Chapter 5: I Understand It Now
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Death Bringer did not move nor quiver; his fighting stance remained absolute.
And Ken, the 10-year-old child who stood before him, also didn't seem to shiver in the slightest.
Their eyes locked with each other, eye contact refusing to break.
Ken had never been in a fight in his whole life. But for some unknown reason, he felt an unknown feeling of confidence.
He was weak, very weak, and he knew it, but this feeling of absolute sentience still lingered within his conscience.
He was injured, very injured, yet his muscles still refused to make him feel any spark of pain. And his heart still kept its normal beat. No fear, nor change in motion, just calm. Too calm.
Even though he had never been in any type of fight, his template for Mei Mei was already at 3%, which meant that 3% of her skills and experience had been magically inscribed into every fiber of his being. Meaning that he had 3% of her knowledge, 3% of her martial arts, and 3% of other unknown manoeuvres that she had acquired throughout her life.
Wing Chun. A martial art that emphasized speed, precision, and counter-attacking. All memorized by each and every muscle in his body… well, at least 3% of it.
A technique well known for its trapping and control, which Mei Mei could use to catch her opponents off-guard, this was Ken's plan.
The commentator, already standing right between what seemed to be a staring contest, raised his hand and cut the air with its descending motion. It's cut, forming a wind pressure with its action. The air produced proved so strong that it sent dust fragments flying backward.
Then the commentator moved out of the way, leaving the circle, retreating from an overgrown man staring at a 10-year-old child like he was some type of dinner.
Then, Ken moved.
He didn't run or try to hurry; he only encircled the circumference of the arena, keeping his eyes on Death Bringer, who was still standing where he always stood.
But then, Ken dashed forward.
He disappeared from where he was standing in an instant.
Something that would never have been possible without the help of the cursed energy he had manipulated to support his running feet.
So he was fast. Too fast.
And before anyone could react, before they could all even notice.
Ken was now fully suspended mid-air, close to Death Bringer's face.
Seeing this, Death Bringer changed his expression as his eyes gained sight of Ken's left hand, which was now holding white, sharp scissors.
Ken, focusing all the cursed energy he had once moved to his feet, toward his left hand, launched the sharp blade of knives straight at Death Bringer's neck in an attempt to end the fight in an instant.
But the blades did not penetrate. They simply could not.
No blood, no scar, no scratch, it was as though he had tried to stab a wall.
"Hahaha!" Death Bringer laughed in amusement as Ken quickly placed his feet on the fat man's stomach and swiftly launched himself back, causing his body to do a backflip and landing on both his hands and feet, far enough to ensure his safety from any attacks.
"You think you can win with scissors, boy?!" Death Bringer mocked with a crazed, widened smile, his strong Japanese accent making his words sound more cinematic. "Where are we?!" he shouted as he turned his eyes to the crowd.
"HELL!" the crowd replied in unison, their voices speaking as though they were one.
"And what does it bring?!" he asked again, eyes looking away from the child who proved to be an enemy.
"DEATH!" they replied.
"I said, what does it bring?!" he asked once more, voice growing louder.
"DEATH!" their chanting answered.
And Ken, the child who was looking at everything through the eyes of his crows, saw his secrets. He saw what he did.
First: Death Bringer's ability was mainly associated with the hardening of his skin.
Second: it is never always active. Ken clearly saw how Death Bringer's skin tone slightly changed right before the attack, and after it was made, the skin changed right back. It was not truly permanent.
Third: when Death Bringer's skin hardens, his body becomes unmovable, stunned, a testament that he is in a hardened state.
All these conditions, Ken had learned from only one attack. He was observant.
Even so, there was still something he needed to check, something brought to attention by his overwhelming sense of instinct.
So he moved, dashing towards the fat man to launch another attack.
Death Bringer, the man he was running toward, only had an enormous grin on his face, a smile that brought worry to Ken, who was dashing for him.
Then suddenly, to the surprise of no one but Ken, Death Bringer launched a punch at nothing.
He only launched an attack in the direction Ken was approaching. But Ken was visibly too far for the punch to take effect. Death Bringer was attacking the air.
Ken was confused, clearly taken aback by the actions of the half-naked fat baby of a man who was standing right next to his approaching figure, until suddenly.
The punch Death Bringer had thrown extended, expanding and enlarging to a distance so vast that it had already reached Ken before he could even acknowledge its sight.
Then, impact.
It hit Ken with a force so terrifying that it sent his tiny figure flying 13 feet backward, with a force so vast that faint lines of sound waves could be sworn to have been seen.
His body, still affected by the attack, bounced three times on the ground until it finally came to a stop.
Surely he was dead. The punch made sure of it.
But Ken, the small-figured child, rose from the very ground, his eyes widely opened and his lips housing nothing but a certain grin.
The crowd watching everything as it happened grew confused by the pending spectacle, and so did Death Bringer.
He was sure he went all out. But the kid, the child standing near his eyes, was… smiling.
'Smiling?' How could he?
"If I didn't use cursed energy to block that, I would be dead." Ken didn't whisper—he spoke aloud for all of them to hear, but his words only seemed to confuse, which was one of the few reasons that his sentence was ignored.
Then, he laughed. Loudly.
So loud that the noises of disbelief coming from the crowd all stopped, watching him as though he was their only interesting spectacle.
And Death Bringer, the monstrous baby who had initiated the attack, felt a cold shifting shiver, its sweat moving down his neck.
"I understand," Ken only whispered. "He-hehe-he! Hahaha! I… I understand!"
Then suddenly, under the eyes of all who watched his figure, Ken disappeared.
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