Fun

Johnny stood there, motionless, as the brothers, with malicious laughter, began to pelt him with eggs. The rain of eggs unleashed by the young nobles fell upon Johnny, who, with an ironic smile, accepted the childish mockery.

The lord observed the scene from afar, his gaze keen on the unfolding play. However, upon witnessing Johnny standing still, accepting the rain of eggs from the young nobles, a expression of disdain crossed his face. With a gesture of disapproval, the lord spat on the ground, muttering under his breath, "He's a coward! It seems I was mistaken."

After Johnny was covered in the smell of various eggs, the brothers, amidst malicious laughter, exchanged glances and announced, "Now it's phase two." With a set of chicken feathers in hand, they threw them at Johnny, mocking, "We've made a flying peasant!"

The feathers clung to the remnants of the eggs, transforming Johnny into an extravagant and peculiar figure.

Johnny, suppressing his killer instinct, looked at the children adorned with eggs and feathers. Realizing that the lord had disappeared but that several guards were around, he cursed in the depths of his heart those who, as witnesses to the incident, were complicit in the bullying being inflicted.

Johnny's sharp gaze captured the presence of the guards, who, instead of intervening in the childish play, seemed to tolerate the antics of the nobles. His frustration grew as he hoped that the presence of authority in the courtyard would bring some justice to the situation.

Both brothers took small lit torches, and Johnny's eyes widened as he realized that this could put him in real danger. The brothers, shouting maliciously, taunted, "Run, peasant, or you might get burned!"

The situation took a dangerous turn, and Johnny felt adrenaline rushing through his veins as he processed the reality of the new threat. Childish play had evolved into something potentially perilous.

Johnny, observing the guards remaining passive in the face of the new threat of lit torches, felt a wave of indignation. It seemed that this was considered normal, or worse, they didn't deem it relevant, after all, he was just a peasant, contrasting with the brothers who were children of knights and therefore nobles.

The social distinction between nobility and peasants became evident in the inaction of the guards. Johnny realized that, in their eyes, his safety might not be a priority since he didn't belong to the noble class.

The brothers, expressing their frustration, shouted, "How boring! He doesn't run, why does he always stay in the same place?" As they uttered these words, the young nobles approached Johnny slowly, their lit torches creating a threatening aura.

Johnny remained in the same spot, motionless, while pondering the situation. As much as he desired to retaliate against the adoptive brothers, they were the children of Sir Aldric and Lady Elyssa, so he hesitated. After all, he could endure bullying for being a peasant, but putting his life at risk was another matter.

As the boys approached Johnny, torches in hand, each inch was permeated by growing tension. His senses sharpened, and he prepared to summon his daggers, keeping them as a last resort for a possible lethal attack. Every step the boys took seemed to freeze time.

Johnny, feeling the tension reach its peak, whispered to himself, "It's now." However, before he could act, a shout cut through the air: "What the hell are you guys doing?" The childish voice echoed through the courtyard, and Johnny recognized it instantly. It was Derek's voice, the boy endowed with the power of immortality, the heir to Lord Kaloch.

The duo of brothers swallowed nervously, watching the small child dressed in noble clothes approaching them. Derek ran towards the courtyard with a serious expression, his determined steps echoing in the tense silence. The boys, who moments ago felt in control of the situation, now saw Derek's arrival as a turning point.

The boys, in a hurried effort to justify their actions, said, "We were just playing knights and bandits with our new little brother."

Derek observed the visibly humiliated boy and decided to get involved in the situation. He expressed a desire to join the play as well.

The brothers, surprised by Derek's intervention, exchanged nervous glances. Quickly, they tried to end the situation, claiming that they had already finished playing.

Derek looked firmly at the boys and declared that the play was not over. He decided that they would now play a wrestling match, with anything goes, even using their own powers. The brothers, looking at Derek with surprise and a touch of apprehension.

"Both of you against me. The winner will be the emperor of all children!" Derek jeered at the brothers.

In response, the brothers tried to appease the situation, declaring that they already considered him their lord.

Derek insisted, "I insist, only through strength can power be conquered!"

The boys insisted once again that there was no need for a fight. Realizing the brothers' resistance, Derek pondered for a moment, his eyes expressing a mixture of amusement and challenge. Then he smiled, easing the tension of the moment. Derek approached the duo of brothers and gave them a friendly pat on the shoulders. As he did so, he uttered the words "grant of immortality." A sadistic smile crossed his face, and he instructed the boys not to hold back, announcing that everyone would be immortal for the next two minutes.

Then a series of mystical runes suddenly shone on the bodies of the brothers, emitting an ethereal brightness. A mystical wind gently blew through the castle courtyard, carrying with it a palpable and enigmatic energy.

Johnny almost drowned in amazement at the magical spectacle before his eyes. While cursing with jealousy, muttering "That's what stolen power looks like!" his heart pulsed with a mix of envy and excitement.

The temporary immortality granted to the brothers by Derek's powers was an impressive demonstration of the elite's potential in this medieval world. Although it was a fight between children, Johnny realized that he was about to witness a clash among the nobility, beings who, in the future, could reign and shape the destiny of this barbaric world.

Reginald stared at Derek disdainfully, his stature towering over the immortal heir. With a challenging tone, he exclaimed, "Screw it!" before conjuring his abilities. "Generation of lightning!" he declared, creating several glowing runes in his hand. A series of sparks jumped from them and flew towards Derek, creating an electrically charged scene in the castle courtyard.

The manifestation of lightning seemed imposing, and the sizzling sound of magical power cutting through the air echoed in the location.

Derek, in turn, faced the electric rays calmly, standing firm as countless volts were discharged into his body. However, even with his apparent confidence in his temporary immortality, there came a moment when one of the rays hit him with force, sending his body flying back a few meters.

Cedric, watching with satisfaction the impact, murmured, "We have a chance. Maybe he's not invincible as his father said!" Then, his hand conjured a fireball that shot rapidly toward Derek.