Chapter 5 - I am not a baby!!!

Under heavy inexplicable feelings, Arthan and Topaz walk to the handyman quarter, where Arthan will be staying from now on.

Carrying several bags containing Arthan's belongings, both of them fell in thought.

Farewell is still a farewell. It will deliver sorrow and misery to those who experience it.

"This is your room from now on," says Topaz, pointing the door on their right. His voice sounds a bit heavy with a tinge of sour-reluctance. "Though I said 'your', actually you will be living with four other boys inside. Also, they can be a little bit scary for you, perhaps..."

"Really? That's fantastic!" Arthan replied in excitement over some action.

Arthan's underling in Harry town knew when their boss suddenly got excited about something. It was a sign that someone was going to be doomed.

"Why the long face? How old are they?" noticing something wrong about Topaz, Arthan asks.

"Three at twelve and one at eleven, they are all—"

"What?!!! Are you out of your mind, uncle?" Arthan is very upset to hear that his opponents are merely children, yet Topaz shows a long face. He gives an irritated look at Topaz, "Really? Am I still looking like a baby to you? How shameless you can get!"

Yes, 'Baby' that's right.

Inside his mind, Topaz keeps inexplicably contradicting Arthan image, between the devil image and the lonely baby in an isolated room.

Arthan knows about it, and every time Topaz puts a worried face on him, at the same time, Arthan feels the urge to whack some sense to him.

Slam!

Entering the room, Arthan slammed the door at Topaz face.

"Geez..." Topaz shook his head in frustration. "What I wanted to say is they are all veteran magico… well whatever, he will not die anyway."

Magico is the second-lowest rank of the spellcaster or mana manipulator. It was a rank used to describe a spellcaster who has contracted one of the fundamental natures such as water, fire, earth, or wind.

Below it is 'newbie' like Arthan in Topaz eyes.

They can't manipulate mana in the atmosphere yet and need talismans to do it, whereas the rank above magico is apprentice, quasi-professional, and professional.

These three ranks were generalizations phase of jobs like on the RPG games, such as mage, knight, paladin, and many others that used mana as the foundation of their skill.

Each of these jobs had several phases that classified their internal rank, but generally, it's segregated into the three ranks above magico.

Arthan doesn't know what the spellcaster job of Topaz was. But the fact he can cast level-two spells and is even cast it using high-tier casting technique; indicating that Topaz is at least at the apprentice rank and very likely to be in the quasi-pro rank as well.

'Well, well, well. What we got in here!' after Arthan enters the room and is about amiably introduce himself, a barrage of scorn coming at him in swarm first.

"Oh! Look… We got a powerfully useless handicapped kid as a new handyman in here! Hehehe...handicapped handyman, what a wonderful day!" mocks the fattest one among the boys.

"Being handicapped, and yet he had the nerve to act playful. What a fucking annoying pest!" adds the neatest looking boy while tidying up his slick back hairstyle.

"This handicapped kid will only stumble our jobs and make our group looks funny. What's wrong with that mad head butler bringing a handicapped kid to our group." adds the scrawniest boy, taking Topaz in for some loathe. "Now I know why he was called mad head!"

"Why are you not just fuck off to your boonies home and die in there!" finish the fat kid.

nudge

"Hey... we shouldn't provoke him so much. He is a freaky strong lunatic! We can't afford to make him rage. Why don't you all believe in my uncle info? He is never wrong!" exasperatedly, the burliest boy among them, warn his friends.

He already said before the information given by his uncle about Arthan feats at Harry town. Yet his friends did not buy it and wanted to test Arthan's abilities themselves.

"Hehehe… your silly gorilla friend is right!" responds Arthan with a nasty smile.

Flap~flap

"All of you should know what it is right?" Arthan shooks his sleeve, and a tiny staff fell smoothly into his hand,

"Active the talisman – Head cracker." mutter Arthan softly.

woom woom

In his hand, the Bo staff continued to grow and expand to its real size.

"Magic weapons!" exclaims all the boys in unison.

Since Arthan mutter too softly, they only know that Arthan picks up a magical weapon in the gossip and doesn't know that Arthan's staff is a mere simple wooden staff covered by talisman paper.

Even though both are the product of magic inscription, talisman and magic weapons are in a different league.

"I have to say sorry before we start…". with a grin, Arthan dash to the four boys. "…Your luck seems especially bad today!"

"Water magic – Water ball" seeing Arthan getting closer and closer, the fat boy gritting his teeth and launching a water ball spell at Arthan.

Swoosh!

Swing!

Seeing a water ball from the fatty flying towards him. Arthan merely smiled and hit the water ball like he hit a baseball ball.

Burst!

The water ball hit the left wall and burst. Other than wetting the wall, the water ball has created a large indentation on it.

"Interesting, interesting! I thought you guys are just a group of meek kids!" a big smile plastered on Arthan face. "Kekeke… come on, kids. Show me all that you got! No need to be shy. All of you can attack me at the same time!"

"Fire magic – Fireball!" mutter the slick back haired boy.

"Water magic – Water ball!" mutter the scrawny boy.

"Earth magic – Earth punch!" mutter the buffy boy.

Hearing the taunt from Arthan, the other kids also launch their spell to Arthan.

du! du! du!

A fireball, a water ball, and a large chunk of hardened earth were all flying at him.

swipe!

Sshss! Crash! Bang!

Yet, Arthan still easily deflects all of the spells to the wall with some swipe of his staff.

"Hahaha… Is that what all of you got? Huh?"

Zooom!

After taunting, Arthan swiftly closes into the fat boy, "Fatty! Here's your reward!"

Thrust!

Arthan staff tip flies to fatty face.

Half dumbfounded for being chosen as the first target. The fat boy raises his hands to protect his face.

Already anticipated it, by a simple thought, Arthan tweak the direction of his attack from head to belly.

tweak!

Bam!

"Urgh…" cries the fat boy, his body reflexively bent forward to offset the power from Arthan attack.

Seeing the fat boy's body bent forward, Arthan spins his body to garner power and then whops up the fat boy jaw with his staff.

whoop!

cracks!

"Argh .." the fat boy's head lifted in the air, and his eyes were empty.

Plop

The fat body falls to the floor.

"Next… it's you, narcissist apes!"

ta! ta!

Taking two steps to the left, Arthan then closes into the boy with slick back hair, "Here, protect your face!"

Hearing his face being targeted. The slick-haired boy quickly raised his hands in guard, even before Arthan launched his attack.

'Kekeke...he truly protecting his face!'

With a grin, Arthan attacks the boy's belly with his staff.

Thrust!

"urrgh.." groan the boy feeling his stomach upside-down.

Though he was in pain, the narcist boy still did whatever he could to protect his jaw and made Arthan abort his plan to attack the jaw.

"Open the sesame!"

whoosh

knowing no use in attacking the jaw. Arthan makes the staff go under the crotch of the boy and gives a scare for the other two boys.

Tack! Tack!

"Ack! Ack!"

But Arthan still has mercy, to not attack the balls, and merely lightly knocks both knees of the boy and makes him lose balance.

wobble~ wobble~

Losing balance, the boy fortified defence on the face has many openings.

Not wanting to lose the chance for cracking the head, Arthan slams his staff heavily on the boy's forehead.

Slam!

Crack!

The boy world went black, and he fell backwards to the floor.

Although it seems so long in words, it was in less than 8 seconds. However, in these 8 seconds, the scrawny boy manages to cast a spell and is ready to release the water ball from point-blank.

Whoosh!

"No….!" screams Arthan seeing a water ball coming from the left and targeting his head.

Whish!

"Kidding!" with fast reflexes, Arthan crouches his body as low as possible and avoids the doom of a water ball hammering his head.

"A special give for a mischievous kid is coming!" from his current position with mere thought and hand still on the staff, his staff round tip suddenly rocketing to the scrawny boy chin like thunder.

ZAP!

"Aaaarg..." the boy scrawny body got lifted up to the air and fell to one of the beds and beautifully colouring the bed red with blood from his mouth.

Jolt!

Not wasting time, Arthan swiftly get up with a jolt and have his eyes at the last boy in the room, "Tell me, silly gorilla, where are you want some whack on?"

silence

"No answers? Well…" seeing the boy silly face blankly looking at him, with another grin on his mouth, Arthan whops his staff to the boy's forehead more heavily than other boys.

WHOOP!

Cracks!

The buffy silly boy fell on the floor.

"Yawn… that should make them behave tomorrow!"

Heavy drowsiness suddenly attacks Arthan out of nowhere.

leap!

Feels his head become fainter, without much thought, Arthan jumps to the cleanest bed and put his head on the white pillow.

He knows he had fallen to some sedative spell, and he also knows who and where the caster is. He even can picture the smug face of the caster.

Creak!

The door of the room is opening.

"Good night!" said Arthan to the man who wanted to enter the room.