Author here, well I still don't know how to write very well, I apologize, I don't know how to write in the first person, I'm trying to do it that way from this chapter onwards.
Broken Hall. A young man walked through the corridors of the organization's headquarters, calm and serene.
A light, cold breeze passed by those who saw him.
"Hey! Gael, wait!"
The young man turned, his long, red, flowing hair and black eyes fixed on the man who called him.
"Speak quickly." Gael asked.
The man expected such a reaction from the young man, as his reputation preceded him.
"Well, I heard about your disciple. His condition is regrettable."
Gael was surprised by the news of his newest recruit.
"What happened to him?" Gael asked, already having an idea of what was going on, remembering his last conversation with the boy.
The man flinched and said, "Well, I don't know for sure, but they say he fought against the new recruits of the Gambeta Family. And that he's in a deplorable state."
As expected, that idiot lost.
"Hm, so what? He lost. Is he dying?" Gael asked, harsh and cold.
"Not yet, sir. They say he was brought to the sailors' bar by a young beggar."
"Ah... I see. I'll go there. Inform the lord that I will be absent for a while."
"Yes, sir!"
...
Sailors' Bar. Julian looked at Jonathan's state. For someone who was almost dead, he looked surprisingly well.
Jonathan sat, gorging himself on food, like a pig who had been on a diet for too long.
"So, Jonathan, now what? I think we have a big target on our backs."
Jonathan shrugged.
"Julian, my friend, there's nothing to fear. We're from Broken Hall."
"Well, you are. I'm not. I'm not going to say anything until I'm proven and accepted." Julian said, frowning.
"It's up to you. I'll take you to see my master."
Julian trembled with pain, his ribs still aching from his fight yesterday.
"Ah... And those two? Are they even alive?" Julian asked, lost in thought.
"Who knows? Why? Are you regretting the stabs? Are you afraid of having a death on your conscience?" Jonathan asked while chewing on a chicken leg.
"Well, the only thing I'm afraid of is that he survived."
"Haha, very good. That's the spirit."
The two young men were startled. Julian braced himself for a peaceful death, and Jonathan's eyes widened.
"Master, I greet you."
Gael nodded in confirmation.
"Hm... Jonathan, this friend of yours isn't so bad." Gael analyzed Julian. Oh... this young man has talent. He's already almost awakened without training...
"Yes, Master. I told you he was useful."
"So, what the hell did you guys do?" Gael asked, sitting down at the table and grabbing a bottle of vodka that the waitress had brought when she saw him.
Jonathan froze, looking at Julian. Julian just lowered his head.
The idea wasn't even his.
"Uh, Master, things didn't go as planned. The two filthy guys were already level-one warriors or close to it."
"Hm... I see. So you killed a disciple of Old Fang, and the only thing you have to say is that it didn't go exactly as you planned, hahahah."
The two young men flinched. Julian trembled with fear. He didn't know who this Old Fang was, but he was certainly not an easy person.
He didn't regret the stabs. The situation was critical, and he had to think fast.
With that, Julian knelt in front of Gael.
"Sir, I, Julian, ask that you accept me as your disciple. I swear I'll be a mule for whatever is needed."
Gael nodded. He was going to accept this young man anyway. The issue with Old Fang was difficult, but nothing he couldn't handle.
"Yes, yes! Of course, I accept you. Now get up and drink with me."
Julian got up, still in pain, grabbed a cup, filled it, and took a shot all at once.
I just hope I haven't dug my own grave...
...
Old Fang paced back and forth.
His new, promising disciple had been killed.
The rage made him prone to violence.
"Damn it! Useless pieces of shit!"
"You let some useless people from Broken kill my disciple."
Several men crouched in front of Old Fang. This old man's rage was painful to endure.
Bunch of useless people. If it weren't for the rules, I'd kill them one by one.
I need to de-stress.
With that thought, the old man left the hall.
I know, I'll go hunting...
.....
Outside the city limits of Gloomspire, Old Fang moved at extreme speed.
Hm... where was it again? Ah, over there.
I think it's on this mountain. Let's go, you bastards.
With that, the old man climbed the mountain. On a slope of the mountain, he spotted a wooden wall.
Bastards, they set up a fortress. Idiot thieves.
Walking forward, the old man saw several rugged men with spears and swords on the walls. Some archers aimed at him.
"My lord, I believe you are lost on your walk," a large man with a snake tattoo on his face and a machete in his hand shouted.
"Haha, of course not. I'm exactly where I wanted to be."
Where the hell did this old man come from? He gives off a sinister energy.
With that, Old Fang drew his sword. Small flashes of energy came from his blade. Arrows were shot, which the old man's blade cut down.
Idiots. I'll kill you one by one.
With that, the old man charged at the gate under a rain of arrows. SWISH! The gate was cut in two, and with a POW! The gate fell.
The rugged men looked with fear at this crazy old man.
Damn it, I don't want to die today, the leader of the men thought.
"Hold him!"
With that, the man tried to flee.
The old man, as if possessed, kicked stones that pierced the bodies of everyone who tried to run.
The already fallen leader cried and began to beg.
"Please! I-I-I have gold!"
Old Fang didn't even listen. Gold? You could have the finest jade, and I would still kill you.
With one final blow, Old Fang killed the last of the men, leaving only the leader.
Walking forward, he looked at this tattooed bald man. Hm... ugly tattoo. I guess their hand was shaking at the time.
The old man approached the man on the ground and looked him in the eyes. "You know, it's not your fault, it's just your destiny."
Having said that, the old man stood up and positioned himself, visualized a tree stump, and SWISH!
The leader's body was split in half.
Ah... I feel much better.
....
In a dark room, Julian tossed and turned.
Damn it, what have I gotten myself into? That damn redhead told me it was just training, but fuck, it's a beating every day.
KNOCK! KNOCK!
"I'm coming."
I opened the door and found a hunchbacked old man. What was his name again?
"Young man, the Master calls for you."
"Yes."
The old man turned his back and went on his way, and I followed him. I walked and walked down that cursed corridor.
I've already lost count of how many times I've gotten lost and been beaten for being late.
I saw the wide door, which I opened, and I saw my master sitting and drinking his afternoon tea. I approached and bowed.
"I greet you, Master!"
"Alright, come closer."
I approached cautiously, and pow!... Damn it, another punch...
I fell, holding my stomach, a familiar but unbearable pain.
"Well, you're late."
"Sorry... Master."
Damn it, I'll kill you one day...
I tried to get up with difficulty, looked at the master, and waited silently.
"So you're almost at the warrior level."
"Yes, sir!"
"Then let's train. I want you to level up soon."
Damn it, I get no rest...
"Yes, Master."
"Jonathan!!!"
I looked back, and the door opened. A short, muscular boy entered.
"Yes, Master?"
"You train with Julian. He's almost leveling up."
"Yes, sir."
So I looked at that idiot, my disciple-brother, and at my damned master.
I straightened up and positioned myself on the mat, fists above my shoulders, not limiting my vision.
Poof!
I caught a punch from Jonathan. I felt the bones in my arm crack, but I pushed him away. I saw him lose his balance and kicked his head.
Jonathan defended and counterattacked, breaking Julian's already weak defense.
Damn it... I almost fell. I recovered and analyzed my opponent. I don't see any openings.
"Hey, Julian, don't break a bone again."
With that, Jonathan charged and pow pow pow, consecutive punches were launched at Julian, up, down, and to the side, a pattern that was difficult to read.
Fuck, if I can just land one punch, I'll knock him down.
Where is it?
Where is it?
Where is it?
Found it!!!!
Pow, Julian landed a direct punch to Jonathan's stomach.
Haha, idiot. Even without an apparent pattern, he still moves his heel in patterns depending on which fist he uses...
Jonathan was thrown to the side, falling to his knees, breathless.
"That's enough," Gael shouted.
Damn it, I'm going to die in this place...
Julian got closer.
Julian advanced in front of his master.
Holy shit, what does he want now? I'm just going.
So I just walked with difficulty to my master. Arriving in front of him, all I saw was a punch coming down on me... Damn it, not again.