Chapitre 15: 15
"Wait, wait! Hold up a second you old coot!".
My voice rang in the martial arena. I have no idea what the heck my parents and the Patriach agreed on, but fuck! He was coming after me so hard like I stoled something from the vault, and that just annoys me to no end as the treasures that was given to me rejected me so thoroughly like an ex that believed they where better than me, how dare they look down on me?!.
"Focus kid, put that body to good use, swing, dodge, dance and fight back, get your tempo right!. Your newly awakened perception is something only Rank III Pathwalkers own. You've been able to awaken it even earlier, but it nothing special if you can't put it to good use! Prediction, clairvoyance, even future sight are all possible when properly cultivated, so push it, read the motions, don't just use your eyes!". Yelled the demon in the Patriarch skin, looking more determined than even myself as he walloped me brutally. I was the one getting beaten up like no one's business, so why in Nine Hells was he looking so focused? It was driving me nuts!.
One of the many wonders of the Elen Family lifestyle is the brutal as fuck training regime. A week after hugging deaths' thighs and being shooed away from it and back to the land of the living, the murderous Patriarch already had it out for my ass.
Considering that none of the relics he had so graciously, upon the threat and persuasion of my parents, let me choose from was willing to bond with me, it went without saying that he wasn't too pleased about it. Understandably so, being that the armament and what not he owned numbered aplenty and where as rare as they came, not to mention the lifebound artefacts in his possession and yet… they all rejected me, brutally. My very presence was repulsive to them as the cornered at the edges of the treasure ring in…fear? The old bastard was not pleased at the turn of events.
Though he believed that somewhere within my reignite soul, lay an object or objects of power that repelled any of the rest he had from forming any bond with myself. Not too surprising as The Old Man with grey orbs for eyes had promised me a boon? Gift? Either way, there was something within me, waiting to be discovered by me.
But right now, I was having daylight beaten out of me, I hurt everywhere, fathers' training regime few years back was incomparable to what I was going through right now. Calling it training was honestly too much of a stretch, as I was having my ass pummelled from one end of the training field to the other end without respite.
The Patriarch had decided to take it upon himself to teach me the basics of self-defence, because apparently, I sucked at it. And for the duration of my stay here, however long or short it may be, I was going to have my ass kicked daily until I learnt something out of it. Typical loving family stuff, nothing out of the ordinary, which means my screams of pain and bloody murder didn't mean jack to the bland faced monster ruining my behind, nor my dad who was watching it all go down whilst wiping a mega huge shoulder cannon. Yeah, this family was absolutely crazy.
Via having my behind smacked around like crazy, I learnt pretty quickly that my reaction speed had increased by a huge margin compared to well, when I was ten. It was not a meagre increase either, as high speed fight and movement had turned out to be pretty slow for my eyes, best part of the whole thing was the fact that my body wasn't lagging behind. That did not mean that I was holding out fine against this monster of a man who was pummelling me silly. Being able to track an attack and react accordingly did not connotes to suddenly becoming the strongest in the room, inasmuch as I could see and sense the trajectory of his movement, dodging was another issue itself, it was as though his fist was simply just attracted to my body. Fuck! I don't swing that way!
A loud smack on my right cheek had me tumbling on the floor like some unloved ragdoll, and there and then I decided I had had enough. Lying on my back with my arms and feet sprawled out like some fallen angel whilst I faced the blue sky above, my bronze skin glistening with sweat and decorated with bumps and bruises all over, a side eye caught the murderous demon stalking his way towards me while he yelled words that had lost all meaning to me, a cloak of certainty covered me with knowledge that his psycho ass was unsatisfied, and should he make his way to me successfully, I was in for another round of role playing, where he was a tantrum throwing spoiled princess and myself his unfortunate ragdoll. Yeah, I wasn't about to let that happen, so I did what any main character in my position would do.
"I quit!!!" my voice rang like silent thunder, reverberating in my chest as my perception caught the sound waves of my voice spreading out and in some manner unknown to me, it turned on the dial on said sound. From silent thunder, my voice spread like crashing waves at sea, sending dust, dirt and sand flying in a circular ring from where I laid. Fucking awesome.
A micro second later and mother was next to me, dad and the Patriarch, right behind her, their eyes wide as saucers as they stared at me. It seems I had broken the norm of a matter I don't know about in detail, certainly they would fill me in, but whilst they stood next to me in shock and surprise, I was shutting out the little voice at the back of my head that was admonishing me, silly thing was yammering so much about how main characters never gave up even in troubled times, quitting was a foreign and inconceivable thought to any of them, and my quitting at having my ass whopped mocked all that true main characters stood for. Personally, I say, fuck that. Thus without further ado, I squashed that voice and didn't give any more thought to the nonsense it was trying to proselytize in my head.
"How did you do that? You haven't even stepped onto the lowest Tier of Rank One yet, not to mention Rank Three, how did you spread your voice like that?", curiosity burned bright in the poison green eyes of the Patriarch as he stared intently at me, he bored deep within my soul with his very eyes as he unearth all that I was and all that was me, his gaze left me bare as though I had just been birth from my mother's womb. I was beyond pissed as I wondered to myself what his sexual orientation was, because I. Don't. Swing. That. Way!
None expected my next actions as I swung a handful of sand into the eyes of the trio, a pair of eyes stared down at me with love and wonder; that was mother, another pair stared at me with pride and more pride, as though what happened was to be expected anyway; that was father, the final pair stared at me with curiosity that was bother line an obsession to know; the bloody Patriarch. Yeah, the last pair definitely deserved a few seconds of temporary blindness, the other two would just have to forgive my rudeness.
Cusses rained in vast quantities as I laid in temporary satisfaction about the turn of events. With a little nod of my head and a slight smile, I pushed myself to sit upright while I stared at the trio, oh never mind that, the little one and Salvatore where making their way over. Being the little menace that she was, she laid comfortably on Salvatore's back as he piggy backed her over to where we was all gathered.
"Well, why?" mother voiced in mock anger at my dumping sand in their eyes. It wasn't much of a hindrance to any of them considering how powerful they all where, but they pretended it hurt anyway.
"A certain someone was staring down at me like I was some guinea pig, trust me mother, it's not a very nice feeling" my voice is a tad scratchy and hoarse from my earlier yelling whilst I was having my tender backside deep fried. I gave a wave to my siblings and Salvatore nods in my direction, the little one on his back just grins widely like some evil Cheshire cat.
There was a lot left to do, like getting my ass healed up nice or placing balms and salvos on my many injuries, explaining to the elders what the fuck just went down and watching my parents cuff the Patriarch by the ear, I keep forgetting his name, not to mention play with my siblings, but I simply stood up and walked away. It may have been the few hours to noon, but fuck, I was beat, literally and figuratively, so I simply made my way to one of the many rooms around the training field and crashed on the bed, not giving a fuck to the blurry voices behind, me that kept speaking.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
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