Chronicles of Time and Space

Chapter 12: Aftermath

Authors note

Speaking: " ........."

Thinking: ' .........'

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„ Yeah it just feels right to give it to her. Now let's go Kaachan" Izuku grabbing the hand of the girl who was a bit shorter than him and following his best friend.

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Four hours earlier

Ban Pov

"That boy—there's no mistake, he has it. Those eyes... it's the Void Veil. But how? He was supposed to be dead," the winged man thought out loud as he paced around his office in circles, a hand on his chin indicating that he was deep in thought. He was interrupted by a knock on the door.

Looking at the door with a hint of annoyance, he said, "Come in," in a commanding tone. However, after 30 seconds passed without anyone entering, he grew angry and went to open the door himself. "I swear, Nexus, if you don't have a damn good reason for this, I'll torture you tonight." But when he opened the door and looked into the hallway outside, no one was there—not even the regular guards he had stationed.

"Where the hell are these morons? They better be dead or..." he muttered, but stopped mid-sentence when he heard the sound of a lighter being ignited behind him.

Turning around, he froze briefly. Sitting in his chair was another man, his hair spiky and somewhat messy, silver with a windswept appearance, and red eyes. He had earrings that looked like two metallic golden rods connected by a single golden pearl on each ear. He wore an all-black, long-sleeved coat with black gloves and a simple black shirt, paired with somewhat baggy grey jeans and black boots.

After lighting a cigarette and exhaling a puff of smoke, the man began, "Hello, Ban. It's been a while—almost eleven years, right?"

"You've got some nerve showing up here now. But with you being here, that boy makes a lot more sense, isn't that right, Theodore?" Ban said in a disgusted tone, walking toward the man sitting behind the desk, who was peacefully smoking his cigarette. Slamming his hand on the desk, he questioned angrily, "So, what do you want? You don't just show up after eleven years for old times' sake. This is about the boy, isn't it?"

Now having crossed his legs, the red-eyed man calmly replied, "Indeed it is. It seems your mind is as sharp as ever. Nevertheless, I'm here to warn you."

"Warn me? What are you babbling about? Warn me of what? That the kid'll defeat me? Sorry, but that won't happen!" Ban suggested jokingly.

"No, not the kid. But if you kill him, I'll be the one to end you. And that's a promise, not a threat. You flipped my life upside down once before; I won't tolerate it happening again. Do you understand, Ban?" Theodore said, standing up and looking at Ban with sharp, threatening eyes.

Reacting angrily, the winged man spread his wings and coldly stated, "You dare look down on me? You haven't changed one bit, you egotistical ass. I'll have you know that—aggghh... Ahhh... Air—"

Seemingly having teleported in front of him, the silver-haired man began choking and lifting Ban with one hand with little effort.

"I've told you: you kill the boy, I kill you. I'm more than capable of doing it, so don't overestimate your abilities. You've always been weak, both emotionally and physically," the silver-haired man threatened before throwing Ban towards the door. Turning away but looking back one last time, he calmly said, "Don't disgrace yourself even more than you already have. Just hand the girl over like a good criminal," before vanishing from the room as lightning struck in the background.