No More Pain For This Villain.

A seven-foot-tall tanned giant was now making an expression that told how much he is annoyed by my question, but he still kept hold of his reasoning.

"You are the one who beat Kale a few days ago, right? Hey kale you sure it's the same guy, you can't see his face." the goon asked me while he simultaneously increased the strength applied to my right shoulder.

'They can't see your face because of your such long hair, princess.'Blaze was still waiting for the fight to begin. 

"Yes,so what? Wanna fight too?" I brushed his burly hand from my shoulder and

"Huh?" Not to my surprise, his other hand was right on my face, giving me an answer to my last question.

Baam

The world shifted in front of me, or so I'd like to say, but to the great surprise of my opponent, I dogged his fist by slightly but swiftly moving my head out of the direction of the incoming attack, and his fist landed on the wall behind me, leaving a crack on it. Even more surprising is that he wasn't using any Mana.

"Thank you," I said as I stepped back a little.

"!?" It looks like my recent comment and my performance left him in a big stupor as he was looking at his hand and at me back and forth.

"I've been waiting to use my spells on live targets, and here you are! helping me with my training." I was really happy about it, since there was no way that the training with Marylin was going to provide me with even one battle experience. So this punk getting into a fight with me is a blessing in disguise.

"You must be out of your mind for saying that. Take this oraaa," he retrieved his hand from the wall and threw a fully mana-clad punch towards me, but this time he is aiming for my ribs, and for some reason he let out a weird sound at the end of the sentence,

I leaned backwards a little without moving my feet. His hand grazed a little on my chest but nothing much. I grabbed his still-in-action wrist with my left palm that was clad in mana, and then I could feel how much power he put into this one particular blow, and if it were to hit me, I'd be the one to be gazing at the stars in daylight.

Thaad

I thrust my right knee onto his left thigh; I would've liked to make it to his ribs, but to my bad luck, he was seven feet tall, a foot taller than me, not to mention I used full body strengthening this time.

"Ahhhhhh!!" He let out a painful cry as he backed away while holding his thigh. "You must have never imagined that I could do that, huh?"I said.

"Tch," I clicked my tongue. I was nowhere near satisfied, and he was already on the verge of giving up, but to make my day, he didn't fully back away as he still kept glaring at me. 

"Take your time." I was not in the mood to attack first, so I let him take a breather for a couple seconds as he somehow regained his composure, and in the mean time, his friends also walked over to us; there were a total of five of them.

"I was not told that you'd be a skilled one," he said as he let go of his thigh. Looking behind him, he said, "Ha!" It looks like we are going to have a long chat after I dispose of this brat, right Kale?" Kale flinched a little at the sudden mention of him.

"Brother, it's not my fault, I just-" Kale tried to escape his way by throwing some excuses, but was silenced because his other friends came to help.

"Hoo, so it's a group brawl, right?" Intresting. "I was amused by how things escalated so far; now I have like six potential live dummy targets if we leave that scrawny guy out of the count.

Zoop

"Woah!!?" A small, sharp blade made of some sort of stone flew past me, scraping my left shoulder a little. The stout guy in me cast an earth spell.

"You shouldn't get ahead of yourself, you long-haired rat." The stout guy said with a gruff, masculine voice.

'Long-haired rat, must write it down before I forget it.' Blaze was taking note of insults he could throw at me later.

Fuu

I pushed the mana into both of my calves and sprinted towards him; it gave me much greater momentum.

Baam

My right fist dug directly into his right cheek, with my full body weight backing it up. Some white marbles flew in the air, but I didn't like the fact that he was still standing, so I just drove another mana-clad punch into his abdomen. It must have taken air from his lungs, as I saw his eyes rolling back, giving me a sign that he lost consciousness in a second.

Silence 

There are a lot of people in the diner, but not a single soul makes a sound; they just keep doing their usual things, like this is a daily occurrence in their lives.

"Come on-" I tried to provoke this stout guy and his bystander friends, but I was cut off in the middle of my sentence.

Trink Trink

"That's it for today, guys," a serene voice with no emotion was heard behind me.

I turned a little bit, not leaving my focus wholly on the goons; the receptionist was ringing the bell on his counter while looking in my direction; he gestured to me when our eyes met; and I left the scene as it is.

"Getting a guild ID is more important." I thought, "I would've loved to fight them, but I don't know the consequences of that or how it'll affect my guild status."

"This is your ID; I hope you have a great day." The receptionist said as he handed me the guild ID that it was the same wooden slate on which my blood had been absorbed. My name and guild rank were engraved on it.

"Why is it D-rank? Isn't it supposed to be like E or something?" I was a little surprised by how they put an adventurer of D rank right below my name. Normally, it doesn't matter how strong you are; you'll have to start from the bottom in these kinds of guilds, and E rank is the bottom tier, and what I got was a rank above it.

"I saw you fight kiddo, I think you should start from D rank, it'll be better." The old receptionist leaned forward and whispered so that his voice wouldn't be heard.

His next words left me baffled; he said, "I'll forgive you since it's your first mistake, but next time you cause a ruckus in this guild, the guild master may kill you." After saying this, he backed off.

I didn't say anything, but I am sure that the guild master and this old receptionist have great authority over these fellows since not a single person got involved in my small talk with goons, like they were just avoiding getting muddled up in between us, maybe because they are scared of this guild master guy.

"Well, it's just advice from this old man; it's up to you if you want to take it or not." The old man said as he looked in the direction of those goons who were trying to help their two injured friends, one of whom was lightly wounded and the other was sleeping soundly: "Get both of them to the healer in the room back there." The receptionist pointed to the room at the end of the hall, and they left without any further rebuttal.

"What's your name?" I asked out of curiosity,

"I don't remember, but I am known as old man Clay." "Call me if you need anything." Old Man Clay said this and got back to his work.

I nodded my head and left the guild; after that, not much happened, and I safely arrived at home.

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