Rey De-Heavens (English)

8.6

Trying not to appear impatient to know, the gentleman with the elongated beard and simple robes bowed as he held up his hands as if to receive money.

"Now, how is this place you come from little one?"

Rey, without much thought, replied:

"Exactly like this one, I'm afraid to tell you. And the road is not at the top of the mountain, but at the entrance to the forest."

Cato took a deep breath.

"Haahhahaaa-ah!" He spread his hands. "I see. All, all this turned out to be a comedy... Certainly, I'm nothing but a tiny speck of dust flying in the wind! I see, I see, so that's how it is! So there was nothing on top of the mountain! Thank you, little one. Thank you for freeing me."

The body that could be seen before turned to dust and disappeared with the first gust of wind before the eyes of the three of them.

"Let's move on..." said Rey. "Ah, if you don't want to be looked at strangely, I advise you to stop floating, but stay in a state of intangibility in case you happen to be attacked" he said to Edith, as soon as he turned in the direction of the large realm that existed inside the mountain.

Edith, who was floating through the air, obeyed the suggestions, descended and placed her feet on the ground behind Rey. Already when they had advanced inside the immense, almost overpopulated city, many eyes turned to see them. She expounded a comment when she saw the first individuals almost naked, with stone mallets, loincloths and spears.

"Rey, these people with arrogant looks and cold demeanor are wearing very light clothing, why would that be?"

Rey, as one who knew everything, explained the reason to the little girl:

"In the technique of combat not influenced by technology there are two paths. Strength or agility, but no matter how strong you are, if you can't follow your opponent's movements, you will lose all the advantage you gained by creating strength and you will end up a target unable to defend yourself. My teacher explained to me that techniques are means to compensate for weakness, and he was right. Speed gives many advantages and variety of techniques. Take the example of my confrontation against the guardians of Paradise. In terms of strength and defense, I can't compare with them, but if I am fast enough to intercept them with a lethal blow before they can even touch me, then I will have the fight won....

A person of irritated character stepped in the middle of the wide path made up of gray flagstones and bricks, and interrupted the little boy's advance:

"Stop there little boy! You dare to pass before me without bowing your head or saluting with respect. What?! Haven't they taught you manners?!" he said to the point of deforming his mouth to look more intimidating; not that he needed it, since his appearance said a lot: pale tanned skin, long white hair, full moustache and scars on his face. He wore cloths tied around his neck that were tucked inside his vest. The black vest, with gold buttons, was covered by a vibrant red, sleeveless, floor-length suit. Protruding from the hands were the sleeves of a shirt. A three-pointed hat with red feather, long pants, steel-toed boots and three belts, one on the right shoulder across his chest and loaded with a musket and the other two at the waist concealed by the suit.

Edith was startled, as it was normal to be startled by an unexpected loud noise. Rey, on the other hand, simply straightened his posture, stuck out his chest and hid his broken arm that made him look weak, to warn with killer instincts:

"You are in my way...."

Of all those who had been seen before, the guy was wearing the most clothes. "That means he's strong and doesn't care about speed," Edith thought.

The fellow drew his musket and a sword. He stood on guard against the boy's intimidating presence towering over him:

"So someone as insignificant and battered as you still has pride" He threw the sword at the little boy's feet. "Let me tell you that, from now on, you will have to prove yourself to me. In this city where you cannot die, we shall see if your arts are worthy of respect....."

Rey also felt doubtful about the opponent's clothing. The musket was a quick-wielding hand sword, good for thrusting, but all the garments he wore seemed to contradict a specific fighting style. As it was offered to him, Rey lifted the sword from the ground and without even bothering to unsheathe it, said:

"Regardless of the effectiveness of your trickery, if I defeat you with a single blow, will I be able to get to where the white witches are located?"

"What a nonsensical question. In this realm effort is everything and what better glory for a fighter than to see the fruits of a lifetime of training. The white witches are the strongest in the place and whoever defeats them will have the privilege of rejoicing in the title of "Strongest Among All"" He paused and continued. "My fighting style is not composed of trickery. Such offense will not be accepted. Anyone who fights with the means he believes, that are the right ones, cannot be wrong."

"So I'm not the only one who wants to see them. Interesting... On the other hand, whoever argues ends up trying to prove something to himself. If in the face of my comment you can't be proud of your fighting style, you should look for a different one. I'll show you..."

"Are you thinking of fighting against him? You're out of your mind," said Edith in fright.

"Edith, listen and pay attention. To fight and keep fighting without falling is the best resource for learning. In other words, through countless battles there is also knowledge."

Grinding his teeth at being ignored and getting a lecture from someone smaller, the guy added loudly:

"Do you have enough resistance to pain, because here I come and I don't want to see you crying!".

The busy street full of buildings that almost reached the sky stopped, only to see the two opponents fighting each other.

As soon as Rey took the first step to attack, a loud sound could be heard: Banng! That man had been much faster than him, therefore, Rey received the first almost lethal blow without even being able to defend himself or realize what had happened.

With a hole in his right shoulder, and driven back, the little man with no surname was forced to drop the sword that was given to him.