“For who doth thou think thou art to disrupt a venerated battle such as this?” The old mage asked.
Of course, the first powerful person I meet in a world like this is an old man.
He does look pretty fly, with a silky robe and a pointy hat. I wonder, does he have muscle under his robe?
He was a mage, that usually meant that, physically, he was weak but anime logic demanded that he was buff.
“The King has delivered you into mine hand to strike you down and I will send your head into his bosom. I will do this thing before all of the kingdoms and beneath the heavens. Wherefore hast thou despised the commandments of the king to do evil right before his sight? Thou hast stricken and killed in unlawful fury and hast taken up sword against the kingdom for thoued own.
Now for the sword shall never depart from thine house.”Jeez, this guy was pretty intense.
I imagined more of a kooky kind of old man mage.
Right this moment, I couldn't think of any examples of specifically kooky old man mages in anime, but who I did thought of were Gandalf and Dumbledoor, who were both kind of strange and weird mages at the beginning of their respective stories, only to get more serious the further the book, or movies, went along.
But not this guy, he was serious from the get go.
“I get it. Enough quoting scripture. Tell me, Mage-Man, you really like your king, don’t you? Your kingdom too, I hope. I don't have anything against neither of them, so tell your king to absolve me from my 'crimes'," I air-quoted again, "and then I’ll just leave. Also, I don’t think I’ve killed anyone, yet, or that's what I really hoped for. Please, I beg of you, don't go all out on me, you may die from a heart attack or something the like. I don't know exactly how old you are but a man your age shouldn't be see much action.”
“I will raise up evil from beneath thine own feet and will take thine heart and give it over to mine king and he shalt take your gods and has them for his own this sun.
Who has givens thou the commandments to rise in evil against all the people that stand before you?”I had to think a bit, I didn’t really know what I was getting into.
“I do this of my own accord. Rest assured, there's no one standing behind me, pulling some sort of strings for a higher, maybe more evil, cause,” I told him plainly.
I think that was the right thing to say.
“I'm the only one in this world-” I remembered that Faye was with me, “myself and that girl over there," I clearly pointed her out so that everyone could see, "are the only two people I kind of hold in high regard in this world.”
“Then why art thou, being as the right and left hand of thine own, here holding the sword against us?”
“Hey, you can end this at any time. I don't want to spend my free time being hunted by you guys or some kind of bounty hunter who thinks I'm their next jackpot,” I shrugged my shoulders at him.
"I advise you to turn and depart this field, just like prey would do if it were being pursued by a predator," he said.
“I feel more like a predator and you are like an alien to me…” I felt embarrassed and cringed at myself the second I said that.
“My heart is deeply saddened for thou hast not hearken onto the voice of my king nor mine own.
I am Leoren, son of Kaelmar, son of Lutumal. Proclaim your name before me.”“My name is Asher, Asher Burell. Remember that name, it's going to be important in the future. Here's a bit about myself: I am a enthusiast of many things, mostly, to my shame, it's consuming garbage shows, literature and games then complaining about their quality on online forums but still going ahead and not stop consuming them or change anything at all. I just watch the decline of everything I actually like. I don't work in the industry so there's not much to do. I also hated the idea of paying for them, so I pirated everything from these industries, to not give them a single cent to discourage them releasing that shit.”
“This day shall be the last you spent on this world.
Behold for the righteous might the lord has given onto me.”Leoren readied himself. He casted a very fancy-looking spell, which didn’t seem to actually do anything but then, like a bullet; not that they have bullets in this world; sprinted towards me. He was surprisingly fast, not just for an old man. The spell he used must have been a speed buff or something in that direction. There was still a great distance between us and in the seconds it took him to get to me, Faye asked, “are you not interested in his statistics?” “No,” I turned to her, "...but do you think he's over level one-hundred?-" I pinched myself. If I asked her she’ll answer, "no, bad Asher.” I scolded myself. “Don't tell me, Faye. I want it to be a surprise." I didn’t know if Leoren had an ability similar to [Analyze]. I produced some hand signs. “Hitsuji, Mi, Tora.” He came to a sudden halt and jumped back. It didn't seem like he knew what I was going to cast at all. He just waited to see what I would do. If he had even the slightest idea what I was about to use,
There was a time when the monarch of Landsfor and his closest ally sat in the royal banquet hall in relaxation. That moment wasn't now. The most recent ruler of Landsfor, Rene Retaire, sat in a state of rage, worry, and other negative emotions that had begun to rise up inside of him even before the annual conflict with their primary rival kingdom, Kathe. He slammed his fist into the large table filled with delectable foods in front of him and cried, "Damn it all! "What is it, my lord?" Leoren, the elderly figure known as High-Invoker, asked the king. He mumbled numb, "It's nothing," in response. "I simply can't stop thinking about what occurred."" The old man sprang up from his chair and bowed to his monarch, saying, "My lord, my heart genuinely tears with grief." "Leoren, stand up and quit addressing me as Lord. I had thought that since I have been Rene to you for my whole life, it would continue to be so for the rest. Do not bother yourself with my sorrows. Nobody could have i
“Faye, do you want to know where we’re going?” I asked her, leisurely walking down a rough sandy road. She didn’t answer. “Umi, the sea,” I stopped and drew the Japanese symbols of the word into the ground with my finger, it consisted of boxes and slashes. “You see?" I pointed it out to her, "you could also refer to it as Kaiyo, it’s written with the same symbol as Umi but with the Yo symbol, which I think means western.But it’s not pronounced as Umi-yo, weird, isn’t it? If you would write Kai on its own it would mean 'times'." The symbol for it looks like a square with a smaller square inside of it. "I can’t make much sense of it anymore. My Japanese is a bit rusty cause I haven't really used it for around two decades, and to me, that's a really, really long time. At least half my life span, having in mind my previous life, then I am actually a thirty-six year old man.” More silence from her. “People love the sea. Everyone I knew did, I think everyone I currently know does an
I hate this mortal. Usually, I do not harbor any ill feelings for mortals; I usually do not harbor any feeling at all for them, but him… He does not treat anything or anyone with respect. One of the things he does which irritates me the most is that he does not treat the name of Lady Alexandra with the reverence it, and the Lady herself, deserves. No, he rather uses her name with contempt and associates himself freely with her, which I find revolting. I cannot imagine what kind of life he must have led in his previous one. He is an insane half-wit and I also believe him to be the same in the moments he had before he lost his sanity to this world’s system. Sheltering himself, out of his own free will, as a child and separating himself from most, if not all emotions to play out his little game of using his ability every day without miss, like a mindless automation to gain just an increment of power. And because his minuscule strength is considered fantastical in this world, he su
Since yesterday, my life has taken a turn for the better. I stumbled upon a charming little cottage nestled in the sand dunes by the beach. I had been looking for a place to rest my weary bones for quite some time, and this little cottage was the perfect haven for me. It had everything I needed, from a comfortable bed to a well-stocked kitchen, mind you they were all mine. I carried them around in the skill [Bag Universe], which looked like a literal hole in the fabric of the universe when I used the skill to put something in or took something out. The best part was the spectacular view of the ocean from the porch. I haven't been Sword for a while now, since shortly after the battle between me and Leoren. Now, I was just a thick-set older man, with arms and legs like tree trunks, and a body that had seen better days. Short, also, but not so short that I could have been mistaken for a dwarf. There was a question on my mind: how come I was, mentally, the same as I always was? M
The newcomers' chain clanging could already be heard. Another throng of unfortunate people are being brought by the slave-drivers to their doom. This time, there were thirteen; it felt like their numbers grew along with the brutality of the handlers every time there were new arrivals, which by this point had virtually been every week. One of the fresh ones, who was confined by four handlers, was subjected to particularly cruel treatment, being beaten for every single step he took, his neck must have been in constant pain because of the spikes of the man-catcher they held him in. His movements were slow and deliberate, and the chains that bound his wrists, feet, and upper body as a whole must have been almost as heavy as he was. Yet they were having trouble containing him. A member of the equitaur race. I’ve heard of them, but this was the first time I’ve actually seen one. They’re much taller than I had expected, and this one was very rowdy. They flung him into the cell I had be
He was strange, but calling him strange was the least I could say. But other words I could come up with still didn't fit exactly right. Words like 'eccentric', 'odd', or 'bizarre', did not do his manner justice. "What are you waiting for, Asher? I witnessed you tear steel with your bare hands. Why are you still in this miserable cell? Let us go out, free, and liberate our fellow man." I demanded of him, but first, there was just one query: "How did they even manage to capture you?" I braced myself for once again another flood of gibberish from him as he started, "Well, I let myself get captured on purpose," he said. I said "Why?" in disbelief, not just to him, but in general. "Gods forbid, why would you ever do that? What's wrong with you? Who or what gave you the notion that it would be wise to allow oneself to be taken captive?" "It doesn't matter," I said after a little period of silence, during which I let the shock pass. "You wouldn't get very far even with that wondrous might
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