Bell's villainous friend

Intro

In the world of Danmachi, gods came down from the heavens to live with man. The gods thought it was a pleasant and entertaining idea. They made familias, offered their blessings, most jump at the opportunity to be granted power from a god's blessing, to live longer, grow powerful and be the talk of the town and the gods. Men, women and Teens, witches, all the girls and young man want to be popular among their fellow adventurers.

All the gods ask for someone to bring them wealth, fame and feed their ego. Some gods wanted to reap the young fruit of the fellow gods' creations and offspring of man. But this led to problems later on, gods' bias, ego, lust and avarice towards each other and other races lead to them and their familias to hunt, kill and exterminate. Which lead to the elves to being near exterminated by adventurers with magic swords.

But this is not a historical lesson. This is a tale of two childhood friends who have a strong bond that of siblings. One who has a heroic light who dreams of being like the Heroes of the stories his grandfather told him. The other was shrouded in darkness, born from it and 'a child of shadows' as they say. Destined to kill each other as enemies, but they became closest of friends, but the child of shadows decided to change his fate with his own two hands. Bell and his friend were almost Inseparable, almost. Bell was young and Naïve, his friend was different, Bell had a family (his Grandfather Zeus) he grew up with love, joy and kindness. Where his friend however had no one, his parents either dead or abandoned him, had to work, fight, steal just for food scraps no one wanted, money, clothes, and beaten for look at someone or being different, nobody care about some dirty rat. He grew up with rage and hatred. And that friend dislike the gods, live among man and they're way thinking and life. They decided to be adventurers, Bell did very little to train, his friend trained almost everyday.

In a distanced village, live a boy who lives with his grandfather. His grandfather would tell him stories of heroes of old, and try to slip some dirty perverse secret lessons in so his grandson's mind. the old man smiled at his grandson as he fell asleep with a smile painted on his face. outside the house about twenty feet in the woods was a boy. he stood by a tree; he was watched the lights go out. He took a deep breath he felt jealous and saddened by love and life in that house and the rest of the village, the wind blew passed him and through the forest before he turned around walked deep into the woods until he came across a clearing where a boulder was with a poorly made shelter made sticks and mud.

That was where the boy lived, the village people mostly saw him as a lousy coyote that rumbles through the garbage. He laid down in his "home". He envied the other kids in the village, most of them have fathers, mothers, aunts, uncles and older siblings who take care of them, whereas for him his parents either dead or up and abandoned him. He fell asleep cold, sad, and alone. He rested as the cold air blew over as he wrapped himself in an old blanket his friend, Bell grabbed for him to wake him up and try to convince his friend to come over to his house and join him and his grandfather. But he refused. He held no ill will towards his only friend in the valley. The villagers and the villages and towns viewed him as an abnormal and strange creature that was alien to them.

Bell's friend left the village they were living in, he offered Bell a chance to join him, Bell refused and chose to stay with his grandfather. Bell's friend was upset but respected his Decision. He joined underground fight rings, stole from nobles, commoners, and bandits, and theft alike.

He gained the reputation as the black wolverine in the underground fighting rings, he fought people bigger, stronger, faster and more experienced than him. The first six months, he would be beaten to the ground bloody and bruised. He would take chump change from his fixed fights, and he was fed mildly decent food by the organizer and his trainer who saw him as a weak joke that would be killed by the first five minutes. But he kept training, he was getting faster, his strikes hit harder. The seventh month his trainer set up a fight against a big buff guy who look within his late twenties he had a cocky grin on his face. The bettors placed their money on his opponent. He stepped into the ring, breathed in and out slowly, calming his nerves. The bell rang, the fight began, he dodged the shallow strikes. He began throwing his own punches shallow and weak aiming for the abdomen. His punches were irritating at best. Took a right hook to the jaw knocked to the ground, got up, wiped his nose. Went for a jab and three follow up punches. His opponent leaned back and stepped back. He thought this was an amusing warm up. He started throwing more serious punches. The young lad blocked and was backed into the wall and held out until the bell rang. Everyone was upset he didn't lose already. Breathed in closing his eyes and exhaled out as he opened his eyes shining brighter than cracked his neck before the bell rang again and got into the fight. He started pounding into the older fighter who was surprised by this and how painful and hard the punches were. He raised his arms to block but got a hard right hook to the jaw making him stumble. He grabbed his jaw and rubbed it before seeing the kid wipe his nose with his thumb. He raised his arms up the guard think a jab. The lad ran up to him his arm tacked back. The fighter was expecting a wild haymaker. The lad jumped off the ground and twisted his body not throwing a punch but swinging a kick to the head, knocking him to the ground. After the kick he delivered he landed on his hands and left knee with right leg stretched out, the older fighter was dazed. Trying to get back up but the young lad rose to his feet first and the older fighter almost rose completely but fell. Everyone was shocked by what just happened. The older fighter who everyone betted on just lose to a kid who was famous for getting his ass handed to him.