Chapter 63: Clash with the Chief

Chapter 63: Clash with the Chief

There was something different in the air when Dallion woke up. A few short weeks ago he would dread this day, desperately trying to move beyond level three. Now, Dallion was looking forward to itthe day that everything would finally be settled.

The house was eerily empty, which was odd even if it was an hour after Dallions normal waking time. Nonetheless, he went to the kitchen to get some breakfast. Looking among the pots he found one with freshly steamed potatoes, as well as a small bowl of fresh butter. Good thing it hadnt gone bad. Considering that the village didnt have any refrigeration technology, this was a miracle in itself.

Taking his time, Dallion peeled the skin off several potatoes and put them on a plate. Halfway through, he added the butter on top, as well as a pinch of salt, before returning to the peeling. A pleasant smell tickled his nostrils. There was nothing better than potatoes. Pity that he didnt give them as much respect back on Earth.

Nothing better than food early in the morning, eh? a voice asked nearby.

Morning, Veil. Dallion didnt stop peeling. He had heard the chiefs grandson approach, although he had to admit the blonde had gotten better at sneaking. Being a level four had its advantages as well. Want a bite?

Veil looked at the steaming potatoes, then shook his head.

Nah, grandpas mad as it is. Eating with the enemy will only make things worse.

I wont tell him if you dont. Dallion took a bite. Delicious.

Maybe afterwards if youre still in the mood.

The warning was clear. Just as Dallion had prepared for a fight, so had the village chief. After the hunting party he had little choiceeven with all the echoes, people still considered the boy a hero. While none of them remembered the nature of the monster he had faced, the boar of their stories became more and more vicious with every story. It was a matter of time before it became as ferocious and dangerous as the chainling itself.

Can I finish this, at least? Dallion asked with his mouth half full.

Two of them. You were away for a week, so you have two obligations.

Two weeks, huh? Dallion rubbed his chin. Guess theres no arguing with math. Id have to say no, though.

Huh? The chiefs expression froze. This was the first time that anyone had refused an order in decades.

Dont feel like it. Dallion shrugged. Dont get me wrong. Id love to help out in some other way. Maybe do something that everyone in the village will appreciate, not just a few families.

Oh? Aspions smile had vanished completely. There was no point in keeping up appearances at this point. It was clear that Dallion had got rid of his limiting echo, which he couldnt have done if he was as strong as before.

Actually, that was a lie. Its something that everyone except you will appreciate. Dallion narrowed his eyes. Im taking you down, old man.

Dallion dashed forward. His speech and actions had caused enough confusion for everyone present to zone out for a moment. Right now, the chiefs echoes were working in overtime trying to suppress the fact that someone had refused a direct order. All that Dallion needed to do was take advantage of those few moments to complete his attack. A single punch would be enough, was all it would take. Regardless of the chiefs level, his skills were capped. At best, hed be as strong as Veil.

Step, step, twist, twist, slam. Dallion thought. It was just like hitting someone with a buckler on the head after a guard sequence only without the actual buckler.

Time seemed to freeze. With every step Dallion saw potential attacks. A frontal approach would be the most expected, so he chose to go with something else. Following the defense sequence, he had been repeating dozens of times in the awakened realm, he dashed past the village chief. Upon completing it, the world froze still.

Got you, old man! Dallion attacked with his fist.

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