A Dance with Darkness and Light: Re-Origination

10: Return to Solgang City

A week passed since the dinner with his brothers, but even though he was able to lighten up a bit, the darkness was still lingering. Training his body daily and cultivating the plate within him, his life-vein had finally healed completely. Though he made out an oddity, as the essence of either darkness and light grew, so would the edge of the plate. As of now, there was more dark essence and the plate even started to grow upwards.

Kadi was impressed and a bit scared by the prince's rapid improvement if he were to be honest, which went as far as a warrior such as him - in the sixth stage of the origin realm - to being forced to use his qi in order to protect himself from injuries.

As a warrior in the sixth stage of the origin realm, he was one of the ten strongest warriors in the kingdom. This goes to show that the prince was really making huge progress. A month ago, he was dead, then he was not, but his body was frail and his life-vein damaged. There was no cultivation to speak of or rather, with such a body, it was impossible. Yet now, Bazuul was already showing signs of stepping into the true qi realm.

Kadi hadn't even realized that the prince had entered the cultivation path and reached the qi condensation realm. Let's not even mention about cultivating to the ninth stage of the foundation establishment realm and making efforts to break through his bodily shackles. Entering a realm where he would finally be able to learn how to use outer qi.

When had the prince even have the time to cleanse his meridians and step into the condensation realm?

Back in his chamber Bazuul lay in his bath and slowly drifted into the Akashic library. He was quite excited since this was the first time ever since he entered it once, even though he tried multiple times.

As his spectral form drifted through he was looking for something that would increase his speed and stabilize his footwork. His idea was to look for something like shunpo, an ability from one of his favorite video-game characters back on earth. To his surprise, he actually did find several skills that were part of the so-called shunpo technique.

One being an offensive skill called [Flash Steps] where one accelerated quickly in order to appear behind its target. The second was a defensive skill called [Mirage] where one evades incoming attacks at high speeds leaving behind a sort of after-image of oneself.

Contend with his harvest he left the akashic library, also exiting the bath, and would thereon train these two skills the coming four days.

Four days later.

He made Bram call Kadi over. Today was the day he would free Aran and deliver him back to the eastern city. Today would be the day he would either apprehend that Thousand Flowers chief or kill him, anything else was not of importance to Bazuul.

As they stood in front of Aran's cell in the dungeons he looked inside and couldn't hold back a slight chuckle. Aran was moaning and sweating profusely from the pain of his destroyed arm. The lack of sufficient food had also caused him to lose weight.

"My, my, mister, I don't know about you but to me, you look horrible, why don't you just kill yourself?" Bazuul asked mockingly.

"Right, if it wasn't for the poison of the Kalmoran cactus you most likely would have, wouldn't you?" He concluded laughingly.

The cold laughter of the prince resounded through the dungeons, and if the poison wouldn't have taken Aran's will, he would have probably jumped the young tyrant in front of him. Or at least grunted in displeasure, but he was not able to express any sort of emotion and could only rage inside of him. As if caged within himself, whilst also being caged for real.

Bazuul and Kadi took him out of the dungeon and brought him to the eastern city in a normal looking chariot in order to not cause them any unwanted attention.

Kadi knocked Aran out cold and both left him in an open place in the city that is well visited by the citizens. Both of them waited in an alley in hopes that Aran's former henchmen were going to pick him up. Bazuul, on the other hand, made out some crying and laughing noises among others around the corner of the alley and went to take a look.

He saw two little children, a boy, and a girl, around the age of eight and six and two big man standing in front of them. The little girl was already on her knees and cried, while the boy stood in front of her with a look of hatred in his eyes - more precisely, his eyes were practically burning with hatred - as the two big man stood in front of them and chuckled.

"Hah~" Bazuul sighed in a seemingly happy manner. "What a beautiful day! Hahaha, and what are you fellows playing, may I join in?" Bazuul simply said with a smile on his face and laughter in his voice so as to the get all of their attention.

The little boy reacted quickly as he saw a boy with his arms crossed and one shoulder leaning against a wall. He looked a bit older than himself and wore clean, high-quality garments. Most likely a young master of some big family.

"Please help us, young master, these baddies have been bullying my family for a long time. Now they want my..." He said before he was interrupted by one of the men as he smacked the boy in the face.

"Quit babbling brat, and you, you better leave before we cut your limbs off. Now come with us little girl, the chief thinks that you have a future..." The man said with a disgusting chuckle from time to time.

Once Bazuul heard what the thug was about to say he became angry. Before that waste of space could finish his sentence, he felt an ice-cold pain in his chest area. The thug checked his chest and saw it was full of blood. Before he could react or understand what had happened he dropped to the ground. His eyes were still filled with shock induced by the horror of not understanding how he had died.

The other one was shocked and unsure what had happened but as his partner fell, his big body revealed that the young noble from before. Only now he stood behind him with his sword unsheathed and blood covering the blade.

Bazuul then turned around toward the thug that was left and looked him in the eyes, but the moment he did the previously strong looking bully took a step back, his body slightly trembling.

"What? Where has your strength gone? You looked so tough when you were standing in front of these kids!"

Bazuul mocked whilst chuckling.

"Never mind"

Before the goon could react a black blur and the light of a blade glinting in the air passed beside him. Suddenly he looked at the young noble that passed him but his vision was upside down and the next moment he landed on the ground only to see his body also falling to the ground seconds later. He wasn't even able to do something, neither was he able to feel any pain before he died, only regret was plastered on his face.

He heard a shriek behind him and turned while whipping his sword clean and put it back into its sheath. It was the girl she was now throwing up and holding her hands in front of her eyes. Apparently unable to bear this scene.

The boy, on the other hand, while his face was suddenly devoid of all color his eyes shone with a resolute light.

"Thank you, young master, may I ask, from which family does young master hail?" The boy asked.

"You will soon know who I am. Now tell me, what happened here exactly?"