Tbate-The Reincarnates

Pre-festival: Part-3

From Thorny Bristly's point of view

"Run! Thorny!" Drossel yelled, swinging his spear to parry the attack from Jack's hand.

I couldn't move.

Firstly, there wasn't enough time to do this, Drossel was eliminated in a matter of seconds. All I could do was silently watch Jack spank him like he was killing a fly.

Drossel was strong, he should be strong after all the council personally gave him the mission to hunt down the greatest assassin this continent has ever seen.

But in the end he wasn't able to land even a single hit on Jack.

In terms of time, it was at most 10 seconds.

Jack was by no means faster than Drossel, it just so happened that every move my traveling companion made was overcome by slight skill, which he kept repeating once, three times, four times.

Skill difference, that was the only thing that could describe what was happening, Jack's skills were overwhelmingly superior to Drossel's, it was enough for me to be able to see clearly with my eyes.

While Drossel was moving, he was digging his own grave, with as little movement as possible Jack, but at a speed that was capable of rendering Drossel helpless.

It was a brilliant technique.

Jack chose the perfect ranges to advance, placing himself at the perfect distance for Drossel's spear to reach him effectively, it looked like he was mocking his opponent, each powerful blow he blocked gave him brief openings to advance.

He was a checkmate.

One fist landed very deeply on Drossel's solar plexus, then a second fist crashed into the tip of his chin.

The third hit was deferential to the later ones, as Jack drew his sword from its scabbard and plunged it into Drossel's neck, causing him to fall to the ground... most likely dead.

"Now then." Jack hissed as he turned to face me.

Still unable to do anything, a second passed.

An instant after he appeared in front of me he had already finished his attack, eight or more of my ribs broke simultaneously. There was another impact that normally makes me fly away, but the only thing I felt was something being crushed and that thing was my rib cage, feeling the bones puncturing my internal organs especially my lung.

The last thing I saw before I lost consciousness was my old blood splattering on the floor.

From Isabelle Winey's point of view

After knocking on the metal door, an old man with a handlebar mustache dressed as a butler opens the door.

"Greetings. Master Gideon is not...hello, Master Winey, please come in." He says as he opens the door. He realizes that we are welcome guests, giving us a deep bow before showing us inside.

Himes automatically deny everyone except some people. The interior of the facility was hardly attractive. The whole place was a mess, with tools on the floor and rather intriguing-looking raw materials piled high on the shelves. There were microscopes and other tools.

"Himes! I told you not to let anyone...ah, Isabelle!" From the dark corner of a different room came Gideon.

"Haha! As welcoming as ever, isn't it, Gideon?" I shake my head, giving the artifice a helpless smile.

"Emily, Nettie come here." The artificer yelled, causing two young girls to appear, "Meet Isabelle Winey."

"Winey? You and Lancelot's mother?"

"Oh..do you know my son?"

"Yes, we studied together in Xyrus."

"I understood."

"Let's cut to the chase. What brings you here Isabelle? You didn't come here just to say hi and leave, you consider your time more valuable than that." exclaimed Gideon.

"You're right, Gideon." I agreed, injected mana into my dimensional ring and took out the weak with the antidote.

"My mother has a solution to some of our many problems." Just as I was about to speak again an unmistakable voice came from the second floor, making us all stare at my son and Fluger who was perched on his shoulder.