firmly. "Stop blaming yourself. Sister Allison is not a child that you can boss around. You can't be blamed for what happened to her. If she did not drive that night, the accident will never happen. But you know her, she is a stubborn as a mule," he said trying to ease his brother's burden.
After their sister's death, Greg no longer mentioned Caroline's name. He teaches himself to forget her. Deep inside his mind, he was also blaming her for angering her sister that is why Allison insisted to travel to Pampanga that night even if it's not in her plan to do so.
Gradually, his love for Caroline faded, and he finally accepted the fact that they could never be together in this lifetime. Too late, he only realized that after his sister died. Her death could have been prevented if he was able to accept and move on early. His heart was filled with regrets and guilt.
Alex breathed deeply, pondering how their life had changed drastically. "There are some things in this world that we can never change and recover. Such as... time wasted and loss of life are among them," he murmured.
The thick curtain of silence enveloped the brothers. They stared at the far distance, preoccupied with different thoughts running in their minds.
"By the way, how's your annulment with your ex-wife, Nicole?" Greg asked, changing the topic.
"It's going smoothly. So far so good, our lawyer says that before the year is over, our marriage will be annulled," Alex replied optimistically.
"That's good! Aren't you planning to marry again?" Greg inquired.
Alex smiled and shook his head. "I dunno..."
"You should find a wife soon. Just in case I'm already gone from this world, you are not alone anymore," Greg said, urgently.
"Bro, don't say that. You will live longer as long you drink your medicine consistently," Alex said not liking the farewell tone of his brother's voice.
Greg smiled. "Alright, just find a wife soon! I want to be your groom on your wedding day and see your firstborn before I pass away," he said jokingly.
Alex chuckled. "If only finding a wife is easy like buying a t-shirt in the department store, I would have done that a long time ago. Anyways, let's not talk about finding a wife, if it's meant to be, it will certainly happen in due time," he said.
The brothers stayed in the restaurant until 10:00 in the evening chatting about trivial matters, then retired into their hotel suite to sleep for the night.


*Love doesn't always bring the best person into your life, sometimes, love brings the worst people into your life.
 ~
Caroline loves money, an ambitious woman who will do anything for money. She come from a poor family background. Envious of her twin sister's good fortune enjoying a happy and secured life with her wealthy husband, Caroline believed that she must also be granted with the same amazing fate as her twin sister.

She knows that money always comes with a heavy price... she's willing to pay any price!

Meet... Mr. X... aka. Alex...he's upbringing isn't something that he can be proud of. He had a hard time trusting anyone. He rose to power, fame and wealth not because he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth but because it's an inheritance bestowed to him from the wealthy man who adopted him. 

When these two people meet...
What's gonna happen?
Will there will be sparks igniting between them?
How about attraction, is it possible?
And how about love?
Will love bring the best or worst out of them?
~~~
( Excerpt from the novel: )

Maybe she already developed tender feelings for him, but it's not yet on the same level as her feelings for her husband. But she thinks that if she stays longer in Alex's side she will eventually fall in love with his wonderful personality and his expertise when it comes to giving her mind-blowing pleasure every time they have intimate moments together.
When she was with Alex, there is no awkwardness between them as if they have known each other for a long time. Any woman who can capture Alex's love and affection...she will be a lucky woman!
Honestly, if she didn't meet Mike and she met Alex first, she will fall for him hard 'coz he is easy to love, maybe because they have good chemistry together?
A smile appeared on her lips.
That was also the time Alex glanced at her. He was looking at her tenderly, loving her smile.
Their eyes locked for a few minutes... their gaze spoke volumes.
Alex stood up, he went to her side, he whispered in her ear while nuzzling it, licking it lightly, producing arousing tingles on Carolines' body. "Let's make love after we're done cleaning the kitchen," he suggested naughtily.
Caroline giggled. "OMG, you're so insatiable!" 
Alex grinned. "When it comes to you, I'm forever your slave, willing to bring pleasure to your body, anytime and anywhere," he winked at her and began kissing the exposed skin on her neck.




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▯Zeltion Drake Monroque, self-proclaimed best gamer of all time▯
The scent of death.
It lingers around me.
"AAAAHHHH!!!"
It's a stench I couldn't remove.
"KILL THOSE BASTARDS!!!"
Yet why?
"Huh? A kid?"
Why am I so bored?
BAM!
"Gahak!"
Even when I'm on edge, I just couldn't bring myself to be happy.
"All of you... You're dead."
What's so fun about winning, when all you do is win?
"RAAAAAH!"
It isn't even challenging.
"Kill the motherfucker!"
"ITS A HERETIC!!!"
"KILL THE BASTARDS!!!"
"HAHAHAHA, KILL THEM ALL!!!"
[Oh. You're going to die if you just stand there.]
"Fuck. Can't a guy brood in peace?"
[Hmm. I know! I can't give you prizes like [Reality Manipulator] but I can do this!]
[Mission: Survive and die!
You have transmigrated into the body of Baldurzel the Undefeated! He died fighting in the war by himself as the epitome of manliness! He was betrayed by his friends and family. Kill everyone around you and yell out your name!
Objective: Survive for the duration of the siege, wait for [Reality Manipulator] and kill yourself!
Reward: A free ticket to a world you want!
Failure: Your death. Transmigrated to another world and dying again. Get captured and tortured until my split comes to your rescue. Getting captured by the Normannis and being sold as a slave.]
"...What? And also since this guy died fighting a war by himself, why am I in the middle of one?"
[Don't sweat the small stuff! It was all pure chance! This version of you died in the past, luckily when the french soldiers were digging up fox holes, they found your corpse!]
"Wouldn't my corpse be rotting at that point?"
[Haha, don't ask questions...]
"Hmph."
[You are in the 11th century, Denmark vs England! You don't have to choose a side because you're already going to die. So have fun or you'll get skewered to death!]
"I have a question."
[Ask away!]
"Why are am I in the middle? Why the fuck am I not inside the walls. And what the fuck are normannis."
[That's a lot for a question my master! You should have said "Questions"!]
Clang!
"Answer the damn question!"
[I dunno!]
"Fuck!"
[Don't die or I will be sad master!]
"Fuck you!"
The smell of death.
The heavy breathing.
That feeling when you make a single mistake, you knew you're going to lose.
"Fuck every last one of you!!!"
Clank!
How unfamiliar.
Parrying swords, I sidestepped and kicked an armored soldier in the face.
[That's not going to work my dear master~! You're in a war! It's kill or be killed!]
"Filthy sinner! Fall by my blade!" a man wearing a chainmail ran towards me.
"Fuck off."
My fist plunged towards his head. His metal helmet dented under my power and he hurled away towards his allies.
"Woah..."
[Indeed. These damn crusaders are really cool-- Hey master, why are you going the wrong way?]
"What do you mean?"
[That's... I thought you are a Christian? Why are you going to the wall they're sieging?]
"I am not. I only believe in myself, and who said I'm going to team up with their enemy?"
[Oh~, you're going to get recruited in the crusaders if you do that.]
"Heh, nobody expects the Spanish inquisition!"
I smirked.
This body, Baldurzel the undefeated.
I wonder, how strong would a man be if he can fight a war by himself?
"I AM BALDURZEL THE UNDEFEATED!!!"
Rushing pasts the crusaders, I ran through the bridge. My body moved fast despite my huge frame. Using a shield I picked up, I blocked the incoming arrows and kept rushing through. "OOOOOOOOOHHHH!!!" This body's instincts made me bellow, my war cry echoed on the battlefield. The scent of blood, the adrenaline pumping in my veins, and the sounds of arrows whizzing past me. It was like a game. A game with high-stakes, the moment I stop, is the moment I die. There are enemies wherever I looked. The crusaders noticed me bulldozing my way through and tried to stop me, but I just bumped them with my colossal biceps. Even the slightest movements I made brimmed with strength. To me, there is no war, no noises, and no obstacles.
Only my path.
And the wooden gate.
BAM!
"I!"
BAM!
"AM!"
BAM!
"BALZDURZELLL!!!"
BOOM!
The wooden gate was blown over by my might. The ones holding the gates were stupified, even the crusaders climbing up their ladders stopped and stared at me in amazement.
"AHAHAHAHA!!! IF YOU'RE A MAN, THEN FIGHT HEAD ON! DON'T HIDE BEHIND YOUR WALLS!" I said uncharacteristically. For some reason, I was feeling... Excited?
My voice woke them up from their stupor. The English men cheered while their enemy prepared themselves.
[Oh, you just done fucked up boy.]
"What?"
[Uh, they're not crusaders...]
"..."
[This was just a small conflict between Frankish tribes. The crusaders started in 1096-1099. We are only in 1013 AD.]
"So?'
[...Nevermind. You're going to die anyway, besides it's more fun if you create more chaos.]
"HAHAHA, ATTACK!!!"
"KILL THOSE BASTARDS!!!"
"IN THE NAME OF GOD!!!"
As the soldiers started killing each other, I walked inside the walls calmly. They wisely ignored my presence and continued to attack each other. Finding a seat beside a wooden house, I sat down and started to think.
1013 AD...
If I were to think about it more carefully, wasn't it centered around the Danish Invaders of England and...
"Vikings!"
I forgot, the Vikings were normans, making me a Viking too.
"But where are the Vikings?"
[Behind you.]
A sudden chill passed through my neck. The familiar feeling I get when I'm about to die passed through me. Without turning around, I tensed my muscles and punched through the air.
I looked beneath me and saw a kid with a mop of blonde hair and brown eyes. He held two daggers as he slid between my legs.
"..."
I gazed at him. My eyes fully focused on his form.
"You... What's your name?" I asked.
He just stood up. His face was impassive and his eyes were cold. He raised his daggers and ran towards me again.
"That's it Thorfinn! Kill that bastard! He ruined my plan!"
Thorfinn?
"Ha!" his movements were sloppy, I could practically read his every move. I see... He isn't driven by bloodlust, but a purpose. "Rah!" the daggers in his hands vanished, he held on to my neck while I just gazed at him. "Graah!" was this what I looked like when I was mauling that alien to death?
Like a rabid beast driven by instincts. "Sigh... I thought you were something special," I held his arms. "Instead... You're just garbage that wasn't recycled properly." I tugged his forearm, bringing him closer to my face. "Trash that's supposed to be on the ground." I hurled his body towards the ground. Bam! Crack! With a swift motion, his body collided with the stained soil. "Cough!" he coughed a mouthful of blood, despite the beating he just received, he stood up and he picked up his daggers and ran towards me again.
I smirked.
"Come! Let Baldurzel teach you your place."
[Aren't you getting into your role too well?]
He bent his knees and jumped forward. Raising my fist, I directly punched his knife. It tore through my knuckles but I didn't feel a thing. With a knife stuck inside my palm, I grasped his fist tightly. At this moment, I felt unstoppable, even if a hundred men tried to jump me, I could beat their ass with a singles punch. Seeing his face morph into fear, I grinned. "You better clench your butt cheeks boy." For the second time, I smashed him against the bloodstained floor, again. Bam! "Gah!" his body folded and he held his sides. Despite his heavy injuries, he still managed to stand and help his ground. He lifted his dagger and ran right at me again!
"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!"
While parrying the little kid's attack, I gazed behind him and saw Vikings yelling like barbarians and killing people, not forgetting to steal their valuables. Normally I would have felt something seeing innocent people getting hurt, but now... I felt empty.
Maybe it's Baldurzel's feelings or maybe because I am now a Viking.
"HAAHH!!"
This kid is so noisy.
Fwish!
I reflexively raised my hand to swat him away. My hand tore through the air and reached maximum velocity, I could clearly picture things slowly. With my perception, I saw my hand moved in slow motion, slowly, my hand made contact with his contorted face. I was expecting him to get slammed on the ground and get knocked out, but I didn't expect his left cheek to cave in.
Pa! Crack!
With a crisp sound, my meaty hands clobbered him across the face and he flew away. Some of his teeth flew with him and his blood stained my hand. I just stared blankly at my hand before waving it back and forth.
[Uh... I thought you didn't kill people?]
"Maybe being a Viking isn't so bad."
If I have the power to slap people to death, then I don't mind being an oversized bodybuilder.
"AH! Thorfinn!"
The blonde man who yelled earlier ran after the little boy. I tried to move forward to approach them, but my body suddenly tilted and I fell forward.
"Uh?"
Thud!
I glanced at my feet. They were missing. I was standing while fighting the kid with both of my feet missing. Using only my bones and muscles to support myself. So that was why he was staring at me like I'm some sort of monster.
"Did you transmigrate me when my foot was missing?"
[Baldurzel can't feel pain! That twerp already cut your foot when he slid down, you just didn't see it because you kept staring at him like you were in love.]
"Hmm..."
I tried to stand up again but my lower half refused to listen.
"Say... How did Baldurzel die? Wasn't he supposed to be undefeated?"
[Before he died, he killed himself. Although it was cowardly, he stood his ground against 2000 soldiers. He had the right to keep his title until his death.]
"I see."
I glanced up. I saw some of the Vikings surrounding me and was murmuring to themselves, but I couldn't understand a single thing they said.
"Did I succeed?
[Oh! I forgot!]
[Congratulations! You have been awarded [Free World Travel Pass x1] Now you can go to a fantasy world with cat girls!]
"Sweet..."
Calmly, I placed my sword on my neck.
"Maybe I can get a castle filled with catgirl maids..."
[Oh, looks like that blonde Viking is angry!]
As it said, the blonde Viking who seems to be their leader approached me with an angry expression.
"Hehe, I am Baldurzel the undefeated, motherfucker..." as I tightened the grip on my sword, I faltered.
I was planning on killing myself, but... I changed my mind.
"URAAAH!!!"
I stood up, using the strength I had left, I brandished my sword to scare them and started running away. Some of the bones I was using to support my body cracked, but with my superior strength, I could still run a marathon with just only my muscles.
[Wow! I thought you were going to massacre them all!]
"I don't kill people."
[You just literally killed a little kid with a bitch slap. And that's gay. A Viking that doesn't kill is a gay Viking.]
"Who cares? As long as I'm still undefeated, nobody would say that straight to my face."
With a triumphant smile on my face, I performed a swan dive towards the fort's lake.
Splash!
[Haha! Didn't I tell you you wouldn't die? Good luck waking up at the bottom of the sea!]
I forgot about that.
Oh well, I guess it's time to return to the tutorial.
I closed my eyes and welcomed another death.
[You died.]
I know. Let's get this over with.
[You lasted 20 minutes.]
"..."
[Good luck in the next world dumbass.]
With those words, the darkness consumed my vision.

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