I won.
It wasn’t easy.
The man before was a monster in his own right. He had seen through all of my tactics but still proceeded with them.
If it was soone else, the fight could have ended much earlier.
I had defeated him, but that was rely a small hole in his neck.
What I wanted to deal was a life-threatening injury to make him take more seriously.
But even I had to know the limits of my current body.
If defeating Arthur were this easy, then he wouldn’t have survived till now despite being a re immortal.
Yes.
An immortal was one of the highest possible ranks in this world.
Not many people had reached it, but still, compared to the total population, there were a number of Immortals.
And then there were beings stronger than them.
The sovereigns.
Arthur had not only survived in this world, but he had done so by offending most of the major powerhouses of the world.
And despite all that, he was here—
Alive.
I stared into Arthur’s eyes for a second before moving out of the area.
No discussions were needed.
I needed the man before to understand sothing, and I hoped he had learned the lesson.
Showing things was better than verbally explaining them.
The sound of my feet echoed as I made my way towards my residence.
I needed to take a bath. My body felt fatigued from everything that had happened so far.
There was no need to overwork if the situation wasn’t of importance.
Keeping yourself in a pri condition was a thumb rule that I followed.
Your death could co at any second, so it was better to be prepared.
"Thank you!"
Arthur spoke from behind.
His voice was low, but I could still hear it.
I didn’t reply.
"The old age might have gotten in my head."
Arthur kept muttering.
It felt like he was talking more to himself than to .
I had many things to do.
The most important being—
How could I achieve full control over this body at my will?
And how long would this state last?
If the past events were analysed, then the only conclusion I could derive was...
Damaging my head.
It didn’t seem a proper resolution to the problem, but I felt instinctively that doing so would be able to make gain uninterrupted control over the body.
Kael’s childishness and behaviour patterns were necessary for to mix in society, but that didn’t an I had to entertain his stupid acts.
Being able to control this body in tis of danger was sufficient enough for .
At least for now.
A more stable solution could be derived in the future.
Thump...
Hm?
Thump... thump...
I felt my heartbeat faster.
My vision felt like it was being cut with every passing mont.
So the effect seed to have ended.
I needed more information to understand the true limit of this state of mine.
For now, it was best for Kael’s soul to take over, or at least have majority dominance between the two.
Thud...
I dropped to my knees due to the exhaustion that I felt.
It was more of a ntal dizziness than a physical one.
The pain began to resurface.
My head felt like it was being split apart.
But this ti, I didn’t let the pain overwhelm . I wasn’t Kael.
I knew how to deal with pain of such re levels.
Fuu.
I let out a short breath, and—
Haa...
That was fucking cool!
I had defeated Arthur?!
It felt more like a question to than an actual statent. I had won against one of the strongest people in the world.
This...
I knew it!
There was no talent like mine.
I was ant for sothing great.
I knew it from the mont I was born.
Umm...
Not quite.
It wasn’t like I rembered any of Kael’s life.
Now that I think about it, does anyone really rember their just-born days?
No!
If I can’t rember it, then neither should you!
Cough...
So where was the bath again...
***
Huu...
This felt good!
I was currently in a big, old-styled bathtub. It was filled with hot water to the brim.
I had dipped myself up to my shoulders, and I must say hot baths after so fucking death training were worth it.
I felt all my fatigue wash away.
The water had so added healing potions in it.
Not that I needed them. My body had already healed from all the injuries that I had suffered.
As for the fatigue, it was just a way of saying I felt relieved in the bath.
As a matter of fact, I didn’t really feel any physical fatigue. My muscles felt like they were ready for another session.
"..."
Of combat!!
Cough... Cough...
Still, it would have been best if the bath was in the open, under the blue sky.
Or was it white?
Might be the clouds...
Replaying today’s battle, I could say with confidence—
I had learned a lot.
It wasn’t sothing that could be explained, but I just felt like it.
My body now felt more attuned to combat than ever before.
It was a feeling of knowing your body or what it could really do!
But...
I feel so small gaps in my mory.
Like...
I knew how I won against Arthur, but it felt more like I had seen myself winning against that monster.
It didn’t feel like I was the one who had defeated him.
Strange.
Maybe I was overcomplicating the matter.
But sowhere deep inside, my gut was telling —
I was right!
There were indeed so variations in how I fought. It was more like an advanced version of .
Heh.
Don’t tell I have so hidden last-mont winning talent?!
The one where the protagonist is about to lose, then suddenly he wins.
There’s no logic in it!
But still, it happens.
How the hell do they hire such lazy writers?!
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