"You can't catch me!"
"Come back here, you brat!"
In a street; no, on a skeleton of a street; where saws and lumber were scattered everywhere, with bare houses by their side, waiting to be completed as the final pieces of their puzzle was yet far to be placed.
In that street, there was a boy. Creating smoke as he ran without care, blowing the sawdust to the side and leaving the workers to have no choice but to cover their noses and eyes. Some, however, seemed to have already lost their tolerance as they started chasing the boy.
"I am King Van! Thou shall not catch me! Aha!"
The boy then stopped running as he turned around, revealing the obviously painted scar on his face and continuing to mock the workers chasing him.
"Ah! Kid, that road isn't dry--"
"Gah! What is this vile magic!?"
"There he goes, someone get something to pull the brat out. Whose child is this anyway?"
Hi, this might be the last volume of My Hermes System... and what I can promise you, is that this will be the craziest yet!
As always, thank you for reading!