Chapter 36: Finding a Clue

The rage he felt was uncontrollable.

How dare you do that to a person.

It was a reaction he had felt before many times, some even worse. In his life as a detective, he had not lost many people, he knew someone for a year, which was the constable. He dashed out of the chair, scaring the life out of them. His scream made it worse for them, the guy with white bathrobe ran behind a holed chair.

The body guards got into battle stations but were too slow and cut down by the detective, summoning his sword while coming out, however one out of the four bulky, black and stereotyped bodyguards survived.

The rich man sighed, thankful for his ace in the hole. He was the leader out of the small group. He had also summoned his sword having a nice blue colour. The shade was similar to the detectives, it had a simple glow, like a light, giving off electromagnetic radiation to the way the sword was facing. He could feel the light, but no thermal energy was generated.

This pleased him as he could work out that it would not light anything up. But he still does not know what or if he had a magic power. He then retaliated, but slower than his normal speed. He easily dodged but was confused why he was going slower.

Is he underestimating me?

He knew if it was luck then he had to finish it quickly, if not then you would find out. He attacked with his fastest speed he could do and slashed. The slash was going to his right side (the guard's left side), his sword was positioned on the left side so it would have a hard time reacting to it. He had a large build so he must be slow.

He did as planned, he stood in the same position, with the same footing. However he abruptly turned his arms over his head, which is impossibly stupid and risky. He had left his whole body and right side undefended.

Charlotte was still present so she could have struck him. The detective could have countered by turning and taking him down with a hole in his chest, but he still did. And nothing happened. Charlotte thought all of that, but could not make out why the detective did not move back and attacked the vulnerable side of him.

She came with two reasonable deductions: either the detective has amnesia and forgot how to fight or he could not do it physically or mentally. He moved back, after an eternity. His face was puzzled, it really annoyed her, but it just showed the guard had something up his sleeve.

Wait, are the guards on the floor actually asleep?

She looked scarcely on the floor. One twitched. This frightened her.

What should I do?

Should she rush out and get herself killed or watch the detective possibly get killed. She sneaked and stared at him. And sighed but before she could do anything, the guy turned.

Oh!!!

He was asleep. The face she gave was the baby-puke-fix-face.

Mother-.

She looked at the other bodies and saw one knocked out cold, with his face blank, eyes open, only in white. One hundred percent knockout cold. She sighed and looked for the other body. Gone. It was gone. He was gone. He was nowhere to be seen.

Then a hand, a humongous hand, covered her mouth, it scared her but not completely. The man then stood up, behind the chair stood up and laughed, "Haha, looks like you got caught," but neither the big bodyguard nor the detective looked.

They knew if they took their eyes off the man they would regret it. He knew she was caught however he knew she could take care of herself. He poured in the guy by looking at Charlotte, he dashed at him, body shot. He blocked the sword upside down and hands at the top around his head. He smiled.

That guy is fast but the other one doesn't have his sword out.

Charlotte was hugged by his arm, making it hard to breathe. She was not elevated but tripped over to not be able to stand properly. This maddened her, she wanted to punch him in the face, but she needed to get free from him.

Her sword would do. The guy was too mesmerised by the fight. Hearing robust slashes getting knocked back, there were sparks flown too. That made it look more animated but marvellous.

The person who was handling Charlotte aggressively was called Jack, John was the man fighting the glorious detective, his brother. He was taller than his older brother by just two years, but since they became adults you could not tell the difference in age.

He got the job of becoming a bodyguard from his brother, which helped him out a lot. This was also a reason why both of them bonded a lot. After high school, they did not have any contact, they would visit but rarely.

Until one family meeting he mentioned that he got kicked out of his job, his brother heard and told him, he should work out, and that he might get a job for him- his brother was already bulky at the time.

The interview was in a month's time, so he had to get buff fast, lucky for him his brother helped out. And he got the job, and they did it well, this was also the time that his brother was sword training. What it is, is where you only train your sword- self explanatory, really.

Anyhow, he was good at it, and he was happy and proud for his brother as he found something he can put his pride in. While he thought all of this, Charlotte stabbed him in the arm. This surprised him, and made him shriek in pain. Her sword would be classified as a dagger- but it is not.

Hers was really weak too, like the balance of brain and power was just pushed brain and made power get out of here. Despite this, she could fight. She used eight thousand years of Chinese martial arts knowledge, to wriggle free and kick him on the balls.

Very impressive. She moved backwards, but he was on the floor, cursing like a rat. The detective used his voice to attack, for a surprise measure. However, John's concentration was inhuman, not evening glancing back at his poor immobilised brother.

Jack did not feel embarrassed as he bet any man who would want to keep their masculinity would do that. But his hand was bleeding… He looked at his arm, and was stupefied.

How the hell did that hurt?

There was only a scratch, not even the sight of blood was seen, only a red line, not too big, on his arm. The man on the floor was watching the fight, luckily not bothering to look at him, and the girl. He stood up very slowly and looked at her, evil and anger were in his eyes.

The detective was too busy to even notice. His opponent was a tough challenger. His sword shined well with the blue, sometimes it even blinded him for a second, which can make a huge impact during a fight.

Was he doing this on purpose? Maybe the glow is the only thing he can do, if so, that's good for me.

This would help him a lot as knowledge equals power, however the quote should be rephrased, the philosopher actually thought about the refreshing, for some reason the detective got hungry for some pork loin.

It should be when you have knowledge, use it, as it is power. Or something like that, it was hard to create a quote when fighting a 6ft beast, though he was not 6ft.

More 5ft 10.

He then concentrated back on the fight, almost getting his arm chopped off by a simple trip, he rolled back and jumped back up.

That was close.

He changed his stance to southpaw, using orthodox as he was trying to get to his weak side, failing miserably every time. But he noticed something when doing that, the man was keeping him defensive, to throw a killer strike when he made a mistake, to do that you need pride and stamina.

Does she really have that much stamina? Or is he just gonna try it?

He found this out when he switched stances. It changed his fighting too, and startled him. While this was happening the bath robe guy was calling somebody on the phone, he knew he had to play it safe so he called them. Who you may be asking? Them.