I spot him, talking to a kid while showing lust behind those deceptive eyes before my sword strikes the wooden gate. I kept attacking while he condescendingly blocked all of them, pure rage showed up in my Aura and I did dirty tactics, hellbent on killing the bastard! Travelers that are still in Malvena show up as the mask appears and expands on my face, not really caring about it or the chest pain. The other Majors had to cast a spell which chains appeared on my arms and restricted them, I yelled in a rageful pained voice up to the immensely dark sky.
I push myself further, Reinhard thrust his sword into my shoulder and an orb of crimson red with dark green outline appears on my palm, I point it at him. The thing fires off and makes a flame pillar wall, I lay on my knees while Reinhard is laying on the ground, the mask cracks and dissipates. I kick his side repeatedly.
“You better be fucking dead! Attempted rapist fuck!” the kid looks at me with swirling blue and black eyes, I push myself up before walking off. it’s better not to talk about why I did all of this. That will just make everything worse than before, disappearing right in front of everyone when they probably were happy to see me alive and moving around again unlike Sandy. Dawn is rising when I’m halfway from Roniam castle.
Dragging Purgans behind me from the hilt. Everyone was eating breakfast when I arrived, wrapping my arms around Kashiron’s neck.
“I did it. Let’s just hope so.” I whisper into his ear, before going to the guest room, sitting on my soft comfy bed and I look up seeing the icy snow Traveler. He has a wounded expression, like it probably hurts, that there was a chance nobody would see me again so I comfort Kashiron by laughing.
“I remember reading this book. Your name was so close to the other character’s surname. You deserve so much better!” I said and we looked each other in the eyes.
“What was the book’s name?” he said to which I try to remember before opening my mouth.
“It ends tonight.” the air got so thick and dry. That I needed to calm down before everything was gonna be destroyed, Samerial comes in with his gray double breasted butler coat, hands both of our haori and escorts us to Jessica Gorlorne. Jenaharo sits at the end of the iron round table, a white cloth draped over it, old people are chatting about the Travelers being here. Some young noble scoffs at the lack of etiquette that are found in us.
“I was born in the slums, a lowlife below commoner. So don’t ask me about eloquence or the difference between a dinner fork or an appetizer one!” I yell but keeping my voice low in a concise clear tone, they look intrigued and slowly nod their heads. Lady Gorlorne comes over with a smile hiding something.
“Nice job Vidar, telling the cruel truth about yourself to a arrogant noble.” she says now going over to Sandy.
“Tha- hey!” I put my arms out realizing she was being sarcastic about my dumbass decisions. We just talk about the reason why we are here, that same noble is looking at me with spite and Sandy comes up.
“You gotta go to your division, Dondi wants to talk with you.” he says so I nod before Mico Motusing away. Dondi walks up scowling at their commander.
“So… Dondi, you wanted to talk?” I said and my second seat asked me to follow so we stepped out on Division 6th’s grounds. People that are under my command come to watch, Dondi draws his Regalia and puts it in Primera before the thing gets snatched, I grip the sword’s guard then look up at Dondi, who is dumbfounded.
“No other Traveler can grip someone else’s Regalia! You can’t Vidar!” I plunge the sword to the ground, putting my boot on it and leaning forward, the air is surprisingly windy.
“If you can send me with a kick, I will give your Regalia back. Fair deal, Grimmy admirer.” I said with a goofy smile by having my eyes shut. Dondi runs up screaming and nails a kick to my face but I stay there unmoving still for in the way after I cock my head. Getting Dondi’s kick and a strand of hair moves to a different spot. “Damn, you messed it up.”
I grin, flinging the sword back to Dondi, we both turn our backs and walk away, my second seat is filled with frustration and spite. This little incident attracted one kid named Jaegerjow, brown hair in black highlights, orange eyes, tattered jacket with a ton of fabric strands on the back, and a chipped worn down straight sword. He follows me every chance but there is just something so odd about the kid, when I concentrate in order to see Inner ribbons, it was a pungent smell reeking of blood and cruel suffering. We go to the museum where that mythical blood of Barragan Zamora is supposed to be held, where I grab him by the collar and push Jaegerjow to a wall.
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“Why are you following me? Don’t get me wrong, having a one man paparazzi sounds cool but just give some good reason.” I said releasing the hold. The exhibit to the vial is barred by a gate and there it is but only a drop of it is left, I stand there for five seconds with a blank stare before start freaking out, causing havoc as Jaegerjow looks at me and guards trying to reach my senses. I sat on a bench while the kid put his bony elbows on my legs.
“So how is your mother, being captured by Rondell?” he asks, making me look at him and Jaegerjow smirks.
“How did you know? I never told you.” and I was silenced by a finger to my lips.
“Shh, I know about everything like Charlie Aardiperro, or the title of God soul king, Gran Balor’s invasion in Jollorus Society 6,000 years ago. Your family history about connections and how everyone just seems to stick their dick in a being far more powerful than some past Travelers. Pretty big accomplishment if I do say so myself. But getting off topic, did you do it because you wanted to pissed off Terse Kranz to try and get an advantage?” Jaegerjow says and I just slowly processed the information, dammit think! Why did I do it, to piss someone off and get a laugh out of the utter frustration. A muscular but lanky female with black hair and stern brown eyes, I’m guessing the director comes to us.
“Vidar Heuco Tacticun, I would like to know about the vial, that has only one drop of blood.” I said, pointing at it with my thumb, she bows curtly and apologizes about why her museum never contacted the city guard to investigate what happened or like those meddling schmucks called Travelers. It was about them not wanting to be in the conflict and just be neutral throughout it, I grab her by the collar then highlight a few things about that decision, blood would run rampant, paranoia with fear would seep into Malvena’s government and lastly would be war of extreme attrition. I decided to stay in Malvena because all of this fast pacing sucks ass, and we went to a restaurant, ordering my favorite food which are steak rolls.
“You’re looking at me and you have something to ask.” I said, biting the end off while Jaegerjow put his fork down.
“Are you Vidar Tacticun, the gray hero? Will you cross the line of losing salvation towards achieving damnation, the definition between hero and villain so what is it?” I took another bite while being slightly pissed off but did answer the question.
“Of course, I already thought my existence was damned to Mundo when we became Travelers. Crossing that line is like deciding to tell a brutal but honest insult to the whores of Gryjifth, and then they start chasing you in order to sexually assault and harass the person who said that to them.” I said, shrouding my Jenseitiger Druck around me, revealing a humanoid skeletal
monster, that is somewhat the essence of me. I spot the kid from earlier with the swirling eyes sitting next to our table, Jaegerjow and weird eyes stare each other down.
“Jasholin.” my pappazari says, so that is his name. I quickly defuse the situation but there’s glaring again, I groan because this was supposed to be a good time, where we eat our favorite foods and drinks. The three of us can tell that the restaurant’s patrons are shaking from bloodlust which belongs to Jaegerjow, icey coldness to Jasholin, and me with disappointment mixing into anger. But Jasholin laughs, putting his hands out towards us then does a hard yank, tearing a long big black thread covered in blue condensed flames out of our auras.
“Shit, I gotta go back to school and make my world famous psychedelic drugs!” Jasholin says, running off into the distance.
“He’s lying right?” I ask, looking off to where that bastard ran off to, but Jaegerjow didn’t say anything as he drank his juice then put the tankard down and crushed the metal handle. I tilt my head resting on my hand and smirked at him not controlling his rage, the rest of the day was undoubtedly serene. A messenger told me that everything in the Roniam castle is going good so they don’t need me, yet. I spotted Gernibel talking to someone and quickly hid behind the walls beyond the left side of the gate.
“Listen, we need to be careful if Jasholin, Vidar or the goddamn fucking Collector then our last action of being Travelers will be quickly intercepted.” he says, who is The Collector or this final act? I place my haori on a wooden railing and unsheathed Purgans, I hit the wall with my hilt making it shatter into splinters and Gernibel unleashes his Primera. An elongated blade flew towards me and I sidestepped to the left. Bending onto my knee then dragged Purgans with my left hand, smashing it into the blade. We jump forward and I grab the middle part of the blade before pivoting around, throwing him into the air as I feel a stinging pain while my gaze follows down to my arm decaying and disintegrating from Gernibel’s sword.
“Oh shit,” I said, jumping towards Gernibel Pizarro nonchalantly then gained one manic smirk. “Guess there’s a time limit now!”