The King

In a random back alley...

SLAP

Javr's head was flung to the side, his eyes wide in shock. He was kneeling, and his five friends were also in the same position behind him.

In front of them was a small duo of two guys. One of them, with jet-black hair and a large stature, was standing, while the one beside him, with dark, spiky gray hair, was sitting on another Hunter who was down on his hands and knees.

"Get out of my sight... you pathetic weakling," the gray-haired young man sitting in front of Javr said in a low tone after slapping him.

A few seconds of silence ensued before Javr attempted to speak again, "Ajw wad ahntr."

One of his friends quickly jumped in: "He's trying to say that it wasn't just any old new guy. It was... Tyr."

The gray-haired young man's eyes twitched slightly, his attention changing to the guy who had just spoken.

"Speak..." he said, allowing Javr's friend to continue.