Wee~!! Cree~!! Boo~~!!
Six monkeys sat on the side and played the audience role in the fight between Fabby and the leader of the troop.
The leader actually played with her in the beginning by making her run around. Then it had her arm in its mouth and bit her hard enough she thought her arm would fall off. And then it got rough with her in many other ways through scratching and kicking.
Even though she kept trying, she couldn’t even get an inch closer to the monkey, which always seemed to have heightened senses. And she could see the cockiness the leader exuded, as though suggesting to her that it could eat her alive if only her brother wasn’t around. If anyone were to ever tell her that animals didn’t have a soul inside them, she would surely reject that idea and show them the expression the leader was making. There was definitely a spirit in that body somewhere. May not be as sophisticated and intelligent as that of a human, but it had its own flair and wildness attached to it, which could clearly be seen through those eyes.
As their fight went on, Fabby was clearly struggling, not because she was weak, but because the difference in strength and speed between her and the leader of the troop was too big. She couldn’t believe that the leader could be so strong compared to others. After all, she had stood her ground against a few regular monkeys till now, but when faced against the leader, she always lost. And today wasn’t any different. The leader toyed with her. She couldn’t hit it at all. Not even once. Even though her senses soared in intensity during the fight, the monkey was just in a league of its own. It could jump on its front or rear limbs, move forward or backward, spin clockwise or anticlockwise at will. It was like a dance of sorts, with no sloppy movement whatsoever, and it even excelled at transitioning between different movement styles.
“It can move its head and upper body so fast, and its hips are way too mobile compared to mine, but I can’t seem to find the flow of its movements,” she muttered under her breath, almost complaining to herself. She believed that there was a method to the madness of the monkey, but her inexperienced eyes were making it hard for her to keep up with the monkey’s movements, or the demands of her own mind.
She knew that she had to practice for months if she were to move similarly to the monkeys or catch up with those beasts. However, this was just practice, and she was getting used to being beaten, both physically and mentally.
It had been three weeks since she had taken the brown beast core, during the fight with the monkeys, but no visible changes took place in her body. So, the siblings believed that it must’ve been a faulty one.
Though Edgar was reading words written on leaves, he also paid attention to the ongoing battle from the side, and he didn’t look happy seeing his sister getting beaten by the leader of the troop, but he could only bear it for her own good. “C’mon, Fabs, you can do it.”
Even though Fabby was so tired from chasing the leader, her brother’s words made her keep fighting. Currently, they were in the midst of tall bamboo trees, so the troop leader perfectly utilized the surroundings and made Fabby’s life hard. Except for severe clawing, the leader was allowed to punch and strike her however it wanted.
Being the four-foot-tall monkey that it was, its punches were no joke. A solid punch made Fabby spill blood and left bruises on her skin.
As the fight got intense, Edgar stopped reading and paid more attention. He could feel that the monkey was getting more excited. It clearly loved to hunt and toy with the prey. A wild beast and a leader of a troop would naturally use killer moves to end the prey’s life as fast as possible, but the same wild beasts also knew how to train their young. Edgar was counting on the latter side of the beasts to come into play, but he was also ready to step in, in case the leader lost itself in excitement.
As the fight progressed, she kept getting wounded more and more. Eventually, she was forced down to her knees, and was on all fours. She looked so disappointed with herself, so Edgar didn’t want to interfere. His mouth was turned down as he just watched from a distance. Digesting losses was never easy, and he hoped his sister would fight through the losses just like he fought the ‘hairies’ of his Master.
The leader of the troop then jumped, landed on Fabby’s back and danced as if it was mocking her.
Her temper snapped. “Damn it!” she howled and hammered her cupped hands on the ground in utter frustration.
The ground in the neighborhood trembled, startling everyone.
“What?” Edgar felt the vibration under his feet. His eyes narrowed to a slit as he placed his hands on the hilts of the blades. (Is there a monster hiding underground nearby?)
Just then, earthen spikes shot out of ground in tens in the vicinity, and Edgar had to jump away. The monkeys, too, were nimble enough to jump away. Some bamboo trees were either uprooted or got pushed to the side.
“This…” A second later, Edgar’s eyes enlarged as he saw how the spikes all formed around Fabby, and she was completely unhurt. Both her and the leader who stood frozen in a mid step on her back looked to be completely shocked and puzzled. Edgar slipped through the gaps between the spikes and made his way to her, with a glowing face. “You did it, Fabs!”
“Eh?” Fabby couldn’t believe what just happened. She sat in a proper position and looked at her hands which were now partly covered in soil. “Did I really… How?” she was totally in shock. “I thought that was a dummy beast core. If it was real, why didn’t it work till now?”
“I don’t know,” Edgar stood proudly next to her. “Maybe, your body just took these many days to absorb its strength.”
“That’s…” she didn’t know what to say. As she looked around at the one-meter odd tall spikes all around her, she was left in awe and disbelief. Was it really her who did that? So many thoughts ran in her mind, but the ends of her mouth ever so subtly rose by themselves.
As she looked around at the one-meter odd tall spikes all around her, she was left in awe and disbelief. Was it really her who did that? So many thoughts ran in her mind, but the ends of her mouth ever so subtly rose by themselves.Edgar, on the other hand, was calculating things in his mind. He had to go through hell of a physical training to unlock Drive, but he didn’t want Fabby to experience such tireless practice. So he bet on her absorbing the core would be a better thing to do. As for unlocking the drive, she could slowly get closer to that. Though his Master told him that physical training wasn’t necessary to unlock one’s Drive and that it could also be achieved through severe mental training, Edgar knew where that path would lead. He just didn’t want his sister to put through the mental burden again. The trauma she had gone through all these years was already too much. If t
In the early morning, loud noises woke Edgar and Fabby out of their sleep. They tracked the source of the voices, and there was a group of three fighting a ten-foot-tall gorilla with an intimidating build. Two of them were dressed in black, and the third in white. “That’s one big gorilla,” Fabby was startled. She could feel her heart picking up speed. “It’s breaking trees with ease.” The monkeys she practiced fighting with were nothing compared to this monster. Even Lice might not last more than a couple of punches. “Yeah, those guys are not bad,” opined Edgar, squinting his eyes as he observed the patterns with which the beast moved, “but the difference in skill is a bit too much.” Both of them were watching from a higher ground, while hiding in the bushes. And a few dozens of feet behind them were t
Some days later.In the western border of Orseya Town, two guards were resting on their rock benches, guarding the entrance leading into the town. A man was coming from the woods, having killed a deer with a longbow, and the guards took the antlers before letting him pass.On either side of the entrance, a good ten meters away from them, there were dozens of metallic boxes placed in a row. There were grains in those boxes with open doors. And there was water placed in a wide saucer next to the box. Birds came alone or in groups, drank water and then stepped into the boxes for the grains. The doors of the boxes then suddenly shut, trapping the birds inside.“There aren’t many birds visiting this year, other than crows and pigeons,” one of the guards said. “I wonder what’s the reason.&rdq
Not long after entering the town, Fabby saw a public well and stopped there to drink water. Edgar, on the other hand, went to an old man who was sitting on a rock and was chewing on some leaves. Before Edgar spoke, the old man gave him a glance and scanned him from top to bottom and then said, “Want something, lad?”“How big is this town, sir?” asked Edgar, as softly and politely as he could.“Big enough to breathe,” the old man sarcastically said. He surely didn’t like how the boy was being over polite, which came across as acting.Just then a horse cart was passing by. The cart was being ridden by three horses with a lot of sparkling metal glaring at everyone as though pridefully begging to be looked upon. A couple of thieves hiding in a nearby tree jumped onto the road an
“A recommendation from a well-known figure, huh…” Fabby was tapping her finger on her chin, while strolling down a street. “We don’t know anyone in this place. This could get tricky.” “Mm,” nodded Edgar. “Though he talked about impressing some masters of some sect, he also said that it’s very rare to come across them.” He was thinking back on how he spent five bronze for the food and five more for obtaining information. “So, I think we can only focus on the baronet of this town. Do you think we should go and meet him first?” “No, that’s risky and reckless,” Fabby slowly shook her head. “Rather than us going directly to the big fish, it’s better that we go through someone else.” “Someone else?” “Let’s find out who are the important families in the town,” she stretched
A girl in an orange dress, and a boy in a red shirt and blue pants were strolling in the streets, both looking pleased. The pants covered his ankles, where the socks that came with the dress covered hers. Edgar was holding a bag that had towels and some other simple goods, including their old ragged clothes. They just couldn’t throw those away. Even though they hadn’t bathed, they changed into new attire for obvious reasons. “I can’t believe you got a thirty percent discount,” Edgar was smiling like a child that had just won a competition. “He wasn’t raising it above twenty, but when you mentioned that you may bring some friends over in the future, he suddenly became willing to up the discount.” “Well, if you look at it from his perspective, not many are visiting his store compared to other stores,” Fabby didn’t
After the siblings came out of the manor and walked enough distance, Edgar asked, “Weren’t we supposed to get them to owe us? Why did you choose to come out like that?” “We shouldn’t appear as desperate, especially because of the symbol on our ankles,” replied Fabby, startling Edgar. “In times like these, patience is our best asset. If that woman is smart enough, then she will realize that it was her and not the slaves that were in the wrong. And if she is good enough, then it makes things easier for us when we meet her again.” “Sounds good, but why did you say that the white seeds are bad?” Edgar couldn’t help but ask. “Didn’t we also have white seeds back on Shushui?” “Well, did you see white seeds grow on plants, or did you see them afterward?” Edgar paused for a
Not far away from the inn they’ve rented, under a big tree, Edgar was practicing his sword skills, with eyes closed. The sky was gloomy, and the winds were picking up, resulting in as many floating leaves as he’d like. He was trying to cut as many leaves as he could. But he didn’t spend his entire time trying that challenge. He also practiced the basics such as simple thrusts and slashes, trying to keep his movements sharp and precise. He remembered his master’s words: “Fighting isn’t just swinging the fists and blades. Though raw strength and speed can win you battles over novices, a lot of little things matter when you fight against experts. From the way you move your feet and grip your sword to how you read the flow of the battle and put yourself in your opponent’s shoes so you can predict their next moves… These little things can be acquired best through