Martha, Erwin, and Brenin walked toward the male dormitory. Brenin would stay there from now on, while the futuro of Erwin was still uncertain. While Brenin enjoyed the beautiful academy landscape, Erwin felt tense: he believed he had performed well in the test and would be admitted, however, the principal’s gaze made him uneasy. Despite initially saying he didn’t mind waiting for the outcome, Erwin now desperately wanted to know his future.
Brenin noticed Erwin’s emotional state but didn’t say anything, since he did not consider himself good at comforting his peers.
So did Martha, a woman as impetuous as she was careless when it came to comforting someone. But if there was one thing she hated, it was seeing people sad around her. This bothered her, to the point that, at that moment, she could no longer sit in silence
"Hey! Can you stop being sad?! Your future has not yet been decided!" The woman exclaimed, giving Erwin almost a blow, who backed down a few steps.
"I-I'm not sad! I'm just... worried, that's it!"
The woman frowned, not understanding the reason for Erwin's concern;
"What should you be worried about?"
"Of the outcome of my Exam! I still don't know if I'm admitted or not, and the wait is driving me crazy!" replied Erwin, who at that moment looked like a pressure cooker ready to explode.
Martha looked at Erwin for a few seconds, until she released a loud laugh, which echoed in the air for a few seconds.
"EH! You're just like me, you know!? I don't have patience either, just like you!" Martha said, and then put her arm around Erwin's neck, as if they were longtime friends;
"Don't worry, you're talented enough to be admitted to our academy! I'm sure you'll get comforting news soon!"
"... I'm not sure about that."
"Hey, you're just a student! What do you want to know about how exams work?" said Martha, annoyed by those words.
"Little, in truth" – Brenin replied calmly, as they continued to walk – "But just think back to his struggle to understand why the principal postponed his outcome."
"W-What do you mean?" Erwin said intriedly, as he took off Martha's mighty arm, also intrigued by the boy's words.
"...I'll be frank with you, because I like you as a person." - Brenin began, looking seriously at Erwin – "Why didn't you use your element during the fight?"
Erwin was taken by surprise by the question, suddenly shaving. Martha, on the contrary, only realized at that moment what happened during the fight, finally beginning to understand the reason for the principal's proposal.
“At first, I thought you refrained from using your element because you believed you could win without it. However, considering your fight against Arnold and your character, I don’t think you’re the type to hold back, especially in this situation. So, my conclusion is that you’re unable to use any kind of element. Am I correct?”
Erwin wanted to deny, but by now it would have been of little use to nothing: if a little boy like Brenin had noticed this, then he meant that the principal had also noticed this deficiency of his;
"Yes... I'm an elementless..." replied Erwin. Although at that moment he was sad, at the same time it was as if he had taken a weight in his soul, thus feeling almost happy at the same time.
[Damn... I hoped he would deny it...] thought with a slightly sad look Brenin, who began to take in sympathy with Erwin; he remained sad to discover this deficit of his, since in all probability, Erwin would not be admitted to the academy, also due to the fact that the without elements were not seen with a good eye.
"So... are you an elementless?" Martha suddenly asked, looking with a serious look at Erwin, who, slightly frightened by that look of fire, nodded without saying a word, expecting the worst.
"Eh... EHEHEH!" The woman burst into a fat laugh, taking Brenin and especially Erwin by surprise, who expected the woman to give a glow.
"Incredible! Really Amazing! I can't believe a kid like you managed to beat a sophomore without any elements! You are amazing!"
"O.. Oh, thank you..." - said pleasantly impressed Erwin, who expected everything but compliments at the time; - "But, even if you think I'm amazing, I don't think others think like you, Professor Martha..."
Professor Martha remained silent for a moment, starting to think about the reactions of those present;
"In fact, you're not all wrong: in many academies, as soon as they find out that you are without an element, you automatically fail the test, and this also happens here... however, if the principal has taken time, there is probably some chance, don't you think? Perhaps, the fact that you showed that incredible talent of yours, caused the principal himself to be struck by it!"
"Well... does what you say make sense?" - Brenin nodded – "This means there's still hope, isn't it?"
Erwin, encouraged by Brenin and Martha’s words, felt a slight sense of relief. However, he couldn’t shake his disappointment. It wasn’t about his inability to use elements; he had grown accustomed to that limitation. What troubled him was the overwhelming feeling of being out of place, nervous, and brooding—the first time he’d experienced such emotions. He desperately wanted to regain control and move forward. In an impulsive moment, he slapped his own face, as if trying to wake himself up.
[It's not with this inept mentality that I will be able to follow my dreams! I knew what was waiting for me coming here, it's not the time to be a whiner!] Erwin thought angrily that, the moment he struck himself, in his eyes there was a new light in his eyes; new light that Professor Martha saw, being pleasantly impressed; [His expression changed... Now I like it more!]
"Okay, I feel better now!" Erwin said with a smile, who was ready to face any challenge decisively.
Brenin found that change of behavior strange, maybe even forced, but he was a little happy that Erwin no longer held that long face he had from the moment they left the gym.
"Solved this point... I'd like to know one thing from you guys: what's your dream?"
Brenin noticed that the question asked to him now, was the same one that the Principal asked Elaine at the time she was admitted to the academy;
"I noticed that the principal asked the same question to Lucy first... is it that important?" Brenin asked with a careful look, thus anticipating Erwin who, for his part, was already ready to answer.
The woman was slightly perplexed by Brenin's question, which almost seemed to be on the defensive;
"Well, it's a simple question, which helps us understand who we have in front of us: for example, you may have noticed that the principal asked Lucy the same question, right? Here, she probably did it because she couldn't frame the girl well."
"It doesn't make sense..." countered Brenin, who inexplicably seemed to be still on the defensive.
Erwin noticed this strange attitude, but he didn't pay much attention to it, as Brenin didn't seem 'agitated' or 'nervous' at that moment.
"It makes sense instead. A person's dream tells much more than just a desire, but also who we really are. When we manage to understand the dreams of others, we can also understand the essence of a person and his deepest self."
"So... are you saying that knowing the dream of others, is like reading between the lines of their lives?" Brenin asked in a skeptical tone of voice, who, however, seemed a little interested in the woman's words;
"That's right! Or rather, this is what the Principal believes! Obviously I'm not saying that what he says is wrong, but I believe there is a way to better understand a person!"
The professor quickly extended her fist, stopping it a few centimeters from Brenin's face; the movement was swift and unpredictable, to the point that Brenin became aware of the gesture only when the woman retracted her fist, leaving the boy dumbfounded. - "The fists are the best tool to understand a person. Am I not right, Erwin?"
Thinking back to Martha's words, Erwin realized how by fighting hand-to-hand against an opponent, it was much easier to understand their feelings or intentions; it had not happened to him many times, since in his entire life he had only faced 4 people, but thinking about the fights he had had with Rudolf, Elaine, and Arnold, he realized that at certain times he could sense their feelings through their fists.
"Probably, you're right..."
"I'm always right!" said the woman in a cheerful tone of voice - "So, what is your dream, Mr. Brenin?"
Brenin did not believe a single word that came out of that teacher's mouth; yet, in the boy's heart, a small, tiny doubt was established, which however made Brenin's spirit, which until then was calm, waver.
[I don't believe in a single word that woman says, it's not possible to find out so much with so little information.... But if it were to be true.. then would she find out anything about me? No... impossible] Thought Brenin who, despite that annoying voice in his head, decided to answer.
"My goal is to become the strongest magic knight in the world..." said Brenin, looking at the woman with firm eyes.
[mmh... He said goal, not dream...] thought the woman, who found the words used by Brenin interesting. - "It's a difficult goal of yours... I hope you succeed!" said the woman, who decided not to sink into the matter, as she had the feeling that by doing this, the boy would close in on himself.
"And you Erwin, what is your dream?" said the woman, looking at Erwin, who did not hesitate for a second in responding.
"Well, in truth I have many dreams... the first, is to enter the academy; then, to become the number one of this academy and to become an official wizard; finally, I will enter a Guild, and I will follow my true dream, which is to become the greatest of the Gifters and travel around the world!"
"A Gifter? It's an interesting dream!" - the woman continued, seeing in the boy's eyes a determination to achieve this dream of his – "And tell me, what kind of Gifter do you want to become?"
Erwin, excited to share his true dream with someone for the first time, wanted to answer, but when he remembered a not small detail;
"Well... in truth... I don't know exactly what a Gifter is or what they do... I just know they travel..." replied Erwin embarrassed, who in the meantime, cursed Ron for not explaining who or what a Gifter was.
"I hope you're kidding me !?" countered the teacher in disbelief; in fact, it was impossible for her to believe that a person could follow a dream without actually knowing what exactly he's trying to realize.
Brenin, for his part, found what Erwin said extremely stupid so much so that he wanted to hit him on hois head; but at the same time, he was curious about what prompted him to become a Gifter, looking at that boy, so different from him, with even more interest.
"Well... in truth, I only know that Gifters travel a lot around the world! So I want to travel the world and become famous too!"
"... It doesn't really seem like you're kidding..." replied Martha, who just looked at Erwin's excited expression to understand how serious he was about his dream.
"Ahhhh! At least let me explain what a Gifter is, ok? A Gifter is essentially a 'title' that is given to official wizards who manage to become a member of a Guild; to be clear, guilds are associations that deal with various missions scattered around the world through official requests. Is everything clear so far?"
Erwin nodded, thus giving Professor Martha the green light to continue her explanation.
“Let’s continue then! Missions fall into different categories based on their tasks, and various types of Gifters handle these missions according to specific needs: The Gifter Guardian protects priceless goods, the Gifter Inquisitor investigates criminal activities and security threats, the Gifter Archivist preserves ancient manuscripts, the Gifter Slayer hunts various creatures, the Gifter Bounty specializes in capturing criminals, and the Gifter Explorer explores dungeons, unknown territories, and recovers ancient artifacts or lost knowledge. Based on what you’ve shared, I assume you—”
"A Gifter Explorer... Yes, I want to become a Gifter Explorer!" Erwin exclaimed, not giving the woman a chance to finish his sentence. Yes, that was the path he wanted to follow, so that he would become like his father.
"... Can I ask you something?" Brenin suddenly said, capturing the attention of his peer.
"Yes, of course..."
"Why do you want to become a Gifter Explorer? Why not a Gifter Slayer, or a Gifter Bounty? I think you are better suited to do that kind of work..."
"In fact... you're not entirely wrong, boy..." Martha followed closely, intrigued by his motivations.
Erwin obviously couldn't say that he was doing all this for his father, as, in addition to revealing his true identity, he didn't know what the reaction of others would be. For a moment, he even risked spilling everything, except biting his tongue in extremis. He didn't like to lie and didn't know how to do it, that's why he said a half-truth;
"Well... When I was little, I met a person; I don't know his name... but I know he was a Gifter, and he was an amazing person... the most incredible person I know! I want to become like him one day."
[I understand... he doesn't want to become a Gifter to make his dream come true, but he wants to become a Gifter to look like his idol.] thought the woman, who finally understood why Erwin didn't know anything about the Gifters. However, she didn't seem entirely happy with what she learned.
"It's not very cool to chase someone else's shadow..." said the teacher, making a grimace of disappointment.
"Uh? What do you mean?" Erwin replied in a calm voice, but with a smile that, slowly, disappeared from his face, leaving room for a sudden slightly annoyed expression.
Before Erwin could receive an answer, however, the three, without realizing it, finally arrived in front of the male dormitory, similar to the female one, but much larger due to the greater number of male students.
"Well, we're here." said Martha who didn't pay attention to the boy's mood swing – "I'd love to keep talking to you, but I have my stuff to do. If you go inside, there will be the dormitory caretaker who will entrust you with a room... Here, take this Brenin" concluded the professor, who gave a strange pin to the boy, who didn't know what to do with it.
"Give it to the caretaker, he will understand" - the woman continued – "Well, now I can go. Keep in mind what I told you... I hope to see you again soon."
The woman walked away, thus leaving the two boys alone in front of that gate; Erwin, whose expression seemed normal, felt inexplicably hurt by those words; for him it was all about becoming like his father, what was wrong with that, he thought.
"That woman... She's unbashed!" - said Brenin, who noticed a small change in the mood of Ewin. - "You should not focus about what she said earlier, do what you want...Better to chase something, than not to have any dreams, or am I wrong?" said Brenin, trying to give some support to the boy, who had now taken in total sympathy, making Erwin happy, who at that moment, did not expect those words.
"So, shall we go in?"
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*P.O.V by Erwin*.
After Brenin handed the pin to the dormitory caretaker, he led us on a brief tour of the vast place. He pointed out important locations within the dormitory, and we encountered some boys who eyed us from head to toe. Initially, the boys paid us no attention, but upon seeing us with Professor Martha, their scrutiny intensified.
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Brenin wasted no time—he spotted the bed in his room, and without a word to me, he flung himself onto it, instantly falling asleep. That boy was truly peculiar; how could he doze off so swiftly?
Alone, I lay there, staring at the ceiling, reflecting on the past few days. It had been a whirlwind—funny moments like facing Arnold, and nerve-wracking ones like the guards threatening us with arrest or worse.
I could not believe that after what happened, I had taken my chance by coming to the academy. I felt proud of my decision. If rejection awaited me, I’d find another path to pursue my dream.
Yet, Martha’s words echoed in my mind. Why did she imply that following in my father’s footsteps was wrong? I admired him; becoming like him was my aspiration. The topic irked me, so I pushed it aside.
Restless, I got out of bed and did some exercises, awaiting the principal’s verdict. Minutes later, a knock interrupted my thoughts. Assuming it was the caretaker with our bags, I opened the door—only to find the principal scrutinizing me from head to toe.
"M-Mr. Principal..." I said surprised, not expecting him to be here after such a short time;
"I see that you have settled in..." said the principal with a relaxed air, who without too many pretensions, entered the room, sitting in an empty chair.
"What are you doing standing there? Come here and sit down?" said the principal, who behaves like it were his house, leaving me a little stunned.
"Ok..."
I sat in front of him, and for a few seconds, we looked into each other's eyes; those seconds seemed endless, where his look so deep and decisive, made me a little agitated, increasing the tension in the room.
After that, he finally started talking, thus breaking the ice;
"How do you feel? Do your ribs still hurt?"
I was a little blown away by the question, expecting him to tell me something else; after a little period of dissagment, I i bent a little to the right and a little to the left, to see if I was still feeling pain.
"Mhh..I feel a bit of pain, but it's bearable."
"Oh, I'm glad..." said the principal, sketching a slight smile. — "What do you think of your opponent, Arnold?"
I thought a little about my fight against that guy, trying to analyze every characteristic of my opponent;
"Well... Arnold possesses considerable power, and his rock 'armor', made it harder to hurt him..."
"Is that all?"
"No... He had a lot of power, but he didn't know how to handle it and there was no technique behind the way he was trying to attack me. That's why it was easy for me to dodge most of his shots without any problems..." I added, seeing how, for much of the fight, I had a good advantage over him.
"You're right... apart from those two/three shots, right?" said the professor in a sarcastic tone of voice, pointing precisely to the center of his chest.
" I-I got distracted..." I said embarrassed, starting to scratch my head and looking away from the principal, who made a little amused grimace.
Then thinking about Arnold, a question immediately arose in my mind: what had happened to him? Had he been expelled just as Brenin had said?
"Mr. Principal, sir... What happened to Arnold? Is he okay?"
The principal looked at me with a slightly astonished air, and only after a few moments, he replied; "Mr. Arnold is fine. Unfortunately, as a result of your victory, he was expelled, and has already left the dorm. It's one of the main rules of our academy..."
"Ah..." I knew the answer, but anyway, inside me, I was hoping to be wrong;
"Are you sad?" the principal asked me.
"A little... but if I hadn't won, now I wouldn't have a chance to hope for my own admission, I'm right?"
"... You're a very sincere guy, Erwin" said the principal, slowly touching his beard, making me slightly embarrassed.
For a couple of seconds, the silence dropped again; the seconds seemed to become minutes, and as the principal watched me, I felt the pressure skyrocket; I kept thinking about when it would give me the results;
The principal, he breathed a small sigh, finally breaking the silence that had been created.
"I'll get straight to the point: You're an elementless, right?"
The principal looks at me with an attentive and sharp look, ready to find any lie I would have said at that moment; that look made me a little agitated, but I had decided not to be influenced by this problem of mine anymore.
"That's right professor... I'm an elementless."
Amazed, the principal was remained silent for a few seconds, looking at me with a perplexed look; then he smiled, as my answer amused him...
"Oh... I didn't expect you to admit it so easily" said the principal, touching his beard.
"Well, It doesn't make sense to hide it, it just puts more pressure on me and doesn't make me think straight"
"Mh... you look slightly different..." The principal answered, looking at me carefully; I was a little surprised to hear them say the same words that Professor Martha said; I didn't know exactly what they meant by that, but at least, it didn't sound bad, judging by their almost satisfied expressions.
We remained silent and watched each other for a few seconds; I didn't understand what he meant by that sentence, but from the way he said it and from his tone of voice, he seemed almost happy with this 'change' of mine;
"I admit you're smart boy." - the principal started to speak again – "You have a great talent for martial arts, and your instinct for the fight is formidable."
The principal paused, starting to ruminate about something;
"The problem, is that you are an elementless, and as you well know, we don't take elementless. I'm very undecided about what to do with you, because taking you would put both you and me in trouble."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Exactly what I said." replied the principal, with a strange smile that appeared on his face – "Obviously, some professors will not be happy with my choice, and will come to me personally to discuss it; as for you instead... Because of how the elementless are seen, I do not rule out that more than one person can create you some problems. What's more, you're from a poor district, so I think it's going to be tough for you, very hard. Also—!"
"I already know that it will be tough for me here." - I replied decisively, not letting the principal finish the sentence, who looked at me with astonished eyes. - "I didn't come here thinking it would be a walk in the way. I'm ready to do anything to achieve my dreams."
The principal looked at me with watchful eyes for a few seconds; then he burst into a fat laugh, leaving me blown away and perplexed at the same time, wondering what I had said about so much fun that I made him laugh like that.
"Oh oh oh... You're really disrespectful, you know?" said the principal in a sarcastic tone, referring to the fact that I didn't let him finish what he wanted to say.
Mortified, I bowed slightly - "E-Excuse me...";
"Oh, it doesn't matter...Professor Martha has the same character as you, I'm used to it now" replied the principal who, with a serene and calm look, got up from his chair, then headed for the front door.
"Welcome to the Academy of a Thousand Magic Arts, Erwin. In the evening, in addition to bringing your things, you will be assigned your section ... Well, I hope you can make your dreams come true, boy."
The principal, after announcing those words that I so long waited to hear with trepidation, went out the door without adding anything else;
I was speechless, sitting in that chair and staring into the void in front of me; the way things had turned out a few moments earlier, I really believed that I was now a doomed Instead, I had managed to get into the Academy of a Thousand Arts, just as Dad had done.
"What is that pathetic expression on your face?" Brenin asked, yawning, as soon as he woke up.
"Eh...eheh... I have been admitted to the academy!" I replied, still in disbelief; at that moment, I didn't know what kind of expression I had on my eyes, but from Brenin's annoyed expression, it had to be just clumsy.
"Well, Martha told you that, right? Congratulations." said Brenin who, giving another yawn, turned to the other side of the bed, falling back asleep the next moment;
Only at that moment, I finally realized what I had done: I had managed to get into the academy, damn it!
*Erwin's P.O.V.End*
*****
"Anf! Anf! Anf!"
I was running through the alleys of Veras, running away to save my life; I believed that after being expelled, I would no longer have anything to do with him; instead, now he was chasing me, ready to snatch my life without hesitation.
At that moment I wanted to run as fast as I could, but the wound in my ribs certainly didn't help, with excruciating pain slowly radiating all over my body; every fiber in me required me to stop, but if I stopped, I was sure I would die. Therefore, I gritted my teeth, and ignoring every signal given by my brain, I ran against the pain, in a vain attempt to save my life.
Somehow, I had managed to sow them in the narrow and wet alleys of Veras; normally, no one would do such a stupid as it is dangerous thing in the capital, yet in that damn place where I ran non-stop, there were no magic cameras or patrols; I knew that every second that passed would be essential, and that therefore, if I didn't want to die, I had to get out of those alleys immediately and alert people to danger.
For a couple of seconds, I believed that, somehow, I had managed to escape the danger, as I no longer felt any presence behind me; but then, when I turned the corner for the umpteenth time, I stopped abruptly, with a shiver that went down my entire back.
In front of me, immersed in the fog of those dark alleys and slightly illuminated by the light of the street lamps, a left figure appeared, covered by a long black tunic and his face covered by a white mask.
"N... No..."
The man in front of me approached in slow steps and I, by instinct, began to step back slowly. As he came out of that fog, I noticed in his hands two small sickles, which he began to rotate slowly, increasing the speed every second.
At that point the panic took over my body, and i tried to turning around and escape from that bastard. Strangely, the man behind me did not follow me, and only after a few meters, I realized why; behind me there was another man, with clothes similar to those of the sinister figure armed with sickles, but this man had a much more massive physique than his colleague; the imponent man carried with him a huge bat, with a metal head that had numerous anvils.
I stopped suddenly, sliding on the wet floor of that alley. I quickly looked around, looking for any way to get out of here, but I immediately realized that it was impossible for me to escape those two assassins.
"Damn, it took you some time to come here, you pig!" said the man armed with scythe, with an annoyed tone of voice.
"Uff.. Ugh... sorry, X. You know that endurance has never been good." the man with the powerful physique replied with difficulty, trying to recover from that frenetic run.
"Tsk!"
The man armed with the sickles, like the most terrible God of death, approached me, ready to end my life for good.
"Why...why?! I did everything you asked me!"
The man, uttering those sentences, stopped for a few seconds; then, like the most sadistic of criminals, he began to laugh out loud; his laughter echoed through the alley; united with the darkness of the night, the fog and that uncaring robe, he made his figure even more sinister, paralyzing me from the fear.
"Are you really wondering why? And yet, you should know! For us it is a risk to leave you free. You know too many things about us and our misssion, so we have to kill you. And for the record, if you want to blame someone, blame yourself for being expelled by an idiot smaller than you. And yet, you took the drug to empower yourself, didn't you? Tsk, you're such an inept!"
It was enough to look at his body language to understand that he was really serious about killing me. I absolutely had to look for a way out of that situation.
"W-Wait! I won't say anything! I will work for you again! And then, if you kill me, my parents won't be silent...then? What do you say?"
Through the two holes on his mask, I could see the eyes of that bastard, who looked at me like I was shit; I hated that look, but if I had to go through scum in order to survive, then I would have done it.
"Well... that's not a bad idea." - said the man, who stopped suddenly his walk, making me believe that for me the worst had passed. - "But you see, unfortunately for you... Ahhh... I don't know how to tell you, maybe it's easier if I show it to you."
The man raised his dark, heavy tunic; attached to him, there were three full sacks, which gave off a nauseating smell. I didn't know what was inside of those sacks, until, from one of the bags, I caught a glimpse of something dripping; I looked at that bag well, and with horror I realized that what was dripping from that bag was nothing but blood.
"H-Hey... what's in there?"
The man did not answer, throwing that sack at me instead, which, touching the ground, made a strange noise; the sack, which was open, let out the contents inside, and as soon as my frightened eyes saw what came out from that sack, I entered a state of despair and terror.
"T-T-T-This is...No....No!!"
"Ehehehe... what's up, don't you recognize your father's head? Here I also have your little brother and your dear mommy..." said in a sarcastic tone the bastard with the sickle pointing to the bags he was carrying, amused by that macabre situation.
At that moment, all my certainties had definitively collapsed; at the same time, at that moment I realized that those bastards would never leave me alive, no matter what I said, I was fucked this time.
"Tsk! Don't you even do a little resistance? Aren't you pissed at me for cutting your parents' "hair" badly?" he said provocatively the bastard in front of me, who was trying in every way to make me nervous.
Not receiving an answer, the man was enraged, and to my surprise, he put the sickles away.
"B, you take care of it. The bastard made me not want to kill him no more..."
At that moment, in the midst of all that despair, I saw a glimmer of hope; the fact that he had put the sickles away, gave me one more chanche to somehow break through his 'line', and to be able to escape from that damn alley. I didn't know if I could make it, but I knew I would die anyway, if I failed.
I jumped up, and covering my body with a thin but resistant layer of rock, I loaded with all my might the bastard named X.
Unexpectedly though, he moved away from my trajectory, freeing my way.
"H-Hey X! What are you..."
"Hey, I told you, I lost interest in this idiot...You take care of it."
At that moment, I remembered that B took much longer than us to reach each other, believing it was slow. A small smile appeared on my face, as by now, I saw the light at the end of the tunnel as close as possible to me.
But suddenly, I saw a huge shadow darken me; I raised my eyes, and with surprise, I saw that energumeno, carrying that huge bat with him as if it were made of paper.
Before I could even say or do anything, that huge bat violently hit my skull, causing me to violently bang my head against the hard, paved ground.
Incredibly, in addition to not having lost consciousness, at that moment I did not feel any pain; strange, I tried to touch my head, but realizing that I could not move my arm; indeed, at that moment, I realized that I could not move any limb of my body, leaving me completely scared.
Only after a few seconds, I realized that I had lost a huge amount of blood, to the point of finding myself inside a puddle of sticky blood.
"Wow! I can see his fucking brain!" B exclaimed, happy with what he did. Damn, if it was as he said, then I was really doomed. I started crying, cursing myself for bringing misfortune and ruin to my family, choosing, because of some money, to smell their shitty drugs.
"B, hurry up, there's no time to waste...."
"Yes, yes...I know, relax."
B began to turn that incredible hammer at an absurd speed, thus showing me all his physical and athletic abilities. Then, with one hand, he stopped the hammer; he raised his arm, and like the cruelest of the hitmen, he let his deadly weapon down to my head. At that moment, I saw my life flow before my eyes like a movie, realizing that I hadn't done anything special in my 16 years of life. Then, my only memory was that kid... Erwin... The way he fought was really cool, and in his eyes, the moment he defeated me, I caught a glimpse of the determination to face everything; I didn't know him, but I would have liked to be his friend.
"Maybe, if I hadn't taken this bad road..."
The cold hammer ended his rapid and unstoppable run against my skull, thus putting an end to my young life...
END OF CHAPTER 25.2 – Goals