This work is not satire if not a satire in satires. Easily are ye predictable to troll. How does one cringed so bad?

The hobo’s dead?! A misunderstanding as usual. A confusion place under the tongue. Of all the people in the close presence of the stadium, Marlow’s nonchalance is much non-agreeable. He of a great warrior worried not.

“Oh my!” said Melony.

“What in Oboe just happened?!” Chriss thought. Marlow, Florge and Zelos saw the devious scheme, searching where Seneth went.

“Glory of the land. There is no storm in sight. Relax, Chriss.” said Marlow. We focus on the estate balcony.

“H-he wasn’t this weak, I telling you, Melony. There is no way he would loose to a varsity knight’s premature attack.” Hyruno did not know what is going on. Melony happen to believe her best friend. Did Seneth ran away? Did he fake his ritual? I don’t even know at this point.

Pharoh wipe his contagious guffaw; kicked the hobo in the face; spit at the mask; and finished his coldblooded works. The knight captains nor did the high generals didn't stop the sparring. A devious ploy that Seneth made was a give away to the high veterans and let the challenge continue. The boy was a mastermind, he felt and gave himself a praise. Sang his tune he did proudly of royalty until spoil oil drip from within his hands. His buddies were confused. They were not suppose to kill the mask man. Only to mortally wound him. Pharoh have become a juvenile delinquent.

Korimi was frighten and red ranger flout the young brand. Made the beastian joined his so-called tournament, the duel, with all eyes seemly gleam and worrisome.

“Fight me you cowardly lion! Shame’st is thou turneth his right to the left! A mother licker is you Korimi! Never I like seeing your face! You’re a disgusting stool who’ll burn with fire; and let it show how smelly thy stench of thine courage!”

He had no choice. Be a coward or stand up for himself even if the fight may land him in jail. That is what every weak children fears. His legs were shaking, about to piss in his own pant. He had no weapon and grab Seneth’s heavy blade. Picking up a deadman’s weapon is indeed scary for those who never fully fought. A feeling that goes beyond the stone cold heart.

There are threes but many only knows two. The third cannot be describe. Brave men died in an attempt to lie when the Third is shown in their mind. Forget the gamers. Forget the telewatchers. Forget the visors. For they, will not feel of it until the distant will dwell not, and The Dweller show its mighty face that not of features.

It was a surprise for the kobold. The weapon was very lightweight though it was known as a heavy blade, force the sword out in front of him, hand shaking and sweaty.

“I’m going to enjoy this.” Pharoh have said. The duel continue. Slowly suspense build.

They attack the poor kobold trying his best to defend but was surrounded by magical weapons! The enemies plunder his reddish book sack, tore his peasant shirt, and brittle the light armor shield he was wearing on his back. Fell down on his knee, crying and the misguided stooges kick him in the belly, begin their trash talk all over again hoping the poor beast boy would beg.

It was not a duel no more, ah friend. It was just bullying. Some of the rookies were targeted as well but did nil. The knight captains and generals watches on, hoping the young beastian would face his problems. Suddenly there was a reaction. An animal instinct. The poor kobold fought back but his moves were lame, and Pharoh unleash his ring. Belly pommel whack the beast boy and he fell down to the floor, spoiling his hidden wraps of beef jerky, saving until he was in his room. Korimi is indeed embarrass of eating in front of everyone.

Yea, just like many boys and young adult man, who wears heavy jackets or additional long sleeve shirt to cover their arms, for the purpose of embarrassment, an embarrassment of not having strong build biceps; seeing others of their age with toned muscles, in shaped. An icing on the cake. Am I speaking to those? All paths leads back.

“Saving food for later, smelly? Ha ha, how disgusting. To eat in your sleeping room. The bathroom stall will fit you perfectly, smelly. Why my greatness, in fact you are! Why not eat there again and take a dump, turd! Your face disgust me. No wonder why you have no friends.”

“Poor Korimi.” said Melony, “The only kobold in the guild. It must be rough to be sorted out.” Melony and Hyruno knew the little kobold. He was in their group of trainees though the beast boy stayed behind. Hyruno couldn’t contain herself.

“Korimi!! Stand up! Have you forgot your reason you join this guild!” said Hyruno.

“That damn witch getting into my business again. Guys, lets take smelly Korimi’s underwear off!” They attack.

“Nooooo!!” Korimi screamed, obstricized by fellow groupie of “torturees.”

The bad sides of knights laughed and did their best to shame the beast boy. The mature knights knew it was cruel, the bullied covered their mouths and the younglings turn their head away. Korimi shook their hold of him. He scratched pharoh’s arms, and bite the last fiend with a strong grip, “Rabies, rabies!!” his friend yell. The silent knight stood neared Pharoh, unhinged. Tire and gasping for survival, Korimi brandish the lunaward to his side. He wipe off the blood from his mouth with his shoulder. Without warning, Pharoh raise his fist with a murderous intent, scream out the tongue of hate.

“General, this going too far! This will be an act of murder!” said Chriss, trying his best to keep his voice down.

“Hagnard!” and the High Brigadier General gasp a grand smoke. He could not help since he was in a wheeled chair, bed ridden from a nasty cut by a venomous phytoplant.

“Sir!” said Hagnard, and he leap over to save the humiliated kobold.

“Here is a taste of my Ring of Fate, you turddd!!” and Korimi lost hold of Nuj’s weapon! Used the weapon’s profile as a shield to stand his ground with watery eyes, stared directly into Pharoh’s menacing eyes before the impact from the chipped corners. Hagnard did not make it in time. The ring had made contact and crack away the weaken edge. Korimi let out his tartful cried.

“Korimi!!!” screamed Hyruno and Melony.

Pharoh’s power ring repelled. The force threw the mad boy unto the dueling floor. Dust showered. Not one bit, Korimi tries to engage from the clash. It knocked him one feet away and did a little hop. Everyone was shocked! The overly used writers’ guide of the three-act prediction.

“A farce?” said Chriss.

“. . . . . No. That’s not him.”

“What on earth do you mean High Brigadier?” Chriss questioned.

“The moment that man entered the ring, no, the moment he was strike, he was gone. Look at the posture. Surely a stance of a puppet being control or some creature. To ploy Trick Stance against teenagers is no more different then saying tuned sarcasm is life.” It was the only assumption Marlow could come up with, “Very tricky to pin point where the man is. One hell of a fighter to get others to do his dirty work if that is truly his tactics. Witty man.”

Seneth had rise, putted his hand behind Korimi’s spine to break the force. Hagnard stop in the process hearing the snapping of bones relocating.

“When did Korimi became so brave?” Melony said. There was a pause from the viewers and vision became clearer.

“Entrusting powerful magic rings to barbaric teenagers. Not the smartest move me saith. Or, was it taken? Ooo how thou is’t doom, he he he.” The sound was disturbing. Seneth pop his arm bones back together, taking in the most damage. Korimi’s heart was beating fast.

“How I like it. Staring at invidia in the face, looked at death as it was your equal. The hyenas laughed on the sidelines and in the arena I dwell. O the lions are hungry!”

Pharoh spit out the sand he had engulfed, “Damnation, you female dogs! Then I, the lion, will devour you this very moment.”

“Don’t brag kid. You teenage pop-tart pop-farts are nothing but hyenas. Taste bitter before sweet. The real lions . . . are behind you.” and the hobo pointed behind him.

The secretary and others senses the unintentional leer as if the mask wearer was looking directly at them. However, Seneth was talking about Kanek and the generals.

“Kanek’s a lion? No way. He is a gentle spirit.” Melony said.

“Die, I will not take thine insult to the grave!!! Formation!!”

The thuggish knight turn around in anguish. His fallen comrades were comatose at the moment with God. All that’s left was the muai thai knight, his bodyguard, “Two against two, a fare duel. Come at me. For I am . . . N-oh right, Seneth, of the Treasure Hunting Guild . . !”

“Oooh.” Florge and Zelos heard it, “He is already in a guild!! We been tricked!!!” both yelled. An old maid worker attending them on the balcony spoke, “Obviously, you both didn’t asked him in the first place.” Nuj was advertising his unplan bad-for-nothing business.

“What malice did you accrued against my men?! To femicide Sabie?” Now, the name of the pink ranger was called Sabie. To label our main a killer of women? Clearly the steroid boy couldn’t tell. She is out-cold in bubbly drools.

“None. Magic rings should not be use lightly. If to blame, look no further than a mirror. However, my bad, pinky.” Pink ranger was knockout. Calling her “pinky” reminded reddy.

Pharoh cast the ring off his own pinky. The gem-like core was darkened. Had it swirled. This accessory curse the wearer when worn too long. Seneth’s tools were not magical and now he knows, to briefly rely on strategies with his guardian. For a varsity knight, he was not defective. Gravely mislead with attitude, a troubled mind.

Seneth devised a plan, whisper it into Korimi’s fluffy ear, “A-are you sfure? I-I don’t t-think I can. What if I can’t m-move?”

“. . . .” The Lord of Hobos turn the noggin, examine the countenance of the kobold’s face and quoth to him, “Then control your breathing.” In this statement, was our main speaking in three tongues. In fight, control your breathing. If afraid, control your breathing. When ones’ doubting, control your breathing. Focus always and do and think not; will those things that troubles a man interfere not.

“Positive. Yell if you must. Have I not steered you wrong? Have you forgotten, . . . come meet me halfway?” For the first time, Korimi understood that last statement pose on him.

The mask had shown thee. Korimi was excellent in footworks, grade B+, level 9. It was his fear that stopped him from shining, “The bodyguard is a promoted high level. I guess I’ll take him, for Korimi’s sake. Oh boy, it’s Tony Jaa.” Indeed it was with the long braided thin hair, wear it along the neck.

It’s not good to reuse the same song for the second half. Let another song raised the spirit of the kobold. Thus, “Sparring” by Yuki Hayashi. Fit perfectly even with the title for the readers. Though I like to make some changes to it and the third half of the song was pretty bland and it screeches.

There was quietness. Korimi ready his studious stance with bod forward and the bent front knee. The chipped blade answered his will to stand up for himself. The pieces of the old blade crumbled. The will of inspiration within the weapon the beastian felt. Look not and trusted in the arms. And finally show he much determination and focus for one to two attack-combos honing his breathing. Sparing brought out his spirit. From the silence of focus to the mark of nine seconds into the song, Korimi gain the trust in his skills. Pharoh is unsure of what the beast boy was planning.

“T-that power stance, the Argis tome Korimi s’been reading. I can’t believe I’m seeing it with my own eyes.” said Hyruno.

“What swordsmanship is this?” Asked Melony and answer the knightress, “To counter enemies three times your height equivalence.”

“Tch, I’m not gonna let that turd ploy me to the dirt! Lower than dogs! Kanek!! Follow up!” Pharoh is in need. Did he not want to wait and commence his first assault, follow the guardian eleven feet behind.

For the minutes, his courage sharpened. At thirty-one seconds, breathing maximize, Korimi unleash the attack and foot skills, Vorpal Lashh!! He close the distant to Pharoh, knocking off the baddy’s concentration.

It had miss but scrap off the painted roman armor. The cut had knock Pharoh off balance forcing the bodyguard to move away. The move was a direct side swipe, a faint technical thrust that maneuver around the side, about thirty degrees, with the drawn upper sword lash, design to break auto-guards, skew and cut limb from limb at joint. It was dangerous and knew Pharoh that he would not take a plead. Kanek was surprised. The bodyguard couldn’t counter it in the moment from where he was standing.

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“I didn’t think he was this speedy in footwork!?” Kanek mindfully talked.

With the momentum the baddy was in, Pharoh had to decide, whack the beast boy in the face or block and get out of the speed lock. He was mad and neither did he chooses. For will it make him a weakling in the eyes of his peers. A genius plan the baddy did to hit the hilt of the weapon with his reach lance and Korimi drop the old arm slightly lower. Pharoh sees a chance, an upright escape. Went on his flashy spear assaults to force the poor boy to drop his attacks and focus on defense.

Pharoh heavily despise the lucky shot. Had the baddy change his pace, change direction and went after the beast boy in a manner of assaults of lancers’ thrusting, showing a performance of lance skills. Korimi has been studying Pharoh’s moves for some time now. Have our studious kobold zigzag his way to arms’ reach and continue his hone strikes.

“Don’t mock my ultimate skills you mother faggot dog!” Pharoh said in continuation of his dexterous pokes. The lance pounded and a lightning vortex appears stopping Korimi from further advancement. Pharoh was aware of his game plan. Close combats is where lances becomes useless.

“Lightning Orbit!” Pharoh chortled and flipped the bird in the activation of the ability, in the manner of someone flicking another’s forehead wildly. Commanded he, a legion of sparkling digital electric currents, rustling in a pattern on the dueling ground that force the kobold to change tactics.

Korimi never expect to be using a heavy weapon art set. Shuffle of works the Kobold proceed to tech changes three times and finally, Korimi lunge with the heavy blade into the air. Vertically spin with a slight pause due to the heaviness nature of the art, the old sword marked for Pharoh’s left shoulder! Clanked was them weapons and was the noise of greatness abstracted that tuned the senses.

“A Heavy Bladesman’s art?!! From a child?!!” The generals were much surprise, gotten up from their seat, other than Chriss and Hagnard, except Marlow. Marlow was laughing of such excitement he sees, that he is not the only one with that skill in the guild.

“I don’t believe it, that shetter! That shetty yokel!!” Pharoh muster enough crappy insult and roared for strength. The weapon clashed in stalemates and Korimi had the advantages. The heaviness of the metal did force Pharoh’s knee to bend. And the dirt under his foot did soften so that one would dig their sole into the earth by impacted weight. Korimi hasn’t ended yet with the stale strike. His move known as Vorpal Lashh!! has an interesting effect.

The extension of the ghostly whip at the weapon tip came falling down like a clock-hand guillotine. It was to wrap and severe Pharoh’s arm. The meany boy was stuck in the stale weight. Did he used all his strength to heave out of Korimi’s lock. Outted the kobold and Pharoh slide from position, the lash missed its wrapping and disappear. Red ranger was much madden. If the beast boy wanted close combats then he shall get it. So did Pharoh attack, locked Korimi’s arm holding his hand with the old weapon, trip the beastian from the back of legs and came they somewhat toppling by flash techs. Pharoh flare the spear, flashy spin and into a position he came to be, hold the lance in reverse. It was time to finish the kobold!

Korimi had outsmarted Pharoh once again. This time, was it an idea Seneth planned with the beast boy. The kobold shoved his soiled underwear into Pharoh’s mouth! To shut the boorish adolescent’s foul cock-o-doodle. It was a fatality! He was much too loud, curses too much, a nuisance, a pest of today’s reality seen in high school and on social media. This act was enough to loose the grip for the kobold to escape. An asinine strategy, but it does work in reality too you know. Must one use it smartly, when needed most.

“You faggot lich!” Pharoh gurgle his madness, this strange growl and continues what he advise was good spearsmanship. Yet Korimi was dancing all over him from the sides and front, controlling the grounded foot positions. Not once physically poke ‘cept twice whack by the weapon from the very bad boy that bruises him. And once Kanek in range, was Nuj there to stop the muai thai knight, fought him and re-direct his momentum elsewhere throughout the fight. Pharoh knew and let out a, tsk.

Korimi back away and give space to control his breathing. From spins to technical maneuver he came, turn-travel four steps clockwise, back into power stance, kept his pace round and distant Something that a cautious uniquely samurai would do in old classic movies. His determination and focus enrages.

“Bast-of-a-turd!! Lightning Spear!” He yelled. Then Korimi came again with the skill art, Vorpal Lashh!! and with his blacken eye. Second time was a succession to played the varsity boy like a fiddle. The spear of his blonk and clanked, attack a bit, and overall usage of magic weapon attacks.

“Holic Strike!” He continues his signature weapon magic arts, “Piss off, turd! You ain’t got nothing on me, mother licker!! You son of a lich!! Back away, Diamanthos’ Pledge!!”

Now when that was going on, me main took on the big dude, who run like a dog to his master’s call. Yes, the man was literally with metal legs. Those tough flesh hides. It was that hard, and the Jackie Chan moments was exaggerated. He was much flabbergasted. Viewer discretion is advised. Hearing Pharoh screaming out “guardian” over and over was super imposed, over the top after some time went by. He had a feeling Korimi was doing decent.

Kanek headbutt and did the hobo spin backward. The activation of the Trick Stance. Here was tricky, rolling reverses from contact and frontal glide, legs front, to the guardian’s prone leg. The knight topple and came falling.

In truth, the knight was a Ghostsmiter. He threw a heavy punch to the floor where Seneth escape from his right in a three-sixty turn. It was a fist-to-fist combat, fighting while falling and moving away from the main scene with Korimi and Pharoh. Sound effects were fast and furious, mesh with slow and gun blooping speeds. For the first time, you can actually see the quick movements of the light sprites zinging and zooming and pulsing the pressures of light wavelength.

Kanek burst out his hidden moves, “Iron Horse Stance!” Stomp the floor with might and push out a boulder made of sands and appearances of horses behind him; Guillotine leg chop was very deadly; iron elbow block was devastating; the Russian max whirlwind was crazy; as hand skid on the floor, went he into a muai thai frontal assault kick and surprises our main with his uplifted spin. How low did the matrix did Seneth go? Close combating with sheer force of foot fight wasn’t a good idea against a man with iron leg. Iron knee guard sounded like the clanging of blunt metals. The comical slap moment fighting Kanek to stop his fortress combat and running to his employer when believing he to outed the auctor.

Fighting against an iron leg, Tony Jaa was no lie! A white lie that would persuade readers not to read but hope one day this book gets an animated film, directed by me and good men who enjoys their works, practiced their crafts and cheat not majorly through 3-D unfurnished animates. Some are fine but there is a clear line between too much effects and fine labor.

It wasn’t recommended to attack Tony Jaa’s iron legs. The belly, the chest, the armpit, the double whammy, any of them is a selective choice. The vagrant went for the belly in the moment of wrecking havoc. The two-strike palm follow by the hands shuffled tech into a half-prayer fist, opposite palms. The skill was made up as he go along push the boxing knight away. Roll those drunken look alike attacks, the hands rest behind the hobo’s lower back. Force he forward, slanted, uneven with the change of camera position. And the pose says it all, want more make believes? Should one direct embarrassing satires? Yea. Presto, wasted no time, Kanek punch below the heart and powder of dirt flew from both man. And so was the fight continue for an amount of sequences. Our hobo did fall, but caught Kanek’s armpit which stabilize his momentum.

Brethren latching upon fellow brethren, may save a soul. Ever is one who is not of one mind will bring another down. So was Kanek in the matter of sense. Was his iron knee kick to the vagrant’s back forcing our main to dislodge the hooked foot. And continue the shuffled of fights. Ended was the sound of imagine mantises for your entertainment that the hobo threw out. Both fell, twirl unto the floor. It was a good thing for the adults to trade fists. Had it brought our main closer to Korimi who was struggling just this moment. The duo work together and has their new advised plan came to bear greater fruits. Our auctor went flying above the Manchurian candidate who he labeled this fantasy version of Tony Jaa to be. In flat-hand combats, known as, “Old Man’s Jinx Fists,” against Tony Jaa’s Rock Fists; fight their way away from the teenagers in all matter of this rainbow pathway they took, emulating Hong Kong foey. The shew of dust!

“Old Man’s Jinx Fists!? That is originated in the eastern lands of Eues on the border of Ashen. Could he be a spy, Zelos?” Florge was doubting.

“I hardly doubt. The sect is sworn to secrecy. Even lending their arte to a weird man, he would’ve been killed along the silk road. Did I not see any specialize poison secreting along the pulse. It is safe to say, probably a mimicry of the real thing.” Gee, the author as I did not know.

Anyway . . . Pharoh acted tough but without supports of his ill ways, he is a weakling. A court magistrate appears in the match. The fighting started to cease.

“F-father. Y-your lucky my father stopped the match, smelly, you hear!” Pharoh’s dad slap him on his left cheek.

“Stupid son of mine! To insult his lordship with a kiddish duel! To steal the ring from your uncle’s collections? Have you no shame!”

“His lordship?” The crowd was confused. From behind Kanek did the magistrate slightly bow, an etiquette showsman.

“O avatars of Seneth, please show mercy to my son. I will bear all responsibilities that my seed had did to harm your master.” The onlooker was not sure how to respond.

The magistrate was talking to no one in sight! Invisible golem hands open up and in the center of the circle was Nuj or believe it to be, bleeding through the mask. Korimi was confuse just as the crowd was. Lordship must meant something important in this world. Does it mean powerful figures? Political importance? Duh, a lord perhaps?

“Do daddy know them? I’ll just play along.” The avatar came to its sense and answered the magistrate’s plead, “I came to test the knights from a rumor I heard along my travel. Life had take me on a whim to uncharted territories. It is nothing serious. You and your son are forgiven, magistrate.”

“Don’t tell me you begot the man a title?” said the master of Scarlett Alliance. Snickering Florge saith, “It was a good joke against my peers. Besides, need I a revenge against someone.”

“Hyruno, my dear! You score a fatherload! You sneaky woman, trying to side it by.” said Melony.

“Will you stop this charade of yours!”

“If that is Seneth, then who was that fighting Kanek?” Melony try to make senses of the scenery.

“Rel Shrra Ohm.” Daisy released its form, to a ghastly, blushing light, and into a ball of radiance it became. Disappeared just like the play-stop-play edits. Lily released its form from holding the lunaward. That was the moment they saw that sprite that was in the form of a strangely incomplete puppet doll. The weapon became heavy and Korimi let go of the blade. It started to regain a far bit of body mass. Finally, Tulip release its form of the hidden injured Seneth.

“I will let my father know of your will, magistrate.” Tulip, the oldest light, had fade away. Two had mimic the hobo perfectly. Lily, the youngest, doesn’t like to copy it’s siblings.

“I see. So it was those sprites the olden city threw away.” Marlow said with an interest, “I didn’t expect to see such hated creatures to be use in battle like this, ha ha. Boy, never gauge your opponent by mere sight!”

“Please spare us your enthusiastic remarks. The ward is already strain with complaints about you, sir.” said Chriss.

“It’s a blessing. Finally over.” Korimi fell on his knees.

Where is Nuj, oh pickle deed? Still sleeping, exhausted, bleeding with a pillow made of sweet smelling reeds. The morning chill came. I, as the narrator, myself was tricked! So ever was everyone else. The fuhrer’s secretary and ambassadors enjoyed the little ongoing duel. It was refreshing to see something brand new for a change, and they headed to the council living quarters. Still, the mask disturbed the lion king.

Nuj awoke from being corkscrewed in the head and did his usual routine. The three sprites came back from their fun, roughly opens the door, told of the news they did, happily turn into little children in rags. Two little boys and a girl in flesh. And inside the flesh were only of lights holding form that of human. And as children are, all three jumped him in the bed.

“Wake up!” They said. To him, to that day, it felt like it was a déjà vu. His clothes were magically clean, and many gleam at him. It was odd to be treated this way. Tulip explained.

“You don’t say. So what I was consciously dreaming, talking within my own thoughts and doing things with mental will was real? Lordship? In what or is it a given title to honor guest? Why must you three go drawing attention. It will be hard to live a simple life now, O you naughty sprites.”

The three unwanted lights were named after similar flowers the man passed by on the road, rooted down a cracked canal wall made of hand-carved cement blocks and rocks, located near a jizo statue with a red handkerchief. At the center of the cloth, was a symbol of a circle and a cross combined. The flowers were offerings. Prayers made by children to please an ancient frog god riding a cloud sheep.

That night in his haven, he named the threes. Naughty but named after grace; who took up two rows of video cassettes; watched it in the middle of the night. It was old japanese, thai and korean horror movies. How it got into his world? Who knows. They were fond of it and mimic the monsters form, blended the art of all movies. Seneth had know idea at that time until they became little children. Mini version of the horror stars. Ooo, those blacken eyes will scare your soul suits. Fellow man will assume the sprites are aliens knocking at their doors to let them in for a bloody dinner. How scary it is.

The duel had draw too much attention to himself. Eating lunch in the dinning halls was eye wreaking. Walking to the dormitory was like being stalked. An out-of-place sneeze and the cops was at your doorsteps. Next thing he knew, it was a fiasco.

To escape this criminal mindset of young knights, the man went to look for a blacksmith, brought along his chipped blade left from the dueling grounds. This world, he needed a weapon for protection. A downcast rusty sword will not serve till the day he die but better than having none. What about clothed armors, thou said? None, children. My boy, my girl, Seneth is not a fashion knight of the north. Heard about these kinds of knight from some gossips. It will only bring him burden.

“Better to travel with less than to be target by scavengers.” He thought.

The hobo left the knight guild to run some errands. Melony came for him. It seem she has some important matters to discuss.

“Mister Seneth, Oh dear, wait for me.”

“Do I know you?”

“Not at all, my Lord.” And she giggled in a womanly way. Just enough to satisfy the taste.

“Please don’t go calling me that. It feel like a pain with all that is pertain to me.”

“Very well. Even a women in this age knows when to stop. Sweet Mother May, you’re new in town and a fine looking specimen. My memory just slip. If you don’t mind, I would like to show you around. It will be the guild’s pleasure to help those who needed a fresh start. Hyruno said she would do it. A task that was anointed to her by Master Florge. Oh unfortunately, my sugar Hyruno is busying brushing off heat as we speak. I’m glad she wasn’t court marshal if not for Zargov intervening.”

“Melony, idiot! You’re making the confusion worse!!” The poor woman banging her head at the closet and continues on, “ I won’t be able to show my face now.” Hyruno was too embarrassed, cover her head in pillows afterward. We focus back with Seneth and Melony.

“Newly handsome, specimen? Now that is an understatement. I guess it won’t hurt to go on a date with you. Is this the only reason why you stopped me?”

“Oh my, how brave to say it out loud. Deviously. Of course not sugar. A letter came for you this early morning. The mail worker assume you were still asleep. Shall we get going then?” and they left.

Melony was testing her lovely Hyruno if she would feel a bit of jealously. She knows that Joshual likes her but Melony plays with her heart to straighten her thoughts.

There, I had score a date. Let it be a lesson to the Wizards.