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Pretty soon, it was the day of the battle.
Everyone's attention, which was focused on the news of the princess' betrayal, was turned toward the battle instead. For normal citizens, the chances for them to see their beloved Crown Prince Renaud in battle was rarer than rare, but today… Today, they would be able to feast their eyes on the man who was said to be the second strongest in Terre D'eau.
"I don't think Renaud will go all out," said a young man with yellow markings on the side of his face, which glowed every few seconds, on the street heading toward the royal arena. He and his friend were joining a bunch of their friends who managed to get the tickets to watch the battle.
His friend, whose yellow markings started from his neck, scoffed, "It's about keeping the dignity of the royal family. Think about it. With what the princess has been doing behind their backs, the reputation of the royal family the past few days has probably taken a beating. If he lost to those Earth humans, how are they going to maintain their dignity?"
"Please, Crown Prince Renaud is not that weak," the young man with the face markings said with a sneer. "My father told me that this battle is not even a real battle. It's just a friendly sparring contest; an exchange of experience and skills. Renaud, as the second strongest person in Terre D'eau, shouldn't be going all out."
"And why not?"
"It would be seen that he's bullying those Earth babies. How would that fare well with his future reputation?"
"Ah, screw reputation! I just want to see him go all out! I heard that in the fight between him and the Crown Prince of Wisterion during the Battle of the North Sea, he could have won if the despicable Crown Prince of Wisterion didn't use a weird weapon that allowed him to control a different element."
"What?" His friend looked at him. "What do you mean? I have never heard of that?"
The young man with the neck markings lowered his voice and put his arm around his friend's shoulders to pull him in as he whispered, "I actually know someone from Wisterion, and he told me that the Crown Prince has a weapon that allows him to freeze the water, and that's how he managed to win the Battle of the North Sea."
He then released his friend and put a finger on his lips. "Of course, to avoid any hysteria, King Frederic has told everyone to keep this quiet. Unless you want your whole family, and yourself, to be executed, you will be quiet too."
His friend quickly nodded.
"Ouch! Look where you are going!" the young man with the markings on his face snapped as he rubbed his shoulder, where the person bumped into it.
He then shivered slightly when he saw the death glare by the person. He could not see the person's face, but when he saw the man's hand, which glowed in bright violet suddenly, he scoffed and sent a water fist to the man's abdomen.
The man g.r.o.a.n.e.d and landed on his knee. His hoodie was then pushed away by a force of water-air, revealing a face that had a small branded mark on his forehead. The man had a very common look, and his face was covered with dirt.
He was then lifted into midair by a rope formed by water.
"A mere slave dare to bump into a free man?" the young man with the face markings spat. He looked at the man's branded mark, yet he could not recognize any royal family with the mark.
The man struggled to breathe as the rope tightened around his neck.
"Enough, we are going to be late…" the young man's friend said nonchalantly as he glanced in the direction of the battle arena, and he saw that a lot of people had already gathered in front of the gates.
The young man sighed, and using his water rope, he lifted the man slightly and slammed him down.
"That's for being insolent!" the young man sneered as he looked down at the man, who was still lying on the floor.
After they left, the man with the brand mark stood up. He dragged himself to a hidden corner, and soon, four figures in black clothes and masks jumped out and surrounded him. Without any fear, the man swiped a hand across his head and sighed. "That hurts a little… Also, this cloak stinks."
"Your Highness!" One of the figures, a man, narrowed his eyes and pulled down his mask. The markings on his face pulsated in red angrily. He then glanced in the direction of the battle arena and hissed, "Let me go kill him…"
"I'm fine, Shawn… Don't make such a fuss…" the man said as he removed the dilapidated cloak that he had on, gave it to the man who spoke earlier, and put on the semi-luxurious black cloak that another of his man gave him.
"Your Highness, the people here prefer to walk around without their top," said the man, Shawn, as he dusted his master's clothes. "If you are going to blend it, maybe you want to consider it…"
"Stop trying to get me take off my shirt, Shawn," the young man said with a grin as he leaned uncomfortably close to his man.
The branded mark on his forehead disappeared, revealing a crescent-like mark. When one of his men signaled him, this mysterious man that they called Your Highness quickly took out a talisman, placed it on the mark, and chanted a spell.
A bright red glow later, the mark disappeared, and the dirt on his face was completely gone, revealing a flawless and beautiful face.
The markings on his hands pulsed in violet for a few seconds before changing to red. He looked at his men, and at that point, his eyes that were previously blue rippled slightly with violet before settling down on blue again. "I just wanted to see if the state of the slaves here is bad."
"Your Highness, the rebellion is about to start. It's best if we don't get embroiled in matters of another kingdom," said one of his men after a salute. "If we are found--"
The man waved a hand nonchalantly and said, "Don't refer to me by my title. Go back to the shadows, and take Shawn with you. He's too naggy. And if you must, when we appear together in public, just call me Sir George, a traveling merchant with a lot of money."
He then pulled his cloak together, as if he felt a chill, and said, "Now, get lost. I want to see the fight."
He then put his hoodie on and walked out of the hidden corner.
"Master Shawn," one of the men who were dressed in black said, "is it alright to let His Highness go by himself?"
Master Shawn sighed and massaged his glabella. "Let the stubborn man be. Someone used his name without his permission, of course he has to check it out. While it's annoying that he choose to check it himself, he's still the master. It's not like we can stop him. For now…"
He cleared his throat, put his hands behind his back, and said, "Water Hunters, gather!"
The air above a few roofs of the buildings that surrounded them rippled slightly. With that, Master Shawn knew that his men had gathered.
He snapped his fingers, upon which, a red ripple spread out, covering up until the furthest Water Hunter. "Listen to this carefully. We are not here to fight. We are just here to watch over His Highness. Knowing him, His Highness will probably get into fights. Unless he's in grave danger, do not appear. And when you do, the first thing you should do is to get him out of there immediately. Remember your training, and never forget this. Your identities will identify him, and that will only put him in danger. Understood?"
"Yes, sir!" said the three men with him.
The invisible four on the roofs replied by sending out ripples in the air.
"Go!" Master Shawn said.
The moment he uttered the word, all the Water Hunters disappeared, leaving not even a ripple in the unique air that made up the atmosphere.
As for him, he pulled his mask up, raised his right hand up until his c.h.e.s.t level, palm facing up. A small red diagram was formed on his palm.
Master Shawn whispered, "Activate."
His body, as well as the articles of clothing on him, turned transparent, until one could not even tell that there was a man there earlier.
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Pretty soon, it was the day of the battle.
Everyone's attention, which was focused on the news of the princess' betrayal, was turned toward the battle instead. For normal citizens, the chances for them to see their beloved Crown Prince Renaud in battle was rarer than rare, but today… Today, they would be able to feast their eyes on the man who was said to be the second strongest in Terre D'eau.
"I don't think Renaud will go all out," said a young man with yellow markings on the side of his face, which glowed every few seconds, on the street heading toward the royal arena. He and his friend were joining a bunch of their friends who managed to get the tickets to watch the battle.
His friend, whose yellow markings started from his neck, scoffed, "It's about keeping the dignity of the royal family. Think about it. With what the princess has been doing behind their backs, the reputation of the royal family the past few days has probably taken a beating. If he lost to those Earth humans, how are they going to maintain their dignity?"
"Please, Crown Prince Renaud is not that weak," the young man with the face markings said with a sneer. "My father told me that this battle is not even a real battle. It's just a friendly sparring contest; an exchange of experience and skills. Renaud, as the second strongest person in Terre D'eau, shouldn't be going all out."
"And why not?"
"It would be seen that he's bullying those Earth babies. How would that fare well with his future reputation?"
"Ah, screw reputation! I just want to see him go all out! I heard that in the fight between him and the Crown Prince of Wisterion during the Battle of the North Sea, he could have won if the despicable Crown Prince of Wisterion didn't use a weird weapon that allowed him to control a different element."
"What?" His friend looked at him. "What do you mean? I have never heard of that?"
The young man with the neck markings lowered his voice and put his arm around his friend's shoulders to pull him in as he whispered, "I actually know someone from Wisterion, and he told me that the Crown Prince has a weapon that allows him to freeze the water, and that's how he managed to win the Battle of the North Sea."
He then released his friend and put a finger on his lips. "Of course, to avoid any hysteria, King Frederic has told everyone to keep this quiet. Unless you want your whole family, and yourself, to be executed, you will be quiet too."
His friend quickly nodded.
"Ouch! Look where you are going!" the young man with the markings on his face snapped as he rubbed his shoulder, where the person bumped into it.
He then shivered slightly when he saw the death glare by the person. He could not see the person's face, but when he saw the man's hand, which glowed in bright violet suddenly, he scoffed and sent a water fist to the man's abdomen.
The man g.r.o.a.n.e.d and landed on his knee. His hoodie was then pushed away by a force of water-air, revealing a face that had a small branded mark on his forehead. The man had a very common look, and his face was covered with dirt.
He was then lifted into midair by a rope formed by water.
"A mere slave dare to bump into a free man?" the young man with the face markings spat. He looked at the man's branded mark, yet he could not recognize any royal family with the mark.
The man struggled to breathe as the rope tightened around his neck.
"Enough, we are going to be late…" the young man's friend said nonchalantly as he glanced in the direction of the battle arena, and he saw that a lot of people had already gathered in front of the gates.
The young man sighed, and using his water rope, he lifted the man slightly and slammed him down.
"That's for being insolent!" the young man sneered as he looked down at the man, who was still lying on the floor.
After they left, the man with the brand mark stood up. He dragged himself to a hidden corner, and soon, four figures in black clothes and masks jumped out and surrounded him. Without any fear, the man swiped a hand across his head and sighed. "That hurts a little… Also, this cloak stinks."
"Your Highness!" One of the figures, a man, narrowed his eyes and pulled down his mask. The markings on his face pulsated in red angrily. He then glanced in the direction of the battle arena and hissed, "Let me go kill him…"
"I'm fine, Shawn… Don't make such a fuss…" the man said as he removed the dilapidated cloak that he had on, gave it to the man who spoke earlier, and put on the semi-luxurious black cloak that another of his man gave him.
"Your Highness, the people here prefer to walk around without their top," said the man, Shawn, as he dusted his master's clothes. "If you are going to blend it, maybe you want to consider it…"
"Stop trying to get me take off my shirt, Shawn," the young man said with a grin as he leaned uncomfortably close to his man.
The branded mark on his forehead disappeared, revealing a crescent-like mark. When one of his men signaled him, this mysterious man that they called Your Highness quickly took out a talisman, placed it on the mark, and chanted a spell.
A bright red glow later, the mark disappeared, and the dirt on his face was completely gone, revealing a flawless and beautiful face.
The markings on his hands pulsed in violet for a few seconds before changing to red. He looked at his men, and at that point, his eyes that were previously blue rippled slightly with violet before settling down on blue again. "I just wanted to see if the state of the slaves here is bad."
"Your Highness, the rebellion is about to start. It's best if we don't get embroiled in matters of another kingdom," said one of his men after a salute. "If we are found--"
The man waved a hand nonchalantly and said, "Don't refer to me by my title. Go back to the shadows, and take Shawn with you. He's too naggy. And if you must, when we appear together in public, just call me Sir George, a traveling merchant with a lot of money."
He then pulled his cloak together, as if he felt a chill, and said, "Now, get lost. I want to see the fight."
He then put his hoodie on and walked out of the hidden corner.
"Master Shawn," one of the men who were dressed in black said, "is it alright to let His Highness go by himself?"
Master Shawn sighed and massaged his glabella. "Let the stubborn man be. Someone used his name without his permission, of course he has to check it out. While it's annoying that he choose to check it himself, he's still the master. It's not like we can stop him. For now…"
He cleared his throat, put his hands behind his back, and said, "Water Hunters, gather!"
The air above a few roofs of the buildings that surrounded them rippled slightly. With that, Master Shawn knew that his men had gathered.
He snapped his fingers, upon which, a red ripple spread out, covering up until the furthest Water Hunter. "Listen to this carefully. We are not here to fight. We are just here to watch over His Highness. Knowing him, His Highness will probably get into fights. Unless he's in grave danger, do not appear. And when you do, the first thing you should do is to get him out of there immediately. Remember your training, and never forget this. Your identities will identify him, and that will only put him in danger. Understood?"
"Yes, sir!" said the three men with him.
The invisible four on the roofs replied by sending out ripples in the air.
"Go!" Master Shawn said.
The moment he uttered the word, all the Water Hunters disappeared, leaving not even a ripple in the unique air that made up the atmosphere.
As for him, he pulled his mask up, raised his right hand up until his c.h.e.s.t level, palm facing up. A small red diagram was formed on his palm.
Master Shawn whispered, "Activate."
His body, as well as the articles of clothing on him, turned transparent, until one could not even tell that there was a man there earlier.
...
Pretty soon, it was the day of the battle. Everyone's attention, which was focused on the news of the princess' betrayal, was turned toward the battle instead. For normal citizens, the chances for them to see their beloved Crown Prince Renaud in battle was rarer than rare, but today Today, they would be able to feast their eyes on the man who was said to be the second strongest in Terre D'eau. "I don't think Renaud will go all out," said a young man with yellow markings on the side of his face, which glowed every few seconds, on the street heading toward the royal arena. He and his friend were joining a bunch of their friends who managed to get the tickets to watch the battle. His friend, whose yellow markings started from his neck, scoffed, "It's about keeping the dignity of the royal family. Think about it. With what the princess has been doing behind their backs, the reputation of the royal family the past few days has probably taken a beating. If he lost to those Earth humans, how are they going to maintain their dignity?" "Please, Crown Prince Renaud is not that weak," the young man with the face markings said with a sneer. "My father told me that this battle is not even a real battle. It's just a friendly sparring contest; an exchange of experience and skills. Renaud, as the second strongest person in Terre D'eau, shouldn't be going all out." "And why not?" "It would be seen that he's bullying those Earth babies. How would that fare well with his future reputation?" "Ah, screw reputation! I just want to see him go all out! I heard that in the fight between him and the Crown Prince of Wisterion during the Battle of the North Sea, he could have won if the despicable Crown Prince of Wisterion didn't use a weird weapon that allowed him to control a different element." "What?" His friend looked at him. "What do you mean? I have never heard of that?" The young man with the neck markings lowered his voice and put his arm around his friend's shoulders to pull him in as he whispered, "I actually know someone from Wisterion, and he told me that the Crown Prince has a weapon that allows him to freeze the water, and that's how he managed to win the Battle of the North Sea." He then released his friend and put a finger on his lips. "Of course, to avoid any hysteria, King Frederic has told everyone to keep this quiet. Unless you want your whole family, and yourself, to be executed, you will be quiet too." His friend quickly nodded. "Ouch! Look where you are going!" the young man with the markings on his face snapped as he rubbed his shoulder, where the person bumped into it. He then shivered slightly when he saw the death glare by the person. He could not see the person's face, but when he saw the man's hand, which glowed in bright violet suddenly, he scoffed and sent a water fist to the man's abdomen. The man g.r.o.a.n.e.d and landed on his knee. His hoodie was then pushed away by a force of water-air, revealing a face that had a small branded mark on his forehead. The man had a very common look, and his face was covered with dirt. He was then lifted into midair by a rope formed by water. "A mere slave dare to bump into a free man?" the young man with the face markings spat. He looked at the man's branded mark, yet he could not recognize any royal family with the mark. The man struggled to breathe as the rope tightened around his neck. "Enough, we are going to be late" the young man's friend said nonchalantly as he glanced in the direction of the battle arena, and he saw that a lot of people had already gathered in front of the gates. The young man sighed, and using his water rope, he lifted the man slightly and slammed him down. "That's for being insolent!" the young man sneered as he looked down at the man, who was still lying on the floor. After they left, the man with the brand mark stood up. He dragged himself to a hidden corner, and soon, four figures in black clothes and masks jumped out and surrounded him. Without any fear, the man swiped a hand across his head and sighed. "That hurts a little Also, this cloak stinks." "Your Highness!" One of the figures, a man, narrowed his eyes and pulled down his mask. The markings on his face pulsated in red angrily. He then glanced in the direction of the battle arena and hissed, "Let me go kill him" "I'm fine, Shawn Don't make such a fuss" the man said as he removed the dilapidated cloak that he had on, gave it to the man who spoke earlier, and put on the semi-luxurious black cloak that another of his man gave him. "Your Highness, the people here prefer to walk around without their top," said the man, Shawn, as he dusted his master's clothes. "If you are going to blend it, maybe you want to consider it" "Stop trying to get me take off my shirt, Shawn," the young man said with a grin as he leaned uncomfortably close to his man. The branded mark on his forehead disappeared, revealing a crescent-like mark. When one of his men signaled him, this mysterious man that they called Your Highness quickly took out a talisman, placed it on the mark, and chanted a spell. A bright red glow later, the mark disappeared, and the dirt on his face was completely gone, revealing a flawless and beautiful face. The markings on his hands pulsed in violet for a few seconds before changing to red. He looked at his men, and at that point, his eyes that were previously blue rippled slightly with violet before settling down on blue again. "I just wanted to see if the state of the slaves here is bad." "Your Highness, the rebellion is about to start. It's best if we don't get embroiled in matters of another kingdom," said one of his men after a salute. "If we are found--" The man waved a hand nonchalantly and said, "Don't refer to me by my title. Go back to the shadows, and take Shawn with you. He's too naggy. And if you must, when we appear together in public, just call me Sir George, a traveling merchant with a lot of money." He then pulled his cloak together, as if he felt a chill, and said, "Now, get lost. I want to see the fight." He then put his hoodie on and walked out of the hidden corner. "Master Shawn," one of the men who were dressed in black said, "is it alright to let His Highness go by himself?" Master Shawn sighed and massaged his glabella. "Let the stubborn man be. Someone used his name without his permission, of course he has to check it out. While it's annoying that he choose to check it himself, he's still the master. It's not like we can stop him. For now" He cleared his throat, put his hands behind his back, and said, "Water Hunters, gather!" The air above a few roofs of the buildings that surrounded them rippled slightly. With that, Master Shawn knew that his men had gathered. He snapped his fingers, upon which, a red ripple spread out, covering up until the furthest Water Hunter. "Listen to this carefully. We are not here to fight. We are just here to watch over His Highness. Knowing him, His Highness will probably get into fights. Unless he's in grave danger, do not appear. And when you do, the first thing you should do is to get him out of there immediately. Remember your training, and never forget this. Your identities will identify him, and that will only put him in danger. Understood?" "Yes, sir!" said the three men with him. The invisible four on the roofs replied by sending out ripples in the air. "Go!" Master Shawn said. The moment he uttered the word, all the Water Hunters disappeared, leaving not even a ripple in the unique air that made up the atmosphere. As for him, he pulled his mask up, raised his right hand up until his c.h.e.s.t level, palm facing up. A small red diagram was formed on his palm. Master Shawn whispered, "Activate." His body, as well as the articles of clothing on him, turned transparent, until one could not even tell that there was a man there earlier. ...
