As the two headed out, he answered his ringing phone. "Lorena?"
"Thank goodness, I've been trying to contact you for hours! We were going to head to Shugoda next week, but should we go now?"
"No, keep going with your research. I challenged Rigal to a rematch. If the Herdsmen arrives....I have an idea to kill two eagles with one stone."
"Try and execute it well. With that out of the way," lowering her tone. "So I'm your pelirroja, huh?"
The intrigue in her voice left him darting his eyes around. "Wait, I didn't mean it in a I own you way!"
"Same nickname as your friend?"
"Not even," hearing her swift chuckle. "She was amor!"
"Good to know the fight didn't break your bizarre bluntness. Next time, shout out my name and Sanchez Investigations, it'll make your argument more sound."
He sucked his teeth. "Don't feed Rigal's women only use men claims further."
"I kid, but it's nice to hear the lost languages again. We'll stay in Coastrosity for a bit to find any of Taylor or Cluster's victims. Make your rematch an official battle at the tournament arena you ended up at so he can't let his yes-men cheat you out of a win."
"Got it, good luck."
"You mean, good luck, mi pelirroja," barely holding in her amusement. He sucked his teeth.
"Good luck, mi pelirroja."
"Mucha suerte para ti también, my prince," hanging up with a text that said to work on his pronunciation. She found footage of his fight, logging into a Quilter account named is Prince Sehki innocent, setting up posts to be filled in for later with extra intel Calypsa wrote on the back of the photo.
"She set this up? Why?"
Crevan showed Sehki around to a nearby Condeli, ordering simple sandwiches with good protein for Ursas, about to head into the back.
"Hey, I have enough money."
"Nah, it's all good. Boss, you're still around here? Give me a minute Princ-"
"Shadow Paladin! Not trying to reveal that yet," he grunted.
"Ahh, sorry," alerting his former boss. "I'm back! You got the apron, breakfast rush. Sehki, you'll be handing it to the kids. Hurry, they move fast."
He did not expect to be serving several bacon-egg-cheese sandwiches to passive aggressive customers, while Crevan told him to hop them in his hands before handing it to each person. It led to each of them wondering where Sehki would drop it to before they paid and left.
"Ahh, I've missed that. And Sehki, just call me Cree."
"Okay, sure," being whacked airborne by his staff, who spun him around by the torso. Gyrating into panic with the fear of falling present, he found himself dizzy until being sprung up held up by his rear under a cushion of air.
"Why?"
"Take a look," making him watch children taking spinning tops and toys with their parents in the park with different natural elements, primarily wind.
"They have Beyblades?"
"Huh? You mean Spiral Gears? Try and see if you can get it spinning."
"But my wind magic cap is just as low," only for Cree to push him towards the kids. They made him try it out, and his lack of skill resulted in him losing to kids divided by thrice his age.
"Is that the best you can do," taking the gear, and weaving the wind around, using his staff as a medium to launch it at the others. "You don't need a lot of MP, just find what helps you channel your flow."
His brain hurt imagining swirling the energy around the Spiral Gear, striking it at the opposing ones only for it to dent into a tree.
"You're thinking too hard," leading to him smacking Sehki when the latter threw a fireball to enhance it. "Cheating against children, really?"
"It's not a valid strategy?"
Cree sighed. "You're not preparing for a fight, focus on having fun."
"Fun?" His shadow morphed into a launcher for the Spiral Gear as he recalled a time he tried teaching Flint how to use a ripcord and shooter for a Beyblade, sending the energy through the prongs to fire it like the others.
"Good, keep it up," watching him use his hands to try and keep up against the several kids rushing the new guy.
Though his hands were tired from losing three to ten rounds, Cree brought him over to the nearby K-8 school, watching young teens with Sky n Fly shirts gyrating wind around the hands to set a fire, kicking cigarette smoke and flames at the younger kids trying to play outside.
"No using your magic," Cree challenged, forcing Sehki to follow his lead, striking and crushing the vandal's hands before they could in their spells.
Spotting the young kids scared, the naive prince fought the pain in his arms to use his training and get a good workout beating up the thugs harassing them as Cree covered his back.
"Better hurry up before the royal guard comes," Cree teased after they huddled in fear while Sehk shook his wrists, watching as they left.
"Still wasting their life even with their master's in prison. What a waste. Follow me, Shadow."
They ended up joining some teens and adolescents subway surfing onto the train. Cree naturally rode on, Sehki was hesitant till the former pointed out his stunt the other day.
"It was a spur of the moment."
"Let's sharpen them," laughing at Sehki needing to form belts for his feet.
They came across an area similar to apartment projects with several people with signs at the royal guards, but the video camera showed only the perspective of the angry protestors while Sehki could see the guards about to shoot them down.
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Celestial University: A Bully Romance
Romance"A bully romantasy about finding your greatest strength in the darkest of times." Trying to save his younger brother from his abusive father, a deadly fire leads Shemar Thomas separated from him and teleported to another world. Finding out he's the...
