"Time to sell boring books yet again. Filler does feel dull. Can I fight someone at least?"
My request came true.
I'm fighting someone with books.
"-oof! How dare you attempt to steal books!" I accused loudly, taking refuge using my table as books were being fired at me. "How terrible, terrible! Imagine stealing books!"
I impulsively threw books back.
"You're the mean one for trying to steal my business!" he retorted before he was hit in the face by a book. "Stealing my customers!"
This book fight would last a while.
I rolled out to the open with a pile of books grasped in my arms and advanced the charge. Narrowly escaping hits of his books, I launched an continuous barrage that lasted ten books. Upon closing the distance, I found myself switching fortresses with this guy. I was so close to a clear victory.
When I was hit twice in the forehead, I leaned down to take shelter from the same barrage. Where is Cenobia when I need it most? It's essential to win this fight. Even more than defeating the Queen! Business.
I searched for an heavy book to send over.
"Ow! You really wanna go?!?" he exclaimed, hopping over my table and using his bubble shield. "Let's fight! Through literature!"
"What?"
"What?"
"Great idea. Through poem or story?" I agreed calmly, having warmed up to the idea rather quickly, standing up and facing him. "Or should it actually be through fists?"
"What are we? Barbarians? No. Besides, it's stupid to fight," he responded with a clear deadpan expression on his face. "Violence is so outdated that it hurts to see something violently committed ever. The only reason it exists, is thanks to people who don't know how to solve things using their head."
How peaceful?
Odd. How weird. Peace is just boring. It's why I love the chaos in fiction. Peace is better in reality, so that fiction can thrive.
"Anyways, what's your name?"
"Ennui."
He then flopped down onto the ground, falling and coughing a lot. "Sorry. I break into this limp and sick state whenever I say my name. It actually feels awful to say my name. Don't say my name to me ever," Ennui instructed getting up and recovering soon.
"I'm Mirror," I introduced briefly. "Anyways, when should our literature fight start? And are we duelling by poetry or story?"
"Story, of course."
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FantasyThis is the fourth interation of this sequel. WHYYYY???!!! What a fool I was. The first two were thrown away out of anxious uselessness! The third was accidentally deleted today. I feel foggy in the head.. Anyways, please read the first book as you...
