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"We don't have much time." Lem, who had been quiet up until now, stood out and said, "Name your price."
When Romi and Lem stood next to each other, it drove some of the female and male potential buyers crazy. Most of them had only heard of these two jewels of the most popular brothel in the city, The Violet Uprising. Normally, just an audience with any of these two would have cost a lot of money, but today, they had the opportunity to gaze at them for more than a second, so obviously they could not stop looking at them.
"It's so rare to see Romi and Lem together in public…" someone in the audience mumbled.
"Pfft," someone scoffed, "It's rare to see them together in private as well. If you don't have money, forget about it!"
The slave trader scowled and took a step toward Lem, but before he could even say a word, the guards who had been standing behind Lem and Romi moved in front of them.
The slave trader glanced at the armed guards and spat, "It's disgusting! You lot have abandoned your pride by protecting these vermins!"
He then turned around and kicked the male slave whose twin he scarred earlier.
The male slave fell back and landed on the stairs behind him.
Because he used his hand to break the fall a bit too late, he landed wrongly on it, resulting in a bad sprain.
"Ugh…" the male slave grunted as he sat up and held his sprained left hand, only to receive another kick in the face.
"You!" Lem snapped and took a step forward, but he was stopped by the calm Romi. "R!"
"He doesn't belong to us yet," Romi said with a calm expression.
"Yeah, listen to him," the slave trader said with an evil smirk as he stepped on the slave's sprained hand. As he stepped even harder on the poor slave's hand, he sneered, "Until I finalized the sale, this slave remains the property of the Rock's family."
Romi glanced at the male slave, whose eyes were empty and devoid of expression, as if he were too afraid to show even a sign of emotion even as his hand was about to be crushed by the slave trader.
Suddenly…
BAM!
The slave trader was hit and sent flying faraway by a fireball that came out of nowhere. He eventually landed on the ground inside the luxurious building, upon which his men who had finally snapped out of it ran toward him to help him out.
"Who was that?!" the slave trader roared as he rubbed his pained c.h.e.s.t where the fireball hit him. There was a little charred mark, but other than that and the bruise that he would most likely sport the next day, he was fine. "Who is the coward who hit me?! Come out now!"
At this, Juin stepped out. On his left palm was a red flaming ball similar to the one that was thrown at the slave trader earlier. "I was about to leave quietly, but you just can't behave like a decent human being."
"You… You are that Earth human!" the slave trader gasped as he quickly took a step backward, pulling his men in front of him to form a human shield. "What do you want?! This is none of your business!"
"It's not… But I don't like to see violence… Yet you subject my poor eyes to an act of violence!" Juin narrowed his eyes, upon which the flaming balls on his palm split into five. As the flaming balls chased after each other in a small circle above his palm, he said, "And when my eyes are subjected to an act of violence, I feel like burning things! The power of my flames might not be as strong here, but I'm sure against someone like you, it can burn well enough!"
The slave trader was too dumb to realize how much danger he was in. He thought that he would be fine against flame attacks, so he pushed his men forward and snapped, "GO AFTER HIM!"
"B-But…" His men glanced at each other nervously before one of them said, "The Earth humans are guests of the royal house!"
"And Mr. Rock's family are related to the royals! Go!" the slave trader roared as he kicked one of the men in the backside.
The muscle men looked at each other before charging toward Juin.
"It seems like you have not watched my fight…" Juin smirked as he walked forward, while the audience took a few steps backward.
Obviously, the audience knew what would happen next.
Juin stopped walking and looked up at the man. Just as the man's huge water fist was a few inches away from Juin's face...
Ling~
Ling~
Ling~
BAM!!!
"Urgh!" the man spat out blood as a look of disbelief appeared in his face. He glanced down and saw a kid that was barely older than 6 glaring at him; his little fist clearly embedded in the man's stomach.
"Die…" Cyrus whispered as he pushed his fisted arm slightly, upon which the man flew tens of meters into the air.
Juin cupped his free hand and looked up as he said, "Cyrus, softer with those punches…"
Bumping his fists together, Cyrus cracked his neck as he glared at the other muscle men. "I. Will. Try."
"Ha!" Cyrus took a step forward as he snapped at them, scaring those muscle men to the point that they ran off in different directions. "Coward…" Cyrus growled before turning to look at the slave trader, who could not run away because his "goods" were still here.
Just as Cyrus was about to pounce on him, he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Cyrus… That's enough," Juin said in a calm voice.
"Sh*t!" Cyrus cursed as he folded his arm angrily.
Juin ignored his temper and walked toward the slave trader. At first, the slave trader tried his best to stand straight, but as Juin stepped closer and closer, he felt an insurmountable aura pressing down upon him.
"M-monst…" the slave trader stuttered inaudibly as his eyes widened in fear.
For a split second, he saw the shadow of a terrible horned beast appearing behind Juin, making Juin appear a hundred times bigger than what he actually was.
Having no idea as to what the slave trader was seeing, Juin stopped in front of the slave trader, who had actually fallen on his knees due to the overwhelming pressure. Still with the flaming balls on his palm, Juin glanced down at the terrified man coldly.
"Y-You… You won't dare to kill me! You are just a guest!" the slave trader stuttered. "I-I'm a representative of the Rock family!"
Juin smiled. "I'm not going to kill you…"
He made a grabbing motion, upon which the flaming balls disappeared. He then snapped his fingers, and a small flame appeared on his left index finger.
As the slave trader watched in horror, Juin shot the flame into the slave trader's right foot, the one he used to step on the poor male slave earlier.
In less than a few seconds, the slave trader felt an unbearable pain shooting up from his right foot. Drenched in sweat, he looked down, but there was nothing there; no flames whatsoever. Yet it felt as if something was burning his foot.
"S… Stop it!" he eventually begged. "W-What do you want…"
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"We don't have much time." Lem, who had been quiet up until now, stood out and said, "Name your price."
When Romi and Lem stood next to each other, it drove some of the female and male potential buyers crazy. Most of them had only heard of these two jewels of the most popular brothel in the city, The Violet Uprising. Normally, just an audience with any of these two would have cost a lot of money, but today, they had the opportunity to gaze at them for more than a second, so obviously they could not stop looking at them.
"It's so rare to see Romi and Lem together in public…" someone in the audience mumbled.
"Pfft," someone scoffed, "It's rare to see them together in private as well. If you don't have money, forget about it!"
The slave trader scowled and took a step toward Lem, but before he could even say a word, the guards who had been standing behind Lem and Romi moved in front of them.
The slave trader glanced at the armed guards and spat, "It's disgusting! You lot have abandoned your pride by protecting these vermins!"
He then turned around and kicked the male slave whose twin he scarred earlier.
The male slave fell back and landed on the stairs behind him.
Because he used his hand to break the fall a bit too late, he landed wrongly on it, resulting in a bad sprain.
"Ugh…" the male slave grunted as he sat up and held his sprained left hand, only to receive another kick in the face.
"You!" Lem snapped and took a step forward, but he was stopped by the calm Romi. "R!"
"He doesn't belong to us yet," Romi said with a calm expression.
"Yeah, listen to him," the slave trader said with an evil smirk as he stepped on the slave's sprained hand. As he stepped even harder on the poor slave's hand, he sneered, "Until I finalized the sale, this slave remains the property of the Rock's family."
Romi glanced at the male slave, whose eyes were empty and devoid of expression, as if he were too afraid to show even a sign of emotion even as his hand was about to be crushed by the slave trader.
Suddenly…
BAM!
The slave trader was hit and sent flying faraway by a fireball that came out of nowhere. He eventually landed on the ground inside the luxurious building, upon which his men who had finally snapped out of it ran toward him to help him out.
"Who was that?!" the slave trader roared as he rubbed his pained c.h.e.s.t where the fireball hit him. There was a little charred mark, but other than that and the bruise that he would most likely sport the next day, he was fine. "Who is the coward who hit me?! Come out now!"
At this, Juin stepped out. On his left palm was a red flaming ball similar to the one that was thrown at the slave trader earlier. "I was about to leave quietly, but you just can't behave like a decent human being."
"You… You are that Earth human!" the slave trader gasped as he quickly took a step backward, pulling his men in front of him to form a human shield. "What do you want?! This is none of your business!"
"It's not… But I don't like to see violence… Yet you subject my poor eyes to an act of violence!" Juin narrowed his eyes, upon which the flaming balls on his palm split into five. As the flaming balls chased after each other in a small circle above his palm, he said, "And when my eyes are subjected to an act of violence, I feel like burning things! The power of my flames might not be as strong here, but I'm sure against someone like you, it can burn well enough!"
The slave trader was too dumb to realize how much danger he was in. He thought that he would be fine against flame attacks, so he pushed his men forward and snapped, "GO AFTER HIM!"
"B-But…" His men glanced at each other nervously before one of them said, "The Earth humans are guests of the royal house!"
"And Mr. Rock's family are related to the royals! Go!" the slave trader roared as he kicked one of the men in the backside.
The muscle men looked at each other before charging toward Juin.
"It seems like you have not watched my fight…" Juin smirked as he walked forward, while the audience took a few steps backward.
Obviously, the audience knew what would happen next.
Juin stopped walking and looked up at the man. Just as the man's huge water fist was a few inches away from Juin's face...
Ling~
Ling~
Ling~
BAM!!!
"Urgh!" the man spat out blood as a look of disbelief appeared in his face. He glanced down and saw a kid that was barely older than 6 glaring at him; his little fist clearly embedded in the man's stomach.
"Die…" Cyrus whispered as he pushed his fisted arm slightly, upon which the man flew tens of meters into the air.
Juin cupped his free hand and looked up as he said, "Cyrus, softer with those punches…"
Bumping his fists together, Cyrus cracked his neck as he glared at the other muscle men. "I. Will. Try."
"Ha!" Cyrus took a step forward as he snapped at them, scaring those muscle men to the point that they ran off in different directions. "Coward…" Cyrus growled before turning to look at the slave trader, who could not run away because his "goods" were still here.
Just as Cyrus was about to pounce on him, he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Cyrus… That's enough," Juin said in a calm voice.
"Sh*t!" Cyrus cursed as he folded his arm angrily.
Juin ignored his temper and walked toward the slave trader. At first, the slave trader tried his best to stand straight, but as Juin stepped closer and closer, he felt an insurmountable aura pressing down upon him.
"M-monst…" the slave trader stuttered inaudibly as his eyes widened in fear.
For a split second, he saw the shadow of a terrible horned beast appearing behind Juin, making Juin appear a hundred times bigger than what he actually was.
Having no idea as to what the slave trader was seeing, Juin stopped in front of the slave trader, who had actually fallen on his knees due to the overwhelming pressure. Still with the flaming balls on his palm, Juin glanced down at the terrified man coldly.
"Y-You… You won't dare to kill me! You are just a guest!" the slave trader stuttered. "I-I'm a representative of the Rock family!"
Juin smiled. "I'm not going to kill you…"
He made a grabbing motion, upon which the flaming balls disappeared. He then snapped his fingers, and a small flame appeared on his left index finger.
As the slave trader watched in horror, Juin shot the flame into the slave trader's right foot, the one he used to step on the poor male slave earlier.
In less than a few seconds, the slave trader felt an unbearable pain shooting up from his right foot. Drenched in sweat, he looked down, but there was nothing there; no flames whatsoever. Yet it felt as if something was burning his foot.
"S… Stop it!" he eventually begged. "W-What do you want…"
"We don't have much time." Lem, who had been quiet up until now, stood out and said, "Name your price." When Romi and Lem stood next to each other, it drove some of the female and male potential buyers crazy. Most of them had only heard of these two jewels of the most popular brothel in the city, The Violet Uprising. Normally, just an audience with any of these two would have cost a lot of money, but today, they had the opportunity to gaze at them for more than a second, so obviously they could not stop looking at them. "It's so rare to see Romi and Lem together in public" someone in the audience mumbled. "Pfft," someone scoffed, "It's rare to see them together in private as well. If you don't have money, forget about it!" The slave trader scowled and took a step toward Lem, but before he could even say a word, the guards who had been standing behind Lem and Romi moved in front of them. The slave trader glanced at the armed guards and spat, "It's disgusting! You lot have abandoned your pride by protecting these vermins!" He then turned around and kicked the male slave whose twin he scarred earlier. The male slave fell back and landed on the stairs behind him. Because he used his hand to break the fall a bit too late, he landed wrongly on it, resulting in a bad sprain. "Ugh" the male slave grunted as he sat up and held his sprained left hand, only to receive another kick in the face. "You!" Lem snapped and took a step forward, but he was stopped by the calm Romi. "R!" "He doesn't belong to us yet," Romi said with a calm expression. "Yeah, listen to him," the slave trader said with an evil smirk as he stepped on the slave's sprained hand. As he stepped even harder on the poor slave's hand, he sneered, "Until I finalized the sale, this slave remains the property of the Rock's family." Romi glanced at the male slave, whose eyes were empty and devoid of expression, as if he were too afraid to show even a sign of emotion even as his hand was about to be crushed by the slave trader. Suddenly BAM! The slave trader was hit and sent flying faraway by a fireball that came out of nowhere. He eventually landed on the ground inside the luxurious building, upon which his men who had finally snapped out of it ran toward him to help him out. "Who was that?!" the slave trader roared as he rubbed his pained c.h.e.s.t where the fireball hit him. There was a little charred mark, but other than that and the bruise that he would most likely sport the next day, he was fine. "Who is the coward who hit me?! Come out now!" At this, Juin stepped out. On his left palm was a red flaming ball similar to the one that was thrown at the slave trader earlier. "I was about to leave quietly, but you just can't behave like a decent human being." "You You are that Earth human!" the slave trader gasped as he quickly took a step backward, pulling his men in front of him to form a human shield. "What do you want?! This is none of your business!" "It's not But I don't like to see violence Yet you subject my poor eyes to an act of violence!" Juin narrowed his eyes, upon which the flaming balls on his palm split into five. As the flaming balls chased after each other in a small circle above his palm, he said, "And when my eyes are subjected to an act of violence, I feel like burning things! The power of my flames might not be as strong here, but I'm sure against someone like you, it can burn well enough!" The slave trader was too dumb to realize how much danger he was in. He thought that he would be fine against flame attacks, so he pushed his men forward and snapped, "GO AFTER HIM!" "B-But" His men glanced at each other nervously before one of them said, "The Earth humans are guests of the royal house!" "And Mr. Rock's family are related to the royals! Go!" the slave trader roared as he kicked one of the men in the backside. The muscle men looked at each other before charging toward Juin. "It seems like you have not watched my fight" Juin smirked as he walked forward, while the audience took a few steps backward. Obviously, the audience knew what would happen next. Juin stopped walking and looked up at the man. Just as the man's huge water fist was a few inches away from Juin's face... Ling~ Ling~ Ling~ BAM!!! "Urgh!" the man spat out blood as a look of disbelief appeared in his face. He glanced down and saw a kid that was barely older than 6 glaring at him; his little fist clearly embedded in the man's stomach. "Die" Cyrus whispered as he pushed his fisted arm slightly, upon which the man flew tens of meters into the air. Juin cupped his free hand and looked up as he said, "Cyrus, softer with those punches" Bumping his fists together, Cyrus cracked his neck as he glared at the other muscle men. "I. Will. Try." "Ha!" Cyrus took a step forward as he snapped at them, scaring those muscle men to the point that they ran off in different directions. "Coward" Cyrus growled before turning to look at the slave trader, who could not run away because his "goods" were still here. Just as Cyrus was about to pounce on him, he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Cyrus That's enough," Juin said in a calm voice. "Sh*t!" Cyrus cursed as he folded his arm angrily. Juin ignored his temper and walked toward the slave trader. At first, the slave trader tried his best to stand straight, but as Juin stepped closer and closer, he felt an insurmountable aura pressing down upon him. "M-monst" the slave trader stuttered inaudibly as his eyes widened in fear. For a split second, he saw the shadow of a terrible horned beast appearing behind Juin, making Juin appear a hundred times bigger than what he actually was. Having no idea as to what the slave trader was seeing, Juin stopped in front of the slave trader, who had actually fallen on his knees due to the overwhelming pressure. Still with the flaming balls on his palm, Juin glanced down at the terrified man coldly. "Y-You You won't dare to kill me! You are just a guest!" the slave trader stuttered. "I-I'm a representative of the Rock family!" Juin smiled. "I'm not going to kill you" He made a grabbing motion, upon which the flaming balls disappeared. He then snapped his fingers, and a small flame appeared on his left index finger. As the slave trader watched in horror, Juin shot the flame into the slave trader's right foot, the one he used to step on the poor male slave earlier. In less than a few seconds, the slave trader felt an unbearable pain shooting up from his right foot. Drenched in sweat, he looked down, but there was nothing there; no flames whatsoever. Yet it felt as if something was burning his foot. "S Stop it!" he eventually begged. "W-What do you want"
