SBI Reader Insert book 2

Michael

TW//SWEARING

Reader's POV:

After a time that felt like hours, we both retracted are hug. We smiled at each other with watery eyes. I heard a door open.

"Dad, Ren (the gender neutral term for a parent.) I'm home!" Came a voice.

A zombie piglin hybrid entered the room. They had short hair that had a green to pink ombre, a white shirt, dark brown pants, leather brown below the knee laced buckle boots, red waistband with loose belt and sheaths for swords and daggers, black leather fur colored trench coat, small black and gold bee on a silver chain around his neck, and not to mention a quarter of his face was missing.

He gave me a suspicious look.

"Uh, who is this?" He asked, turning to Ranboo.

"Micheal, They are an old friend of ours. They are also dead." Ranboo said.

So this was Micheal. He had grown a lot, that's for sure.

"No shit. Still doesn't tell me who they are."

"They are Techno's twin."

"Wait, Uncle Techno has a twin!?"

I nod.

"Since when?"

"Since always." I said.

Micheal just looked confused. I chuckled softly. I could understand why he didn't know. He was five when I died, and Techno and I don't really look the same.

"Oh that's why you are kinda familiar."

I nod.

"Bye the gods, look how much you've grown." I said with a slight chuckle.

I extended my arm for a hand shake, he shook it.

We all took a seat in the living room and Tubbo, Ranboo, and Micheal started telling me stories and they mentioned how Techno had trained Micheal.

"Really now?" I asked.

Ranboo nods.

"Think you can take me?" I said

"I don't see why not" Micheal said

I smiled and got up, Micheal followed and we went outside and grabbed two training swords. We both stood five feet apart and got into a defensive stance.

"You ready kid?" I asked.

He nodded to me and then to Tubbo. Tubbo then raised his hand and swung it down and yelled FIGHT!

Micheal stepped in and prepared to deliver a full force overhead attack on me with speed and intent. I parried the attack with the forte (strongest part) of my sword. Without missing a beat, he follows up with raising his sword above his head and quickly raising his right knee to prepare for a better stance, however while looking at the my head and keeping me only in my peripheral vision, I side steps out of the way of any potential counterattack and attack with one hand, suddenly dropping the attack into his foremost leg and he fell with my sword to his throat.

I chuckled and helped him up and we got ready for round two. We nodded to Tubbo.

"Round Two...FIGHT!" and with the drop of his hand we started circling.

Micheal again stepped in and prepared to deliver a full force overhead attack on me so I quickly prepared to parrie. Micheal wisely sweeps my leg knocking me off balance leaning to the right and without missing a beat forcefully swings his sword knocking me to the right. I backroll to my feet and step forward and try to deliver an overhead blow, Micheal parries with the forte of his sword. I follow up with raising my sword above my head and quickly raising my right knee to prepare for a better stance, however Micheal moves into my peripheral vision, he sidesteps out of the way of any potential counterattack and attacks with one handed, dropping into my foremost leg and I fell with his sword to my throat.

"How did you do that? Techno shouldn't even know that."

"You taught me." Micheal responded

"What?"

As he helped me up he explained what he calls the chameleon technique.

"Like a chameleon copying and blending in with their surroundings, even though that technically isn't true, when I see a combination of movements I can almost automatically recreate the movements almost perfectly."

"Oh, well that's interesting."

"Yeah and I can just about remember everything I read."

"Oh yeah, that's awesome."

We all head back inside for some water and hang out more. Everything was great, reunited with old friends and made new ones.

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But nothing built lasts forever.