43 What problem?

Within the next two hours, Rob had signed a contract identical to Chance's, trading goodwill for the acknowledgement of brotherhood.

After his figure and contract details appeared and began dancing on the grey pages in red, He was filled in regarding the pasts of the twins before being introduced properly to the abilities of the twins along with the meditation method which Chance now felt secure enough to divulge.

Expecting him to be taken aback with the bombardment of information and the weirdness of the situation, Chance lay back down on his bed expecting to take a nap before the night's antics, yet he snapped awake just as he lay his head down.

"So what are the rules to your book?" Rob asked offhandedly.

"What do you mean? If we make a deal, then you have to stick by it. It's pretty straight forward." The simplicity of Loki's answer caused Rob to become baffled.

"Do you know how many ways there are to break contracts? You've had this for so long and haven't even done a test?" Once again, the irritated look danced across his face as he looked between the twins and Chance.

"I'm an idiot…" Realizing the oversight on his part, Chance began muttering from the side while his eyes darted around the room in thought.

"Watch this." Walking over to Rykar, Rob flexed his fingers which caused crisp popping sounds to resound.

Before anyone could pose a question, Rykar's face made a ninety degree turn as Rob's hand connected beautifully along its left side.

Loki almost burst into laughter before realization struck him. Rob had just promised to act with no intention to harm them, yet he was able to slap Rykar, obviously inflicting pain?

"See, there are ways around things, I wasn't actu-" Before Rob could finish, he was already knees to the ground while Rykar towered over him while hyper ventilating.

After receiving the slap, it took him a second to come to, before wordlessly planting a solid hook into Rob's stomach. Due to the size difference, Rob took the hit expecting to brush it off with a laugh.

No matter how he looked at it, he wouldn't have expected the fist of an annoying and barely developed twelve or thirteen-year-old to pack as much punch as a rock falling from a f*cking mountain.

He was sure his stomach had exploded within his torso as he clutched at his stomach. The sound of the blow also surprised everyone else within the room as they saw the short exchange before Rob skidded backwards before falling.

Rushing over to check his condition, Chance gave the all clear as he lugged the gasping figure over to his own bed to give him some quality time to recover.

"Rykar, Loki, come here a second." Chance ushered the two over to the centre of the room before asking them to remove their upper garments.

Weirded out at first, they were both skeptical but it didn't take long for them to yield under Chance's persistence.

Stood before him now were two almost identical boys, from their eyes to the length of their hair was the same to the point it was uncanny. Besides some areas of bruising, the tones to their skin was also identical, as though they were cut from the same piece of stone.

"While in the forest, you guys were the same size, right? I man, you've always pretty much eaten and done the same things, right?" Chance inquired while circling them.

Occasionally he would poke one of the boys under their ribs, on their backs or on their shoulders before pinching or poking the other in a similar way.

"Yeah I guess so, why?" Loki replied while watching Chance inspect Rykar.

"I mean, its not obvious. But there are obvious differences between you both." Starting off uncertainly, Chance pointed out a few differences in their physique which surprised even themselves.

"If what you're saying is right and you started around the same point from the change… It's probably been around three months or so, if that, since the encounter in the tree. This would only make sense if Rykar is growing around two or three times faster than you are Loki."

Stood next to each other, the muscular development on Rykar was far superior to Loki.

While Loki still seemed slightly malnourished, he had a much fuller figure than before. There were no visible traces of his harsh upbringing apart from his naturally stony and uninviting expression and mannerisms. His body being only slightly underdeveloped for his age.

However, when compared, Rykar was already at the size of a healthy looking child with some slight separation seen within his muscles.

It was the difference between a child that grew up playing while enjoying a normal childhood and a child that grew up in a training or comparatively harsher environment.

"One more thing."

Inspired by the comment he had heard after the man had struck Rykar back in the ally, Chance extended his hands under Loki's shoulders then picked him up steadily for a few seconds to get a rough estimate for his weight.

"You should be somewhere around 45 kilograms I'd say." After a moment of contemplation, he revealed his guesstimate and moved on. "Ok, your turn."

Rykar raised his shoulders slightly in anticipation to be weighed for the first time in his life.

The first attempt at the lift failed dramatically. Watching Chance stiffen up in blatant effort before giving up caused both boys to burst into laughter. Snickers could even be heard coming over from Rob's bed, revealing that he had recovered to some extent.

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An exaggerated cough and stretch, Chance took up position once gain. Bracing his legs, he clenched his core tightly before finally getting Ryakr off of the ground.

Unlike with Loki, where he prolonged the moment, Chance released Rykar less than two seconds after getting him off the ground as he stood there gob smacked.

"Well?" Rykar, Loki and a weak sounding Rob inquired at the same time.

"He's, he has to weigh…" Chances face tensed up as though calculating within his mind. "At least 95 kilograms. I don't see how that's possible with your size, you made of rocks or something?"

"Haha, 95 kilograms of pure muscle, brains and good looks!" Rykar guaffed while strutting around the room proudly with his chest puffed out.

Contrary to Rykar's uplifted mood, Chance furrowed his brows while failing to understand how a child of less than a metre and a half tall could possibly be so heavy. The density of his body would have to be freakishly high.

"I'll be getting a scale when I next were out. I want you both to weigh yourselves every night that you can and keep it written on the wall over there." Chance finished by pointing over to the far wall, where a white board was hung.

Nodding, Loki once again put his mask on his face, which was slowly darkening, as he watched Rykar prance around the room like a show horse while flexing his pre-pubescent muscles.

Suddenly raising his head, his expression flared as a dangerous glint in Loki's eyes caused even Chance to feel uncomfortable after locking gazes with him.

"Rykar, do you still have 'that' problem?" Loki asked carefully.

"What problem? I mean, aside from having too much muscle, I'm good!" Clueless as to what His brother was talking about, Rykar started inspecting himself while flexing even harder

"You know, letting things out…" He prompted again while trying not to give anything away.

"Man, what are you talking about?"

"Well, don't say I didn't try." Loki sighed in 'resignation'. "Ever since the change in the tree house, I'm pretty sure you haven't taken a shit. Sure you said you haven't had to piss either? You sure you're not in any pain? I mean, makes sense you're pretty heavy by now."

Silence.

Silence so thick you could butter your toast with it.