4-07: The Irrelevance of Pain and Wounds (1/4)

4-07: The Irrelevance of Pain and Wounds (1/4)

I will

Definitely

Bring you back

It wont end like this.

This isnt the ending we deserve.

So I will rewrite it.

Ill do it all over again.

And once more, my dear flower shall bloom once again.

If my rationality and common sense shall be in the way of that

If my position and the laws shall be shackles to that

If my pride and dignity as a human shall fetter me, then

I will abandon it all! All of it!

What a predictable and foolish man. But just a little, I find that foolishness of yours enviable

Great Grandfather? That thing!?Updated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m

The first one to be surprised when that name was dropped was none other than the great-granddaughter.

She had somehow managed to drag her listless body to where the maids had been safely released, but just when she was at an arms reach, Shinichi dropped that bomb.

It was such an unbelievable story that despite how much she trusted Shinichi she found herself in disbelief.

But the person in question appeared completely unperturbed.

Not a hint of annoyance or anguish or irritation could be seen on him. No, he didnt have the leisure to.

The enemy standing before him was an irrational monster with the power of Skill S.

Moreover, someone who possessed the power to destroy the advantage of those that could transfer their souls.

One step wrong, and he could be instantly destroyed.

Shinichi could tell that his Status had already been elevated forcefully through the application of dangerous medicines.

Thats why his body wont even last 30 minutes.

Though it was not to the extent as when he tormented Kite, the alchemist was once again covered in an armor of muscles.

Moreover, unlike before, his face was no longer as childlike, instead being that of a young man.

That face So he really is great grandfather!?

Upon seeing that, Lilisha was finally convinced.

She had seen many portraits of the Sorcerer King in the course of studying history, and the face the alchemist wore now was a splitting image of the Sorcerer King in his youth.

There was no reason for him to go out of his way to make himself look like her great grandfather when he was fighting someone as dangerous as Shinichi.

If anything, he had maintained a childish face this whole time, so him aging must be a sign that he was finally in a predicament and was starting to panic.

Perhaps this was even the true objective behind the boys provocations.

Gulp, mn, haa 30 minutes is enough! I, the Sorcerer King, have not gone senile enough to lose to a child like you!

It was curious if he didnt hear the princess, but he threw a large number of suspiciously-colored pills into his mouth, then he declared himself as the Sorcerer King and bravely kicked off against the ground.

Does the word forbidden even exist in your dictionary, you junkie?

The old alchemist strengthened himself even more through doping, transforming his body to specialize in Strength and Agility, then as though to reenact what hed experienced, launched a simple but powerful fist at the boy.

It was a simple fist, but it lacked any superfluous parts to it, a true demonstration of the benefits of his high-performing body, and yet the boy merely crossed his arms in front of him perhaps to annoy him by showing him up where he couldnt succeed and with a sigh easily blocked his attack.

The boy didnt budge. Nay, his clothes didnt even flutter.

The ground beneath might have cracked, but the boys laughter and the alchemists bitter expression said everything.

Ive got more in store for you, Boy!

Then the alchemist launched a flurry of fists and kicks.

They might have been the crude movements of an amateur, but every blow was heavy and fast. Just a graze from the pressure released by his fists would hollow the ground, and his kicks would cut the sky and make tremble the air.

He released such powerful blows one after another without pause, a feat achievable thanks to his body being specialized for speed and power.

But at the end of the day, the mans occupation was that of an alchemist. In other words, physical combat was just something he did in his spare time; hence from every direction, so did the earth rise, and swords danced, and slimes leaped, and arms of stone fell.