《reborn: wolf man》chapter 12: discussion and Quotes
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I woke up early today to start learning how to make that delicious stew needless to say it was pretty basic and easy to do. Since I couldn't use fire magic to start the fire I had to use flint and steel. Needless to say it took me half an hour to get it. After eating I spent the rest of the morning walking while using FEAR as a post after lunch I walked without FEAR and showed my dad. All he said was
“your above average but not by much.”
seeing him not being impressed I tried even harder to do my next task. I had to jog by tomorrow night. I completed it the next day just after breakfast. When I completed it I ask him
“is that all this training is kind of dull.”
“runt that's the beginning, look at my hand."
On his right hand their are 4 more gravity rings. This makes my face pale if he took them off how strong would he be???”
“when your done your training you will wear all 5 like I used to, this will also be your first 5 birthday presents.”
“what about the white rings?”
“what about it?”
“ill show you in three months....”
“ugh okay also the next 4 are going to take you a lot longer as you won't have time to build up you stamina first.”
he then gives me ring from on his hand and I put it on. Like the first time I fall right to the ground unable to move. When I try to get up however only my finger budges. He just leaves me there and I spend the rest of the day trying to move. By supper time I can move my arms and legs off the ground but I can't lift my chest and torso of the ground at all. So my father takes it off and says
“you will train under me for the next year until you can take all the weight of the rings.”
after three months of training day after day I was on my 3rd ring. The training was all done by me. I determined the pace I determined how far I would go self motivation to the max. I would play tag with Sophia and since Elaine had returned home it was just me and her. To Sophia it was a game but for me it was back breaking labour. No longer could I simply just outrun her I had to use intelligence and stealth to win tag, however I tried not to you use the later as I was already skilled in it. My mother also returned home and was spending a lot of time with my dad. It seemed like he had been a mercenary before hand and now that he had saved up a good amount of cash he had decided to live with us now. I give him props for doing that instead of simply relying on my moms income and taking advantage of her. Upon hearing that I treated him a lot better and we got along some of the time. I mean we had the exact same kind of demeanour so its like putting to bulls in a pen. One becomes the dominant one. Right now its him because he was training me and I couldn't use magic at this point. Today however was different. Why? I let my conversation with codex explain.
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“you can use magic Charles”
“good job Holmes because I didn't already know that.”
“no I meant you can use it while wearing the ring.”
“oh how long till the ring is full?”
“4 months or so. Seems like it was used on a large variety of people so it was a good amount of mana in their already.”
“so I should show my dad”
“yes and ask if you can have another ring. Collecting a good amount of these are good trump cards to use especially if you ever go up against the Elf king or the king of Demons.”
“king of Demons?”
“yes every once in a while the Demons have one Demon become so powerful he unites all the demons under his banner. Right now their are 4 demon lords who are vying for that position.”
“so how often do they unite?”
“once every thousand years. Demons are immortal like elves so every time the Demon lord is defeated it breaks down into a bunch of Squabbling warlords.”
“so when do you think they will unite again?”
“probably since theirs only 4 left another 50 years or so considering one was subjugated very recently.”
“so ill be an old man or dead?”
“unless you become immortal from eating life force yes”
“okay so become strong before the Demon King Becomes a Demon king”
“it is not truth that matters but victory”
“stop with the quotes”
“i use emotion for the many and reserve reason for the few?”
“nuff”
“Great liars are also Great magicians?”
“stop with the Hitler Quotes”
“it is more difficult to fight against faith then knowledge”
After this I ignore codex and go to my father and point my hand at him. He is really confused until I say
“fireball”
he barely dodges my fireball and stands up yelling
“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR???”
“you said I couldn't use magic as long as I wore this ring.”
i show him my right hand which still has the white ring on it. And I say
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“can you get more of them?”
“yes but their expensive as their usually used to detain magicians. Also why isn't it working?”
“I don't know maybe I’m to strong for it?”
“well I was going to go to the capital anyways to do a job or to for some extra cash, I guess you can come with me and see if you can find or buy another ring by yourself but I doubt you will....”
“so I can I go with you? Will you help me talk mom into it?”
“oh hadn't thought about that one lets go ask your mother.”
when we approached my mother I asked the question because if it came from me she would see it as my wish and not for training if my father asked. I had told him before hand I would start and then he would take the bull by the horns with me as assisting.
“mother can I go to the capital with father for a couple days?”
the room dropped at least ten degrees and the air started to get thick.
“honey why do you want to go to the dirty stuffy capital?”
her words were as cold as ice cutting the already cold air.
“inactivity is death?”
I can't believe I just used a Mussolini quote in an argument.
“well I guess there is nothing new for you do here as you won't enter the forest after the incident with Elaine and all you do is play tag all day...”
the room becomes thin again and warms up. She then looks at her husband and the temperature goes right back down and thick practically suffocating me and dad. I can hear his breathe coming hard and uneven. Then my mom speaks
“if their is so much as a scratch on Charles you will pay the consequences..”
i feel relived and my dad not so much.
“so when do you 2 leave?”
“tomorrow?”
“okay I'm going to do my annual trip to the Elven forest then so that I keep myself busy!”
me and my dad then walk outside
“mom sure is scary how did you ever live this long away from her and not get hunted down by her?”
“I have no idea how anymore it seems more like a dream nowadays.”
“she's scary then you and the Elf King combined jeez.”
“ya I know what you mean.”
“So what do I need to pack? Also i'm bringing FEAR.”
“I will have everything we need to have to leave tomorrow I already thought about bringing you their but I didn't know how to get Mary to agree.”
“good so were leaving 5 am sharp dad?”
“yup”
I played tag the rest of the day and told Sophia that I would be leaving tomorrow when she heard this she demanded that she be able to snuggle with me tonight. Saying no to a kitten women is really hard.
Good thing I didn't.
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