Second Treasure Of The Kingdom

chapter 6 : unpredicted meeting (1)

when y/n was certain that she will finally get some rest

life had other plans for her

the sharp dragger that almost went through her skull was still stabbed in the tree sticking out like a sore thumb reminding her of her bright luck

' and i thought that i was lucky for not getting cought when I was sneaking out '

not even given the chance to savour the magnificent forest a shadow has approached from the shadows and in the blink of an eye the shadow was Infront of her face

and it appears that it was not any shadow

a white-ish grey hair , sharp gaze , smell of blood , intense murderous aura and vicious and stealthy movements
...
' ...Ron molan '

y/n didn't move away when the assassin lounged on was it shock ? was it fear ? the frozen girl wasn't sure

noticing her dazed state he mercilessly aimed to the black haired girl's neck with another dagger much longer and sharper than the previous one

and y/n didn't notice until it was already too late

not having any other choice but to use her hand to Shield herself
the threatening blade pierced through her tender white palm

if it wasn't for her fight or flight reflexes the dagger would have been plugged deep in her throat instead of her shaking hand

Ron's eyebrows arched up not confused but amazed by her bold attempt to block his attack

'..ho?'

then came her fearless answer

" that wasn't my neck ....you missed "

and he thought that he can't get more amazed but the mocking tone proved the otherwise and got him a bit annoyed too
locking eyes with the girl who looked like a moving curtain with a floating head in her ridiculously big robe , he murmured in a low threatening tone

" i assure you that next time i won't "

the said girl who was being threatened and seemed like she was doing her best not to let the blade sink in deeper was actually trying her best to hold her laugh back

' hold it in y/n. if you want to keep your head on '
.....
'...but his face pfft'

thinking that this can't get more funnier she was wrong

how funny you'll ask

well

as y/n have applied a great force on her heels striking with both her legs at once next aiming on the old assassin's stomach trying to push him off
Ron was thrown away successfully ... but the dagger wasn't ...and that's when she lost it

" hah " a small chuckle escaped from her trembling mouth and soon the little chuckle became a soft laugh

the vicious assassin googled at the weird black haired girl and was questioning if the dagger has Peirced her head instead of her hand

feeling the heavy gaze on her y/n decided to stop acting like a Maniac and wiped an unexisting tear

then looked at the blade that was still sticking in her angry red hand , grabbed it and then pulled it out splashing the grass underneath her feet with blood

lifting her head to look at her attacker with the blood stained dagger in her uninjured hand as her new weapon she locked eyes with the very vicious assassin in an intense staring contest
trees rustling ,

dew dripping from leaves and propobly monsters growling other than theses sounds it was dead silent

y/n who ignored her oozing wound got in a defense position as she searched in her memories for Ron's fighting style and weaknesses to force an open opportunity to-