Servants in Remnant

The Curse of Invincibility

Boris was working on paperwork when the clock finally chimed, indicating that it was closing time. He stood up from his desk, stretching as best as he could, before heading to close up the gym.

It was a small place, Boris would admit, but he had owned it for years, and he liked it. Tatami mats on the floors, wooden walls with shoji panels, and then a mixture of old fashioned equipment and new. A small arena that was set up to monitor the Aura of the combatants. For members willing to pay a little more, he even had a hard-light sparring room.

As he walked out of his office, he heard the thumps of somebody sparring in the other room and couldn't help but chuckle to himself. He had been open for years and rarely had people use the gym till this late in the evening. Now, every day for a full week this kid starts coming in and using the place for hours on end, taking advantage of his "one week free" pass for the gym.

He walked into the room and looked around. Sure enough, only the kid was there. In front of one of the sparring dummies at the far side of the room, giving it enough punishment that if it were real it would definitely be calling for mercy. Boris stopped and watched for a moment.

The kid was an odd one Boris decided. The way the kid was dressed, and how he carried himself, Boris suspected that he was either a Huntsman or a Huntsman in training. And watching as he went at the sparring dummies now, Boris could only feel that his initial thoughts were justified.

Fast. Strong. Accurate. He could even tell that the kid managed to notice him, even while sparring. This guy would be a monster out in the field.

"Oi! Greenie! I'm closing up shop. Time to kick you out." He called out.

The man turned to him with an insulted look on his face. "C'mon Gramps! I've told you to lay off on the 'Greenie' name. Just because my hair is green doesn't mean it has to become my name. That's probably the laziest way to give anybody a nickname!"

Boris smirked, "Too bad. It's also tradition for us older folk to make fun of the young ones and their hair dye choices."

'Greenie' barked out a laugh, "I've told you, this is actually my hair color, I promise!"

"Sure, sure" Boris waved him off, and then started shutting down the machinery and lights while 'Greenie' cleaned himself up. There wasn't a lot of stuff that needed to get shut down, but he was always careful with the hard-light stuff. That Dust was expensive, and he was a bit of a penny pincher in that regard.

The two of them were quiet until they started walking out of the building and into the quiet streets. "So" Boris spoke up. "Have you decided on what you're going to do?" He looked at 'Greenie' expectantly.

'Greenie' gave a shrug, looking unconcerned. "Hmmm, nope! Not yet. Still just admiring life and the freedom we have, you know?"

Boris gave him a glance. That last statement had the feeling of a hidden joke, but he wasn't sure he liked the implications it had.

"Well" Boris tried, "I'm afraid that the week is just about up. Either you'll be signing up for real, or I'm afraid I won't be seeing you there anymore." Boris fixed 'Greenie' with a glare "I refuse to put up with free-loaders. Even a dedicated customer as you are."

'Greenie' smirked, "And I wouldn't want to burden you with a free-loader!" he chuckled, turning to him with a smile. "I figure I'll just need another week to get my feet on the ground. Maybe then I'll check to see if I can get a few bounties from killing some of those Grimm."

"Oh?" Boris said "So you're a Huntsman, are ya?"

"Huh?" 'Greenie' looked confused, "What does being a Huntsman have anything to do with killing Grimm?"