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Chapter 3: A Brutal Lesson and a disparate call.
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(At the shack)
It's been a solid three more day's in this world with nothing new, but noah sitting on top of the shack roof once again.
He could been seen looking at the moon, with it's light gracing his handsome face. The wind was light this night, his white hair catching every stran that blew by.
If someone saw right now, especially a female, they wouldn't know what to do but stare at him. A little to long, there gaze going from curious, to wide, and then there thoughts would drift to naughty place, making there cheeks redden. And might need therapy for thinking such thing's about a kid.....
Though sadly or thankfully, no lovely lady has came past to see this majestic sight.
As for the men who might of saw him. They would be shitting themselves right about now, cause they would only see his cold eye's glinting with a small amount of killing intent. To make it worse, he was spinning one of his daggers in-a cool but shifty motion.
He'd spent the last few days training like usual waiting, for the main story to begin.
On the other hand, he has also been looking after the kid's in this run down shack with rio.
And over the last few day's, he caught whispers of something that might endanger the kid's, he has come to see as a little family.
The whispers were all the same, and only aimed at one thing, and one thing only. "men of a noble are looking for a kid who offended his son".
Noah, upon hearing all these whispers, knew who, and what they were looking for.
So, noah came up with something, he decided, that tonight he would pay a sweet visit to are lovely noble's, and educate them about pain.
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(With our mc a.k.a shinobi Noah)
Through the breezy night, he slipped through the dark alley ways with a single purpose in his movements.
A little while later, he reached a place the slums people would envy with all there being. And probably just laying there eye's on the grand looking place would be a blessing to them.
Shaking away those dumb thoughts, he moved with calm yet quick steps.
In his head, he called out to limy. 'Yo, Wakey wakey limy~"
[DING!~ What can I do for you today, master?]
"Activate silent gale~"
[As you wish~]
[DING!~ Categorie 2: Activation Skills"
.... DING!~Silent Gale skill: activated ~]
Inside the gate, and around the estate, a group of about a dozen guards were placed around the noblemens mansion, there stance straight, and expressions dead serious.
However, to noah they looked rather pathetic, so he didn't give them a second look.
His main target was about to be the "ex" owner of this house, right along with his idiot son.
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{Inside the mansion}
Noah made it inside by fazeing through the walls like danny phantom. He movements were quick and sharp. His aiming point? The bright red dot that hovered in his eye view.
As he got closer towards the bright dot, His gaze started to turn colder, denser with every step the he took.
His mind going into a den of a twisted, and a wicked place.
'I have no idea how they didn't find me. But if they did.....'
He quickly stopped at end the of that thought. His blood ran colder, cause just the thought's of these fuckers tryna harm his people made his intent to kill stronger.
After awhile he could be seen standing right outside where the bright dot was.
Seeing his target, he smirked evilly, muttering to someone.
"Limy.... Buy me a sound cancelation skill. And activate it~"
[DING!~ Skill brought: Adding to Categorie 2; Activation Skills "
[Skill Activated:Sound cancelation – Skill cancels sound from leaving. Only the activator, and people in a customized distances can hear.]
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Nodding his head, he said, "Now I have can fun~."
He placed his hand firm on the door handle, before he twisted it.
Click!
He pushed it open, leaving a creek sound linger in the air.
He then proceed to walked in, not even caring how loud he was at this point.
If the noblemen laying comfortably on the bed woke up, then he would wish he really didn't.
Oh, right. Inside the room slept a man who looked around his mid 30s or so, sleeping peacefully on his kind sized bed.
Noah clicked his tongue.
With his gaze filled with calm, sharp, and danger flickering in them.
Bringing his foot up slowly, untill it was just above his stomach.
Seeing it perfectly lined at it's rightful spot, he brought it down like he wanted to stomp him through earth. It instantly snapped the guy wide awake. Also taking the air from his lungs, nicely ~
"OOOOF!!!"
Cough Cough!!
Well he was coughing like a amateur ripping a bong. His ear bud's caught a laugh. It was low, and laced with edgyness of a psychopath.
"Hahahaha~"
Noah chuckled darkly at the expressions on the noblemens face. Shocked, confused, scared, and angry, all flashing through his aged face.
Giving noah mildly satisfaction.
Without even waiting for a response, like " "who are you"blah blah blah", all that mambo jambo, he moved with swift, brutal efficiency.
Summoning his trusty tools with a blink.
Noah drove his dagger at the noblemens shoulder, to quick for the noblemen to react.
Scratch that. To put it bluntly, everything was fast for him to react to properly.
First; He gets woken up in a painful way.
Second; he's meet with a kid who looked like a little devil incarnation.
Third; that said kid was about to kill him.
We shall call the noblemen, Robert from here on out.
Robert screamed at the top of his lungs when Noah's trusty friend made it into his mark. His screams were sharp with pain, and fear.
Then, once again, his loud lung screams boomed in the grand room from Noah ruthlessly plucking his second dagger into Roberts thigh.
He then mercilessly dragged it down all the way to his knee, then to his shin.
The dagger stuck in his shoulder worked like a paralyzed skill. Effects; nothing but your head can move, the rest....well, obviously can't.
The sound's of his bones cracking echoed like a empty hall.
Robert couldn't do anything. He couldn't fight, couldn't beg cause noah wasn't listening to even a word he was speaking.
And, maybe because of all the pain robert was in, he soon lost his consciousness, ready to float in his sea of dream's once again. But this time—
For eternity.
Seeing the poor guy out cold. Noah nodded, muttering loudly to himself. "Well then, why don't I go get that idiot for a son, and sit him right next to his soon dead dad~".
His cold mockery remark echoed lightly.
There was no emotion to the scene Infront of him, it felt like a daily routine to noah, a early Monday shall we say.
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He moved swiftly to the next phase of his lovely plan.
In the adjacent room, were another red dot floated in view, he found Robert's son—with wide, fearful eyes upon seeing noah, the boy who punched his face with grace and humiliated him like a pig havingmud thrown at it, the same boy who should be dead, was standing confidently Infront of him.
Noah seeing that the kid was still awake, was a little surprised. But nonetheless he was thrilled.
"Yo, remember me dickless~"
Noah's tone shifted from his previous cold one to his usual calm mocking one.
With a sigh, he continued, "You, and your old man made a pretty big mistake tryna fuck with me again, when I let you have my beautiful mercy. And what's more my guy, you could of gotten someone close to me hurt, and I don't take that shit lightly~"
The boy's eyes flickered with terror and guilt, almost losing there colour. "Please… I—I didn't mean too.…"
However, noah wasn't about to hear it. It wouldn't do anything anyways, so why bother.
"Yappa yappa yappa." He cut him off coldly.
"Fuck you, and your cock-breath excuses. "
Without giving the boy time to protest or plea, he knocked the boy out cold, then made his way out and back to the other room, inputting his next phase of his plan, and dragging the no name boy by the leg.
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Noah returned to where Robert layed. Gently—if such brutality could be called gentle—he threw the boy next to Robert like a dead deer, ensuring that the message was clear: the family was being punished as one.
Then, with a final glance around the opulent, a light blue flame slowly raised on top of his finger tip. The beautiful flame danced in his gaze, the warmness crossing his face like a women's touch.
Before he flicked it, he paused to let a slip of his thoughts out. With a mocking shit eating grin, he mocked them one last time. "Hope yous burn more in hell, you fucking wankers~"
He flicked the beautiful flame as he finished, and the fire caught instantly, roaring to life. Flames leapt from the richly decorated surfaces, consuming the mansion's wealth and pride in a matter of minutes. The inferno's light danced off his face as he watched the blaze intensify—a grim satisfaction settling in.
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With the mansion now burning, Noah didn't linger. He slipped out of the estate through the same way he got in from earlier, the walls.
The sound of crackling flames and distant shouts of alarm entered his ears.
After a while, he was back in the safety of the slums, he paused on a deserted street, before he walked slowly, The night's actions played in his mind, not with regret, but with a detached amusement. "Not my best, but least it was something" he murmured, "but it's what I wanted to happen anyways hehe."
[Ding!~EXP Gained]
And that's why.
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Not so far from the shack, Noah could see the light emanating from the inside, and inside his thoughts, a brief flicker of why he did it passing through.
He wasn't in this for glory, nor for some praise. He was in it for the kids that lay in that shack.
Over the fine week, they kept giving him a fuzzy feeling, like he has seen this but he never did again. He already knew why, it was his past feeling's.
Somehow, some way, those feelings stuck to him like god glue. He figured that he had possibly been through this same scenario in his past. And he would admit, the feeling was dangerous.
Plus when he first got here he was going to leave and head to the spirit forest, but after seeing Rio and the kid's, he changed his mind.... cause of THAT feeling.
Noah allowed himself a small smile to bloosm on his face. "I wonder if this is why Astraia sent me here?" he mutterd quietly, stepping closer to the emanating light that found it's way threw the door. "Sigh. I don't know, but I have a nagging feeling it was"
As he disappeared into the light's of the shack, the sound of happiness and laughter could be heard which soon flowed through the shitty miserable slums.
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(My dear pussy lover's and one's with pussys, get ready for the most bullshit you've probably ever seen bahahahaha.) (PS: for duh plot boy's cheehoooo)
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(Few hours before noah turning devious)
Night was falling over the kingdom as a thick veil of darkness began to cover the bustling streets. In a dim back alley near a noble district, a small group of hardened thugs (creeps) huddled together. Their voices were low like a whisper, with their expressions hard. They had spent weeks planning every detail, and tonight, they would finally put their plan into motion.
"Remember," The one who looked the most creepy, a scarred man with cold eyes probably the alpha of the creepy looking dildos beside him spoke, his voice laced with utmost seriousness, "we strike when the palace is least prepared. Our informer said he has done his work, now it's are time to work. The princess must be taken without a trace, and no fucking mistakes, you fools hear me?"
The thug's nodded in sync. A younger thug, eyes glinting with excitement, added, "I've been waiting for this. The payout will be huge, and we'll make sure the king's feels despair just like us~"
The other four grunted in agreement as they went over the details once more: the route, the timing, and the escape. Their plan was simple but deadly—enter the princess's quarters quietly, subdue any guards that are awake, and extract the princess before anyone could raise an alarm.
Why would guards be asleep on the job you may wonder? Well, that's cause the person paying them is working from Inside.
Basically a Inside job.
Inside the palace, the atmosphere was completely different. In a lavish, softly lit room princess flora beltrum, a young girl with violet-colored hair and eye's. She was the second princess of the beltrum kingdom, and also one of the heroines.
She sat near a large window. The fading light of day made the room glow with a beautiful golden light, but to Flora, it only heightened her sense of isolation. She had always been sheltered by luxury, yet tonight, an unexplainable anxiousness had been creeping up her spine since this morning.
Flora's heart pounded as she gazed out the window at the darkening horizon. "Why does it feel like something is...off?" she whispered to herself. The once-comforting familiarity of her room now seemed cold and menacing. The feeling of something was off kept repeating in her mind like a broken tape recorder.
However she put the feelings aside, thinking it was just a feeling, nothing more then that.
Silly little girl ~
Unbeknownst to Flora, the thugs had already breached the palace's walls. In a swift and silent operation, they moved through the corridors, neutralizing a few unsuspecting guards with muffled thuds and swift blows. They communicated in hushed, urgent tones as they gathered near the princess's room.
"Positions!" hissed the ugly leader from the shadows outside the door. "We go in now. Quietly—don't let her wake up."
Inside, Flora tried to steady her shaking hands as she reached for a book on a nearby table—a small attempt to ground her racing mind. Suddenly, a faint noise at the door made her freeze. She leaned forward, eyes wide with alarm. The door creaked open just enough to let in a sliver of darkness and the sound of hushed commands.
Before Flora could fully comprehend what was happening, a cloth was pressed against her mouth.
Though the weird thing was. There was no one behind her.
The cloth was just there, pressing hard on her mouth, like it waas controlled by magic.
She felt herself being pulled away from the only safety she'd ever known. Panic surged through her.
'No, no, no!!,' Her mind raced as she struggled, her eyes darting around in pure fear. "Let me go!" she managed to choke out, her voice barely a whisper.
The thug's rushed in upon hearing her whisper.
They were swift and efficient, their focus solely on completing the task. Unfazed by the floating cloth completely.
Outside her room, the leader's voice was low and commanding. "Get her down the corridor and into the alley way's. Make sure no one sees a thing."
Flora's mind swirled in confusion and fear as she was forced down a dark, unfamiliar corridor. However her view was short lived as she slowly faded into slumber.
Her last thought's a call of disparate help. ' s-someone save m....'
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Every step echoed in the silence,
As they moved deeper out of the palace's grounds.
After what felt like an eternity in that oppressive darkness, the thugs finally reached a secluded hideout—a decrepit building on the outskirts of the kingdom, which would be the slums, that was far from the prying eyes of the palace.
Inside, the air was cold and damp, and the only light came from a few flickering candils.
The leader ordered the others to secure the area and lock the door behind them. They roughly shoved Flora into a small, bare room. In that moment, as the door clanged shut, silence took over.
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End