A Dance with Darkness and Light: Re-Origination

25: ...And I'm Yours

"Of course, I'm also yours forev..."

Bazuul kept on talking, but she could suddenly see him twitch as he started stuttering. He stood there frozen as his face became red.

"What the fuck?! I wanted to take it slow...calm down...calm down, dude!" he thought as he could feel her gaze on him. Therefore, he also looked at her, but his face turned almost crimson because of this.

Due to nervousness, he started laughing and mumbled whilst breathing out, "What am I saying? Hahaha." Of course, she was able to hear this and therefore also calmed down. She was about to stomp her feet at his because he truly crossed his boundaries right there. Then again, boys his age would always play pranks on girls. With his blushed face and nervous behavior, she actually found that he was rather cute. She assumed the demeanor of an elder sister again and asked him with one brow arched up, and her arms crossed, "Forev...what?" Then she smirked ever so slightly.

Bazuul felt a little stunned, out of his daze he once again laughed nervously and said, "Please excuse this little brother's words. Big sis's beauty shortly entranced me! It won't happen again." Elanar, still had her arms crossed, but nodded in a - now you know better - fashion.

After the initial tension slowly subsided, they kept on conversing. Bazuul's stomach growled, and of course, he would not let this chance slide. He looked at her slightly ashamed and asked, "Big sis, do you maybe wanna go grab something to eat? Of course, this younger brother will pay for the inconvenience earlier."

Elanar thought for a minute and nodded but said, "You saved me last night, of course, it is big sisters turn to pay my little hero back!" and then pinched his nose a little.

Bazuul felt that he was being treated like a little brother. On the other hand, he didn't care and even cherished it somehow. He would, of course, take everything he could get. Besides, he found it fun and also exciting to interact with her. In her own way, she was kind of a tease. He grabbed his sword, and both went out to the plaza. They both ate a couple of chicken skewers and some sweets afterward.

Many around them could not ignore the duo, or to be more precise, the blonde beauty beside Bazuul. She wasn't like the other beauties in the city. Unlike those curvaceous temptresses, she was slender and tall, but her aura and grace eclipsed all illusions of lechery. This did not stop many to think about what this little brat was doing with her. Where came his qualifications from, to be in the presence of such delicate charm and elegance? This brat probably still reeked of his mother's milk!

At one corner stood a tall young man, he was a little bit more shocked than the rest.

He thought, "Wow, wow, wooow! This bigger brother has some things to learn from little Zuul! He truly is deserving of the title as the number one silkpants in our kingdom. He even managed to get on the good side of one of the Seven Kingdom's five fairies." The person naturally was his eldest brother, Kuzan. After the shock subsided, he went on to take care of his own business since he didn't intend to disturb his little brother. After all, they were on good terms, and he wasn't born under a rock either. Even though he had to admit, he was a little envious of his little brother. Who wouldn't want to spend time with the first princess from the kingdom of Lumin? How many men would actually get the chance in their lifetime?

Both strolled around the city for a while, visited some shops and didn't even realize that it was already afternoon. Unbeknownst to them, they had spent almost the whole day together. Bazuul suggested bringing her back to her place, where she should be in the safety of her elders. She was the first princess of Lumin, so of course, she wouldn't take part in the hidden dragon trials, and would therefore be surrounded by the elders of her kingdom. Elanar didn't deny him his suggestion and led him to the embassy of Lumin. There they stood in front of the embassy gates, looking the other in the eyes. Bazuul smiled lightly and said, "Well then, see you at the royal tournament, Elanar." and bowed slightly.

She didn't bother the use of her first name, even though it was rather bold of him. She nodded and suddenly hugged him lightly before saying, "See you then, little brother. Be careful on your way there." This act stunned Bazuul, and his face turned slightly red again. His heart pounded strongly. He even feared that she would be able to hear it for a moment. When he looked up to her though, he realized that she was already jogging toward the embassy and vanished behind the door.

Inside, her face also blushed, and she thought, "What was that...why did I do that?"

After a while, Bazuul escaped his daze and strolled back to his inn happily and full of vigor. All the way back, he even did something he never really did before, not even on Earth, he whistled. In his good mood, he ordered one more meal and ate it downstairs at an empty table. Afterward, he went to bed feeling completely relaxed.

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Nothing significant happened the next day. Apart from cultivating a bit, he simply lay on his bed the whole day and read a book. Of course, he was still quite distracted from what happened yesterday, but it wasn't necessary for him to adjust his mental state. On the contrary, he fed on that feeling. Now he was really excited to leave a mark in this tournament. To leave a memory in her mind, she would never forget.

He went to bed early in the evening in order to be ready for the start of the hidden dragon trial tomorrow. Before he drifted into the misty land of dreams he thought about the trials and such. All he knew was that the hidden dragon trial consisted of three separate tests. These trials also differed between regions, so there was really no need to dwell on it too much. All he could count on was himself. In fact, there was only one thing that bothered him a bit. That was his third brother Karon, and these mongrels he had recruited. It wasn't that he was scared; he actually hoped that his brother would have the guts to attack him within the trials, which was obviously the intention of his. The problem was, would he have the guts.

That way he would finally be able to teach him a lesson. Along this train of thought, he drifted into his dreams.

He woke up early in the morning, washed up, put on his clothes and picked up his sword. Then he made his way to the meeting location of the hidden dragon trials, Leizyr's military training grounds at the northern edge of the city. When he arrived, there were already large masses of other competitors waiting for the organizers. He imagined that the number of people that were already present must be around a thousand or even more. This was really a lot, considering that only the final ten would be able to enter the royal tournament. That was of course if they were still able to. If not, the competitor's ranking from eleven to twenty would fill these spots. This, of course, would silently endorse vicious tactics and acts from these potential nine competitors.

"Aah, if this isn't the number one silkpants from the kingdom of Ralun. This elder brother really has a lot to learn!" An unfamiliar voice reached Bazuul from somewhere to his side. He traced the origin of the voice after it ended with a snicker. After a short moment, he saw a young man with covered but still visible disdain in his eyes. From the sigil on his chest, he was able to determine that this youngster came from the seafaring kingdom of Dias. Because he used the term little brother, he also should be a prince. Unless of course, the kingdom of Dias intended to drop all considerations of face. Bazuul didn't care either way, his brows furrowed and he indifferently said, "Ahoy..."