Chương 3: Reminder
Dante now stood up menacingly, looking up back onto the cart at Michael.
Dante pulled his hands back and yelled "This is the power I've practiced with since birth!" As Dante said this. Flames grew in his hands. He aimed them steadily at Michael who was in the carriage.
Michael stood his ground. He swung his spear to the pointy side and prepared for combat. He knew this was going to be dangerous, but he knew his prediction about this being safe levels of dangerous, would be true. Micheal looked at Dante, surprised at the fire gathering in his hands. 'Fire!? I can't do that! Are these the powers of the other pathways he talked about? I know my predictions are true, but, how is this only slightly dangerous!?'
Dante was now more enraged than ever and his flames began to grow larger than his hands. He wasn't holding back anymore. Dante planned on forcing Micheal of the carriage to fight him on equal ground. Even though Dante didn't normally put effort into anything, when he was enraged, Dante was capable of many great feats.
At this moment, however, the guard opened his eyes. He raised his head and looked at Dante. With a deep and powerful authoritative voice which seemed to naturally command respect and obedience, he said, "Fighting is not allowed in this area."
With this sentence being muttered, Dantes' fire seemed to clip out of existence in an instant. 'What… just what is this massive pressure I feel?..' Dante thought as he buckled to his knees sweating due to the overwhelming pressure. He struggled to look up at the guard and thought 'Fuck, we were too rowdy on someone elses property… oh well.'
Micheal saw Dante struggling on his knees due to the overwhelming pressure and was shocked to his core from the power the guard presented. Looking over at the guard, he was a little fearful, 'This… this is no longer on the same level of power that orc and I have! Combining the fact that they are called pathways and the scroll I found said step 1, clearly the guard is on a much higher 'step' than any of us!' Micheals' gaze to the guard remained fearful, but now contained a trace of admiration. 'Such overwhelming power… I'll achieve that too!' Looking back at the orc, his face produced a sneer, seeing that the orc got what he deserved.
But then, the guard turned his gaze towards Micheal, and Micheal found that his back suddenly seemed to grow 10x heavier, as if there was an invisible weight pressing down him. 'Fuck! Micheal inwardly thought, he's targeting me too!' Micheal let go of his spear and tried to put his hands up to show submission, but found his hands were too heavy as the pressure forced him to drop down to his knees, sweating.
"Violators will be punished!" The guard said, as the weight grew even heavier and the two were pressed into the ground, unable to even kneel.
'Frick!' Dante thought. Micheal and Dante were hardly able to even think as the pressure overwhelmed his body. After a short period of time which seemed like forever, the guard released his pressure, and Micheal and Dante were barely able to struggle back up to their feet.
The carriage driver then sighed. "You lot wouldn't last a second in the capital!" He pointed at Dante. "You've better tone down your sense of superiority! Else you might silently disappear in the capital one day. You're not better than anyone!" Afterwards, he looked over at Micheal, "Quick to act, eh? But your barbarian ways would quickly land you in jail over at the capital! You weren't touched, not even threatened! Resolving words with violence are the ways of the dangerous, stupid, and uncivilized! You all will thank me later when you broaden your horizons at the capital."
Dante was confused. Back in his village this is how all the orcs treated each other like this. 'I guess I'll have to get used to how humans in cities treat each other so that I'll achieve my goal of becoming the as lazy as possible.' he thought.
When Micheal heard this, he thought, 'It's true, words should be resolved with words, and violence should only be used against violence. Although his actions were provoking, he didn't even threaten me.' Micheal inwardly remembered this lesson. He would make sure not to make the same mistake again!
Micheal and Dante shortly looked at each other with a glare, before looking back at the carriage and mounting it peacefully, both striving to do better.
The rest of the carriage went on like this. Silent. Both of them did not deign to start another argument with each other, after all, they were trying to be better, and starting an argument unprovoked certainly wouldn't help. At the same time however, it was too awkward to try to make friendly conversation, especially with a person who one believes the other to be terrible.
Eventually, the carriage arrived at the capital. With the grand city walls within view, an equally long line leading to a gate. Lining up at the end of the gate, Micheal looked around, amazed at the grandity of everything, but also confused. 'The gate has so much space open! Why is everyone walking in single file? Why is everyone so damn slow? Not a single person has tried to just simply go ahead through, and there are guards on the sides of the line!' Seeing the guards, Micheal took a glance at Dante before quickly retracting it.' For what purpose? Seems I'll have a lot to learn before I'm truly ready to live here.'
Dante looked at the gate and the lines of people too. He saw them being orderly and not drop kicking each other. 'Back in the village, everyone was not so… homey to each other like this…' this brought a singular tear down dante's face. He was so close to achieving his dream of doing nothing, and this gate was probably one of the last obstacles on this journey before he masters the perfect pathway. Here he could finally learn of the Novice Summoner Pathway, and have an army of minions at his disposal to take care of any problems he ever had.
Time flew, and eventually it was the turn of the carriage to pass by the gates...
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