The bright light burned my eyes to its core, and I'm 100% certain that if I was still a normal human, my eyeballs would have either melted, or I would have gone blind. It took me a little over 30 seconds to regain my eyesight, and during that entire timespan of 30 seconds, my eyes were wide open.
So I was blind with my eyes open. So I was technically staring at the rainbow trees true form for 30 seconds without reacting whatsoever, and then once I regain my eyesight, I'd stare creepily for a while longer.
As my eyesight slowly returned to me, a form became further visible with each passing second. At the 15 second mark, I could see a short, petite looking blur, which upon reaching the 20 second mark, was clearly very feminine, and upon the 25 second mark, gave me some clues regarding its appearance.
At the 25 second mark, it was like seeing the silhouette of an incredibly beautiful women through some very thin blinds. I was panting wildly on the inside, as my imagination was going wild thanks to my theories regarding this trees true forms beauty.
Finally, at the 30 second mark, when I finally regained my eyesight fully, I was stunned at the sight of this ethereal beauty. She couldn't have been older than 15, and even at that age, she surpassed the beauty of anything I had ever seen.
She wasn't hot. She was beautiful. Her face was perfect, her nose was just right, her lips looked as if they were the most luscious things I had ever laid my eyes upon. Her everything was just perfect. Her blue eyes were similar to that of a lake that been hidden from the world for millenniums, with such a crystal clarity to them that I felt like I was losing myself in them. It was like staring at artwork, as if even the smallest movement of mine would shatter her. I was stunned, and I couldn't even comprehend how she existed. Her long, platinum blonde hair was longer than she was tall, and she was at least 150cm, being slightly taller than Sasha.
Her hair extended for several metres around her, covering her body like a beautiful golden dress. Her body was petite, and appeared just perfect. My god, I was having these terrible thoughts. How could I, a man above the age of 20, harbour such horrifying thoughts.
Well... I mean I was a man, and 15 isn't exactly that young... NO! If I allowed myself to become attracted to this young girl, doesn't that mean I would be allowing my morals to be corrupted.
So I did what any man in my position did, I would allow myself to fantasise, but I would seriously force myself to never act upon my fantasies or instincts ever. Emphasising on the word 'ever'. I could not allow my morals to be tainted.
Maybe one day... if she grew older, than I could probably allow myself to indulge in such an act... NO! Don't even think about such a thing now. I can think about it once more in a couple of years, if I ever to see this tree again following the conclusion of this day.
Having finally come to peace with myself in regards to girls below the age of 18, I slowly attempted to collect myself and glanced at the girl once more, before nodding slightly and closing my eyes so I wasn't looking at her any longer.
With my eyes closed for at least a minute, I had finally accepted the girls beauty, and could now concentrate on conversing with her. At this point in time, I was immensely thankful for this skill of mine which allowed me to keep my cool at any moment, which I have dubbed 'The Bearing of Bullshit'.
Opening my eyes, I looked at her and spoke lightly, attempting to stop my voice from quivering “Thank you for allowing me to see your true form, and allow me to once more thank you for taking care of Sasha” and now that I was thinking of Sasha, I turned my eyes to look towards her, only to see her lying gently within the trees platinum blonde hair.
The young tree, girl, whatever she was, bowed towards me before she once again spoke in that ethereally beautiful voice of hers “Please do not thank me great one” her lips lightly parted as she spoke. My eyes stayed glued to her mouth as I watched her lips move, as if I was watching the most interesting thing in existence “But please let this one to thank you for allowing I to gaze upon your excellence itself” as her voice entered my ears, I sincerely felt like just going to sleep. I don't even know how I would feel if I heard this girl sing with her god like voice.
I slowly waved my hand in a dismissive manner as I whispered weakly “I, an 'excellence'?” I laughed lightly as I thought about how I myself was a 'lie', before I shook my head sadly. Even though I had to lie this girl, I had no choice, for who knows how she would react if she knew I was just some weak cultivator. Just as I was about to tell her she had no need to bow or thank me, she suddenly shocked me with her next move.
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She knelt before me and laid her head against the ground in such a gentle and elegant manner, that I didn't know one could kneel in such a manner. As her head touched the ground I suddenly heard her speak once more, rendering me incapable of speaking and telling her to get up “My apologies for not kneeling before you immediately your excellence. I know it is unforgivable for one as lowly as myself to stand tall next to you, and if my mother was here, she herself would surely admonish I as well” each of her following words were more and more shocking than the last.
Firstly, I, an 'excellence'? I still can't accept such a title, because it made me feel like shit on the inside, because I earned such a title solely thanks to the fact that Zoras did something to me, and without even the slightest amount my own effort.
Secondly, it was unforgivable to stand tall next to one such as my self? Exactly what the fuck was I? What type of aura, power, or whatever the fuck it was, did Zoras give me? How do I look like to other people, if commoners don't feel scared about me at all, but all beasts, monsters and cultivators shat themselves at the sight of me? What exactly did I appear like to other people?
Thirdly, having a girl like this, a girl that one could call an artwork, kneel before me felt uncomfortable to the core. I'm sure some other people would be delighted to have a girl like this bow down before them, but I just felt... creepy and disgusting.
Fourth, she had a mother who would admonish her? Towards such a mother I have only two things I'd like to do. The first thing I'd do is get angry at such a mother, for making her daughter kneel before another. The second thing I'd do is hit on such a woman capable of producing an off spring as beautiful as this one. I mean imagine just how beautiful this woman could be? She would be mature and possess a beauty of a comparable or higher level of pure artistry.
So now that I've vented my feeling in regards to these 4 serious points, I would still like to see how beautiful the mother of this girl is.
With her head still on the ground, the girl suddenly shook as if she forgot to do something and quickly began to speak “My apologies great one for forgetting to introduce myself” she sounded ashamed as she spoke “I am Salazar Sazarin, son of Titanius Sazarin and Maria Sazarin, the youngest of the World Trees at the age of 15, and a total pleasure to have been able to meet a being beyond what those my realm should be capable of meeting” and like that I was flabbergasted.
Son?!
What the absolute fuck? Oh my god. I can't believe I had such thoughts regarding a boy... Oh my god. Am I gay? No, wait. It's not my fault I had such thoughts, I mean she, no wait, he looks just like a girl.
No one would be able to tell she, I mean he, was a girl. NO ONE. Oh my god. I can't believe... Even knowing that she is a... I mean he is a boy doesn't change that attraction I felt.
Fighting myself on the inside, I came to a conclusion after several dozen seconds of civil war. Who cares what gender, race, etc the opposing person was, so long as they fit within my strike and moral zone, I'd go for it.
And this boy only fit one of them, so for now, I felt attraction, desire, but zero initiative to pursue. So just like that I calmed myself down.
Or had I... I mean... It was an incredible shock to learn that this 15 year old youth was more beautiful than every single girl I had ever met. I just couldn't foresee how many women would possibly be able to surpass the artistry that this boy was. Maybe Sasha could once she reached the prime of her life, but till then, I don't think many could.
Now that I was thinking about it, was this boys mother the beautiful one, or was his father the beautiful one..... The more I thought about it, the weirder the theories I possessed regarding this boys race, the World Tree race became.
Nonetheless, no matter if this boy was a girl or not, he was still shockingly beautiful. The fact that he was a boy, only further added to my trepidation on how to proceed with things. So I simply shelved everything regarding beauty into the depths of my mind so that I could concentrate on how I should deal with this boy now.
And that led me to my new dilemma... What do I do in this situation anyway?
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Hey guys, Old Man here!
So reading some of the comments from yesterday, I must say, you guys were quite accurate on what was going to happen. So let me ask a question. Was it an obvious cliche? Or was it because of my style of comedy?
Anyway, I hope you enjoy the chapter!
Love and Peace
-Old Man
P.S. Also, I might be able to release another chap or two this week. So be hopeful! Adios.