Kapitel 21: Accidently meeting Chris Evans
(Nice to whoever understands the joke, if not now, later.)
Oliver continued to wander through the forest, did he just really easily brush off a possible fight with a pro? Yes.
Would he fuck her? Definitely, but he wouldn't do it right away, Nah he wanted to make friends with her. He didn't want her as a 'Woman.' just a friend.
His plan was to find someone who would be a good impact on the Princess, someone kind and nice, hopefully with someone who has a fat fucking ass, but that's a personal preference.
Oliver had already decided that if he had the choice, he'd build a harem. Not because he had ulterior motives, other than the mind-blowing sex he'd put them through, no he wanted to because he felt it was his right, who reincarnates and doesn't aim for the harem route?
Oliver stopped as he looked up to the sky, thinking. ''Rei would, maybe a small chance of a more poly type relationship? Like two girls and no one else? But definitely not a harem, he's more the lovey-dovey devotion type... He went as a ninja in naruto right? Hope it's the milf Tsunade or Mei, I pray for you Rei.'' He crossed his heart before continuing to walk through the forest.
''Though... With the freak Jack was, he'd fuck anything as long as it was of legal age and had something to fuck. Weirdo, who the fuck plays a changeling bard without being freaky?"
Oliver clicked his tongue as he continued, soon he could feel an intense heat hitting against him, unlike the suns heat this was sudden and came with a strong wind, looking around he saw what seemed to be licks of blue flame, slowly he made his way over to see a child practicing using a flame quirk. Strange place to use it, in the middle of the forest, but he was one to talk.
He could smell the burning flesh and he focused, staring at the child. Blue flames, self-harm? He knew only one emo who fit the bill but had completely forgotten his name he spoke out.
''Hey Kid, Flame on amiright?''
The kid looked up sharply to him and, being the son of a pro-hero he had been targeted before, though his father never cared he learned to protect himself, sending a jettison of flame towards Oliver.
Oliver vanished, the air he released when he did cause the flames to disperse fast before the child heard a voice behind him. ''Hey kid, want a hint on how to control your quirk?''
The kid sent another jet of flames behind him, hoping to hit the guy only for him to reappear in front of him, the guy's suit was taken off, leaving him in a dark red button shirt, the top few buttons undone to let his chest breath, his sleeves rolled up. The only thing left was the black suspenders, the guy's hands in his slack pockets.
"Weird, your quirk is an emitter type, don't emitters usually have a resistance to their own quirk?''
Another jet of flame, this time Oliver appeared crouched on a tree, his elbows resting on his knees.
''Ah, I get it. Quirk marriage child hm? Possibly between a fire user and someone who has an opposite quirk... Ice? You must've got the flame genes, but lacked the resistant genes.''
This time the kid stopped, the flames dying out, but he continued to observe Oliver with his glaring eyes.
''I mean, I can't be entirely sure, but let's try a few things. First, tell me about your parents, what'd you get?''
''Fire from my father, cold resistance from my mother.'' The kid continued to watch him, being careful.
''Cold resistance? Did anyone ever go in-depth with it, or where you just labeled a failure and moved on from?''
There was a flinch from the child.
''Ah, sorry to hear that. How about this, let's try a few things, first instead of releasing the flames directly from your skin, have you tried pushing it a bit further? Even just a hair away from your skin is enough, you're an emitter type so it should be possible.''
The kid stopped a moment, thinking about it. He had never tried, looking to his hand he focused on it, slowly just half an inch above his hand, a small blue flame appeared. Seeing this his eyes widened and he looked up, only to find Oliver standing in front of him.
"See? Shit's easy, don't know why people don't think about this shit. You have cold resistance right? Your mom had ice or something? Focus on that. You should feel the heat from the wounds, focus on that cold resistance and focus it around the heat.''
The child watched him a moment before he decided to follow him and focus, his eyes closing. It was slow at first but slowly the warmth of his skin began to fade, the few pieces of skin burned noticeably getting better, the pain slowly leaving him. Not understanding exactly how it was working, his eyes opened and he saw a shit-eating grin on Oliver.
''Was totally bullshitting, to be honest, but good to see it work. See your resistance might not help, but it is ice resistance, so the resistance itself should be extremely cold. So if you try and channel it should, in bullshit theory, help the rest. IT doesn't help in immediate situations, but it definitely helps lessen the pain, good job kid.''
The moment Oliver finished speaking and hearing the words 'Good job' directed to him, tears began to slowly fill his eyes before he broke down into tears, slumping to his knees as he began to sob loudly.
Oliver left him there, not moving to touch him or pick him up like he did Himiko, she was only six, but this kid was thirteen or something like that. What this kid needed wasn't someone to hold him, but to just let it all out, and he did.
Oliver ended up sitting in front of him and simply waiting, letting the kid let it all out.
(Pa-treon and Discord.)
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