Rey De-Heavens (English)

9.1

There he was, the great-grandson of the white witch stepped into the light in front of the throne. Tall-bodied, short-haired, covered in simple knight's armor, but with bluish crystalline cloaks of rather intricate design. At his waist a two-handed long sword. Jaw raised, chest puffed out, back erect and posture straight, like all arrogant conceit who would never stop until he achieved what he desired.

Clara wanted her disciple to know defeat so that he could get his head back on straight. After all, for warriors, the stronger the opponent the greater the results of combat. As one who was distressed at having to ask a favor, she added:

"I ask you to accept the confrontation; in return, I will give you my knowledge no matter how long it takes you to learn it....."

Clara's great-grandson, as someone whose pride had been offended in the worst way, added:

"The three of you can attack me at the same time if you wish, you may have a better chance. But if you do not defeat me, I will not allow you to train with her, and I myself will send you away forever."

Edith, terrified, moved behind the little boy and covered her head at the forceful words of the imposing burly fighter. At the same time she realized something. No matter how many times it had happened in the past, she could not get used to the feeling of fear she felt and always ended up hiding behind Rey. She even wondered to herself, that if it hadn't been for the hatred she felt knowing she was destined for someone else, would she have had the courage to run away and look for him? "What was I thinking to do such a crazy thing?". Feeling ashamed of herself, she needed to say something out loud:

"Rey. Don't hate me for depending on you so much without being able to do anything in return."

White heaved her chest as one who feared nothing, for despite her size, she alone had been victorious in facing several enemies before reaching the castle entrance.

Rey with a cautious tone and after giving Edith a smile, added:

"I'll take care of him. Don't worry."

The words and his demeanor caused the small feline to give way, Edith to let him go and his opponent to drop the weapon he was carrying and adopt a fighting pose.

As was now usual, Rey stood in a position that left his fractured arm hidden and the good one in front. With a smile on his face, the anxious opponent erected a defensive barrier of water. He created two swords from the same liquid and rushed at the little guy, but halfway through he was forced to retreat. With a leap backwards, rather as if knocked down by an external force, he crouched on the ground and tried to cover his chest wound with his remaining arm.

Rey, he showed a face as if he had seen something unexpected:

"Oh! Congratulations, you are the only being who has managed to get to receive my most powerful attack and still be left on his feet."

Enraged, the guy stopped covering the gigantic wound that opened on the side of his chest cavity and spat blood every time he moved. Generating another sword, he tried to stand up to attack with all his remaining strength, but he could not. A monstrous hand pierced his chest from back to front and held his still beating heart in front of his face.

Rey, who had not even moved from where he was, disappeared, surprising even his two companions who were left with their mouths open.

Edith, as one who was trying to understand, said:

"So that was the way you would be prepared if someone appeared from nowhere and attacked you. All this time you were hiding your real body."

Munch-munch, nom-nom, yum-nom, glup. Rey swallowed, flashed a smile and made his hand return to normal to drop his opponent on the ground.