Repurposed | Quirrel x Sheo x Nailsmith

Chapter Twenty Six: Bonus Scenes

Here are the bonus scenes that I really wanted to write but couldn't find a way to squeeze into the story, (for no reason other than I'm bad at pacing,) so here you are, all of these are 110% cannon to the fic btw

The peak of a nailmaster's career is always right after a tournament is won. The rush of adrenaline as you land the final blow, the shout of the referee as they declare your opponent unable to battle, the roars and cheers coming from the crowd as they applaud your victory, showering you with geo and treasures, it's a feeling like no other.

"Hey, Sheo!" Mato attracted his brother's attention with a muffled shout, his mouth full of food. "Watch how many of these I can eat at once!"

And of course, who could forget being given free food and gifts as they walk about the kingdom. The nailmasters were being treated like kings. At every turn there were bugs flattering them, telling them how amazing they looked in the area, and trying to get them to sign anything and everything that could be signed.

Mato was taking full advantage of the food. Every stall they passed he was being given free samples so big they were nothing less than full course meals. At present he was trying to see how many samples he could eat in one bite, and Oro was right behind him.

"That's nothing!" Oro scoffed as his brother shoved his mouth full. "Sheo, watch how a real nailmaster eats!" Oro said before attempting to shove his mouth even fuller than his brother.

Beside them, their master was attempting to hold back a laugh as a small crowd began to form to watch the brothers duel. Sheo would've laughed too if it were not for the voice of a distressed bug he caught in the midst of all the excitement.

"Hey wait! Stop!" is all he could hear before deeper voices began speaking over the voice.

"Why, you're a pretty one, aren't ya?" someone said, Sheo strained to pick up where it was coming from.

"Yeah," someone else agreed. "They're quite a sight."

There. Sheo saw figures cornering a poor bug away from the crowds of the market. He cast a glance to his brothers and master, all equally occupied, before deciding that he wouldn't disturb them with something like this. Sheo slipped away unnoticed and went after them on his own.

He followed them into an alleyway. The noise from the market masked their wrongdoings, as well as Sheo's footsteps. None of the individuals who were harassing the bug noticed Sheo towering behind them, not even as he drew his nail.

"Look at me when I'm talking to ya, doll," one of them demanded. "There ain't nothin' behind me that'll-" the bug glanced behind him, only to find Sheo looking down on him and his group with an unforgiving stare.

"What the hell!?" The bug jolted, drawing his weapon in an instant and pointing at Sheo. His friends did the same, all snarling at him with a sharp glare. Though caught off guard, the bug regained his composure just as quickly as he had lost it. Sheo's appearance didn't seem to scare him one bit. "Well, look at the big guy all high and mighty. You here to play hero or what?"

"I'm here to ask you let that bug go," Sheo's voice was calm and steady.

"Or what? You realize it's five to one? And let me assure ya we ain't no amateurs." This bug seemed to be the leader, the other four just mirroring his confidence. A gang perhaps? Thugs? Some kind of troublesome group.

"I can see as such," Sheo's voice wasn't threatening or intimidating, he spoke as if he were stating simple facts. "I'll ask again that you let that bug go. I will not ask a third time."