Chapter 7 : Ludipo

With white soft hair and bright diluted iris he crawled across the ground of his home, his eyes directed to the darker places because of how the light easily enters his eyes.

Slowly and curiously he crawled to the sunlight on the ground, his eyes narrowed and down but still in the sight of the light.

As he entered the light warmth overwhelmed him and he fell to his chest, laying comfortably in the sun with his eyes closed.

"Strange one isn't he?" A voice in the room asked.

"Strange? No matter even if he acts like that he looks strange, white like a ghost, but as lazy as hell." A man said angerily, complaining about his son.

"So what if he's strange, he's still ours Jard." A woman said while looking over her son gently, sitting next to the sunlight.

The man in long robes started to walk out to the direction of the exit, nodding approvaly at the woman. "You should be happy that there's nothing wrong with him, it's just appearance that's different."

"Nothing wrong?!" The man shouted back.

"Jard!" The woman became outraged.

"You complain about everything that doesn't look normal, but he's our son so least shut up about this, please?"

Hemidallr began to cry from the sudden shouts and the woman began caring him, lifting him off the raw wooden plank floor and rocked him in her grasp.

"Also, register your son to the temple at the age. It'll be a shame to not support our village with such a child with strong mana." The preist stated before leaving out through the front door of the house.

The small family was left in their home alone in silence, Hemidallr once again roaming under the furniture of the lounge/kitchen. Looking around for something to peak his interest.

"Even when I was his age I didn't waddle around like a cat. You better not give birth to another strange thing like that boy." Jard pointed to his wife in accusion and went to the doorway.

The woman frowned, watching Jard packing up his equipment hanging besides the door frame, a hoe and a pitch-fork.

"And how will that be?" She thought out loud.

"When I do you harder. Just like the field, the harder I farm the better crops the village get." He then shut the door behind him and ran off to his destination out of the territory of houses.

She pick herself up off the ground and walked towards Hemidallr who was under the chairs, punching the legs in disappointment? It wasn't a bad looking chair, it was just plain wooden contructed by different pieces of shaped wood.

As Hemidallr kept punching the leg it slid off from its position under the seat and the whole chair came falling down, separating to its own units.

He started crying and the woman came hurring over, pulling away the heavy wood pieces off of him.

"Are you okay? You idiot of course it'll fall if you kept hitting it." Taking all the pieces off him she hugged him for comfort, rubbing his head and back to make sure it was fine.

While she was holding him she saw a cut on his neck slowly healing, the skin mending back over the red bloody flesh.

"Huh?" She patted his neck where the cut was but it felt like it wasn't there in the first place. "Maybe his neck was just hot." She thought out loud as she kept hugging the crying baby.

|- Athanlos Perspective -|

Inside the abyss Athanlos slightly influence Hemidallr to punch the chair to kill something residing on the backside of the chair leg.

That was a lich bug, why was a lich bug on that chair? I thought as I watch the bug rot and vanish off the wooden piece like white sand.

"Was that you?" Lythwyn asked behind me. "I'm pretty sure babies don't know how to balance with only one arm as they crawl."

He shook his head casually, denying his involvement with Hemidallr strange behavior. "You suspect me Lythwyn?" In a superior tone.

"Anyone would if they're in this situation. Three souls in one, the newborn would be controlling the body as the other two would not. But only one of them knows magic and it's not controlling the body." He explained.

I tilted my head down in thought. "And how would you know it's really a soul similar to the body?"

"Educational guess." This time he didn't say how or why with his reply, just cut it off before revealing anymore information.

Really is a dangerous man, he doesn't even need to see anything to know what is what or who is who. As long as he knows it'll be impossible to hide anything related to his knowledge.

But, how vast is his knowledge? How much or what does he do not know is the question that might be even this worlds' greatest mysteries. Maybe I'm just over exerting it.

My connection to Hemidallr senses are still lingering, treading on a thin thread as I watch the screen unblinkingly.

Lythwyn went back to his strange foreign art training, soundlessly running and exercising behind me in this abyssal realm.

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"Were you a martial artist in your last life?" I shouted without looking back.

A shallow laugh came from him, a laugh that sounded like it was mocking itself.

"I knew so many things back then, it's laughable that just about all of it is useless there and unknown here. No I wasn't a martial artist, I'm more of someone who knows a lot of it and can mimic it by instinct. My talent there didn't have value except in Arugo."

I took a peak behind me and saw him blurr in ultra speed that would terrify any bare-handed fighter, his hands flashed at a imaginary target and his body moved in a way that it dodged weapons.

"Sadly there was no fist-only classes on it so I had to use Eskrima when I was a lower-level, then Zulu stickarts. I progressed from there and when to sword-wielding."

"So you are a warrior?"

"None of it was real reality, only virtual so my original body can't keep up with my own mind. But since I'm in soul form it doesn't really affect me."

He jumped far back and twisted his wrist side to side, pretending he was holding two long sitck and swirled his arms around and thrusted when least expected.

"What's your favourite style?" He kept changing his fighting forms to many different alien ones, surprising me with how brutal his actions stood out as his appearance didn't seem like the type to be able to do such performance.

"Can't remeber it's name, but it was made by a woman, or so said the tale." He stood straight up and striked the air but cocked his arm and did a imediate punch that was no different from the last one.

"Is that it?" A bit unimpressed.

"No, that was my own style. Of course I wouldn't be standing up like that in a real right." He crouched down and charge forward harshly, lifting his upper body upwards and doing the same punch but ducked down and did another from below.

"Why punch once when you can punch twice?" He breathed out as he did a series or rapid movements with another following it. "Anyone would expect that you'll attack from one side and another but would happens if you keep attacking the same place?"

"It's predictable." I answered.

He then vanish from his position and was standing two steps behind of where he was punching. "It does, their senses would focus on that spot and then that creates a blind everywhere else. Our eyes aren't perfect nor our responses."

Wait, when did he get there?

"Sadly all mobs in Arugo has perfect sense and thus I had to create even more ruthless techniques."

He then moved in serveral different places for awhile in the in specific spots, but the longer I watched the more I feel like I was falling. He's..

- Becoming faster?

|- Outside Perspective -|

Out in the long grassy plains a breeze washes over the land, watched over by one of the most powerful existences of the worlds. The sun.

And on these wavy plains whose grass grow as long as the height of a wild wolf a village is hidden in the ocean of light greens.

Meanwhile out in the trail of the village a man was walking along the dirt path in the grass with two long tools laying on his shoulders.

His short hair rustle along with the grass and he heaved up around the hills, his boots digging into the uneven hard ground.

Once he reached the peak of the hillside he saw the other side of the plains, different as there was another dozens of tall and or wide plants growing on the hills.

The hills on the farms were leveled and colonized, wooden walls held the ground to even the surface and make it easier for the workers.

There were other farmers in the field, leading the ox's through the maze as they sat on the wagon or were hidden, digging in the farm to weed out parasites or pluck out unwanted speices living besides/on the crops.

Jard finally got off the track and jumped over the small cobblestone wall that protected the field from rodents and looked around.

He then walked on the main path and a man driving his wagon came into sight in the distant. The man driving then jumped up and waved to him.

"Jard! I heard you got a preist to check out your son because he looks as white as the clouds." The man laughted on his wagon, as he hurried the ox.

A person then jumped out of the leaves of the crop that made Jard stop look at him. Just another guy whose face was painted with dirt.

"Did you really? Jard! I mean seriously, even if he does look weird he's still your son, not some beast of Gavirt." He then climbed out of the tall stalks and brushed his dirty clothes.

At the backround there were men hauling supplies and boxes along the wall and another shout came from the village, transporting another a heap of dried flowery grass in a cart.

"Oi, shut up. Can't you see he's angry?" The owner of the voice came from behind then hugged the grumpy man with his right arm and rocked both of them on the spot. "I bet he did it because he's worried for Hemidallr. Right?"

"I just got the preist in the house a few minutes ago. How did you guys even know about this?" Jard pushed off the too interactive guy off him, slightly a bit annoyed.

There was a few grunts but the dirty man coughted and changed the subject, noone wanted to give out that they stalk each other now would they? Afterall it's quite the small village so it's easy to pick up anything with just a bit of listening.

"You know, you can marry off your son to my daughter when he's 13 if you want. We've been friends since kids so why not merge the family aye?" He gave a loveable smile.

"You don't need to cheer me up Franz, you don't even have a child."

"Not yet, Jasmine is finally pregnet and the preistess said it was a girl!" Franz said excitedly as he gripped his backpack straps tigher in his grasp.

"Whatcya talkin' bout?" The one who was driving his wagon from eariler drove past them and jumped down and landed on the two, pushing Franz over aside a bit before he fitted his arms around them.

"Just hi-" The man besides him spoke quicker then Jard, makign him stop halfway.

"Marriage! Just like old times!" He was sorter then the rest but was much louder that it caught the others attention.

"You guys never give Jard any space don't ya?" A voice came from behind them, a few of them took a glance and greeted the tall thin man who was looking at them neuturally.

The sorter man gave a grin and jumped on him playfully.

"Then again, only you Roger don't give two shits about space. Everyone else just jumps on Jard because he's the strongest." He then muttered about his house being attacted to another and animals on his yard.

The blond haired man who was hanging on Jard and Franz started to lift himself up, putting all his weight on them and grinned cheekily.

"Ah shit! Let go off me Johann! My stuff would fall out because of you!" Franz was holding onto his bag strongly because the man holding him was using his bag as grip.

"About marriage." Johann ignored Franz and look to his side where he was mainly using Jard to carry him. He looked fine, more like if he wasn't carrying him in the first place.

"Wha- Argh!" Johann fell off the air and faceplanted on the ground.

"That's what you get for being lazy." Franz called out and shrugged his shoulders.

The tall thin man came walking over and threw Johann back up in the air like a swing, watching him fly back up in to the air and plant his feet to the ground.

"Thanks Oliver." Johann groaned out and went behind the group and followed where ever they were walking off to.

"Hey, who's driving your wagon?" Roger asked, latching on Oliver like a leech.

"I'm pretty sure the transporters already got it." Johann said carefreely.

"Nope, your ox is still moving." Franz pointed the moving cart that was running over the crops with his thumb.

"You know you're going to have those wheat if its wrecked." Jard stated at the hesitant Johann.

Johann then started moving backwards slowly with a frozen face.

"I'll be back." He whispered before bursting into a run that ripped the ground under his feet.

[A/N] : Was suppose to do serveral chapter releases tomorrow but plot changed and had to redo chapters. But for reward for waiting least a finished chapter and spoiler pic.

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Took me 2 ⅟₂ Hours so please enjoy it ;-;