The calm seasoned grass that felt throught his body was relaxing to the point of taking a good nap and forgetting the jobs and errands that were needed to be done in the waking world.

Then as if a war between two armies as their shields clashes between both bands, a huge thunderous sounds wakes from the dream, a yell.

"Ashuka!! you better wake up and move the chopsticks to here will ya'? That well will not get finished unless ours minds are put into it" said the man that yelled in front of the door of his own house, in which Ashuka was just laying on the grass and getting a nap, He woke up.

His eyes opened quite slowly for the pace of the moment, a grunt even went with it, then as a fallen warrior he started to put himself up and tillted in both contraptions of his arms to pull himself together and do some stretches, "I'm coming dad, and please stop yelling" He said as he stared at the old man which was staring at him back with quite a face of disappointment.

He walked towards the lower part of a tree which was cut to the intention of cutting more and more wood, he picked up some of it and put it on top of the woodwork, he picked up an axe which he threw there from before, in which he was too lazy to continue.

His strenght at the age of 24 was quite weak for a guy of his age, so he needed a little bit of help, help from his Red with carved words ring.

He looked back to see if his father was looking at him, he seemed gone to do another things. Ashuka then used his strength to pull the axe up, then as of sudden magic, he closed his eyes, and he started to concentrate in what was his mind and his body needed, strenght.

Bright red color flowed through his veins, it looked that it came from the middle of his body, then that energy flew through him and onto his ring all the way up with his hand, the bright color seemed to disappear, he smirked, and the force and energy of the ring went down with the force of a horse trying to move a carousel, then it came the impact.

The strenght of all of it cutter the wood in a half all right, that was his objective, but as a failed yet unexpected experiment, half of the woods went flying in both directions from West to East, one dropped into the lake that was flowing besides him, the other was floating in the hands of someone, the wood was steaming hot, but this man could grabbed with one hand, most likely thanks to the same red color palette of ring he had in one of his fingers.

The boy looked perplexed and he did not calculated that the wood, he stared to the left, and saw how the wood he used his energy on to cut was flowing with the lake, he sighed while closing his eyes and he was not mad, he instead gave a little chuckle on what looked like a mild increase of ego on himself.

Then he stared to the right and the fear flew through his body as a really menacing father was right besides him, as he could not have heard the old man steps while drowning himself with his own ego, even thought all those scars on his face his son could even recognize his expressions.

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"Ashuka, are you really wasting your time cutting woods with your strenght nstead of your head?" He sighed, then Ashuka gave him a confused look "But if I don't cut the woods with my strength then how am I suppose to cut it?" He said. The father looked away and picked up another full grown wood, then he stared back at his son "Move out of the way and let me show you" He said.

He put up the wood on top of the woodwork and grabbed the axe his son had on his hand, "I know, you have never worked on wood before, thanks to being in the Ciudadella for so long, with those classy boys and classy girls going around laughing and drinking their tea, but in the real world you have to learn basics like this one, cutting wood" His father said

"There are some ways in which you can cut it easier, one way from it is to just lay it down horizontal way" then he picked up another wood "put it on top of this one, this time vertically" he pull the axe up and gave a suttle cut to the on top which thanks to the other wood the force of the part below of this one multiplied time 3× substantially "you see? Now you do it" He gave the axe to his son which was just discovering an easier way of some work of life.

His father walked back step by step with his long gray beard and hair flowing through the sudden hard winds that were coming from the South, he was in front of the door when he suddenly stopped, his eyes freeze to look down as a shadow of a man was inside his home.

The man, which seemed a little bit taller than The father, 6,0 actually was right in front of him with full black clothing and armor, spikes on his shoulders, short black hair and dark even black eyes with no pupils, and what seemed like a black ring and a red one on different fingers of his hands.

He lifted up a finger and hushed the old man by putting one gloved hand in his own mouth, proceeding with a subtle hush sound, then as of cooperation, the father looked back at his son then proceeded to enter inside the house with the person.

He seemed way more serious than ever, he most likely knew him from his past as he named the mysterious man, "Why have you come here in my peace in life when I finally have my son back, Hinfells?" He asked to the man in front on him which instead of staring at the old man he was looking around the wood made house amazed and smiling "Wow, from living in the richest land to the land of nothing, from an empire to the a poor living failure of a well preserved land" Hinfels chuckled.

Then he stared back at the old man "Klivas, what has gotten on you and your life? Eh from fighting for a empire and the richest of the mankind, to a simple Pigsty in which it looks like it could crumble every day and suddenly kill you and your son" he said.

Klivas enraged yelled at the man by saying what did he wanted, but the moment he said the word what he stopped the yell Hinfells bright up the veins of him with a black bright from his black encarved ring, and put it on top of the finger he pointed at Klivas, which suddenly threw a black energy burst which muted the old man.

"Stay quiet or he will hear us, well it does not matter now since I just made you shut your mouth" He chuckled "well then, I will go straight to the point, remember the Logarians? The ones who put a pact on your old king which made him start a massacre of thirst for power? Well they are back, their presence really disturbs the surroundings of the world, and we still do not have a Goddam clue of where they are, now now, we know one thing for sure, you have met them before, in your way to find the truth about them and who they are, so this is why I came here, no no no, not as a messenger, but the one who will carry you to our quarters, you have 2 minutes to say good bye to your son then we are gone, now move it!" Hinfells said as he removed the mure from Klivas.

Klivas, was just quiet as nothingness, the only thing he could do is to say his goodbyes, he could not deny not going, or more will come for him, so he took a step by step, one heavier than the other, and go to the door, then he stared at his son, which was cutting the wood perfectly as his father recently showed him, then Ashuka looked back at him and saw his dad staring at his arduous work, Klivas, as a silent goodbye to his son, gave him the biggest smile his son could of ever wondered seeing from his father.

Ashuka gave a smile back too, he knew his father was proud of what he was doing. Klivas then went inside gave a nod of affirmation to the man in black armor, Hinfells then gave a smirk and closed his eyes, as a really, really bright black light surrounded him and Klivas, the rumble and scramble it made made such sounds that even his sound could hear, then both Klivas and Hinfells disappeared out of the land, his son, Ashuka stopped the wood chopping and stared back at home, then he said one word very confused, "Dad?".