Warlock of War: My Ares System

Oh… so he wasn't just your regular old geezer.

"Fight me as if I was the person who took everything away from you. Imagine that I was him or her as if you don't, I'll kill you," He said, and Cy shivered before nodding once.

He was clearly scared as the wound in his shoulder was deep, and if left unattended, it could possibly become infected, or even worse, he might just bleed out.

Cy took in a deep breath before staring at the old man who charged toward him again.

CLANG

He was able to deflect the first strike, but the flurry of ten other strikes that followed the first one cut him in several places.

None of these were deep, but now Cy was coated in so much blood you'd think he'd bathed in it prior to this battle.

"Come on! Show me!" The old man shouted, and Cy suddenly flipped like a switch.

His eyes darkened, and his movements became more fluid as he deflected each, and every strike sent towards him… but then the speed was amped up.

The old man took it to the next level and began to swing even faster, but Cy remained calm and, instead of deflecting them, dodged them before using his already fluid movement to recover with a beautiful swing.

His spear seemingly tore through the air as he swung down towards the old man, but with a single-arm stretch… the old man deflected his spear.

"That's not enough. Show me more," He said, and tears began to leak from Cy's eyes, and bloodlust began to bloat from his anger.

I couldn't help but smile at his strength since he was getting faster and stronger with each passing second… no, it was movements that were getting more rigid, allowing for easier and faster strikes that allows follow-ups with more momentum, meaning more powerful strikes.

"Oh, man… what a monster,"

CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG

It was so loud that it felt as if my ear were about to bleed, but for some reason, I couldn't rip my eyes off the fight unfolding before me.

It was such a beautiful sight that I almost felt like crying…

"Okay, that's enough," The old man said as he suddenly caught Cy's blade with his armpit while also using the knife to stop the blade from cutting his arm.

But, it seems Cy couldn't hear him as his eyes turned complete pitch-black and his face was crumpled with anger, and to add to the demonic sight, he was crying salty tears that moistened the dry and cracked ground.

"It's okay. It's all over. You did amazing," The old man said, and Cy froze up as he was enveloped by the man's arms.

There was no manipulation tactic, no taking advantage of vulnerable state… just pure acceptance for him… it almost looked like he was his son.

Cy's face and eyes returned to normal, but he continued to ball his eyes out into the old man's flimsy shirt.

There we go… that should fix him up.

…

*knock* *knock* *knock*

Somebody suddenly knocked on the door of Aisa's room, and since it was my turn to sleep in here, I, of course, snuggled into the soft- er, flimsy bed sheets.

You couldn't really call them bed sheets or a blanket since they were so thin and airy, but I guess it was better than nothing.

I wasn't about to complain…

"Come in!" I shouted, and I switched off my phone as Cy entered the room, slightly nervous.

Cy looked around the room a bit before finally locking eyes with me, and as he un-grit his teeth and unclenched his fist, he said,

"I'm sorry for complaining about my mother. I should've been a bigger person, and instead of complaining, I should've also thought of everybody else,"

His complexion looked guilty, and as he hung his head in shame, I sighed.

"Though I was pissed off at that time, I no longer feel that way. Plus, it's okay to be selfish sometimes, so you can cry whenever you want… just don't drag us into your blame," I muttered, and Cy looked even more guilty than before.

Whatever, that's just some food for his thought…

"Okay, shoo, go away. I'm tryna sleep right now. I have a meeting early tomorrow morning, so I'll be skipping training then,"

Just as Cy was about to close the door behind him, he looked back and said with a smirk,

"I don't think the old man is going to let you off that easily… You're probably going to still do it when you go back,"

"Tch… Alright, go away. I don't want to think about that right now," I said, and as he finally left, I heard him chuckle a bit.

…

Early the next morning, I met up with a familiar kid who had undone his slick black hair and let his wavy hair flow, and in my opinion, it suited him much better.

He had a decently built body and was just as tall as me, but his arrogancy knew no bounds unless he was with me.

He thought that acting nicer was an easier way to try and get me on their side as an informant… which I, of course, accepted, but it was a fake contractual relationship, so I had no worries of being tied down somewhere.

"So, was their family really going to the Meeting of Roses?" The boy asked as he sipped on his black coffee.

That's right. He was my central pile of juicy information that I used to obtain the information on the Meeting of Roses.

Of course, he didn't tell me that much as our relationship wasn't that good, but it's not like he was my only succulent meal to drain information out of.

"Yep…. They are. Do you think you could tell me which families are participating? I'm quite interested in this meeting,"

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