Chapter 2.1 (1/2)

[RATH!] Chapter 2. Uhh… Mm… What’s that? Scary… (1)

Decided not to put in anti-theft tags here. Also, please keep in mind that the author made it so that an each chapter is an “arc”. Each part is a “chapter”. I wouldn’t dare actually split the author’s chapters, no matter how long they be.

Another note, I’m going to go on a short hiatus. This is because I’m traveling to San Francisco (well, more like Silicon Valley) sometime this week, and adding to that, I’m also creating a new website… I’ll be gone for two weeks or so.

Chapter 2. Uhh… Mm… What’s that? Scary…

Unlike before, where I would train them viciously, feed them breakfast (of course, 102 got porridge as always), and teach them survival techniques, this time I brought the three kids to the actual drill hall.

“What the, so there was a legit drill hall here?”

Ha, I taught you up to 100 villain’s tidbit tips, a survival technique in the mountains, along with the information I brought from modern times, and you still think like this?

This is why you’re still a child, 102.

And for that matter.

“102, come out with your weapon.”

I gripped my wooden bat as I looked at 102 walk out with an annoyed mumble.

This wooden bat was, if I were to explain it, a bat that does not hurt its victims, but merely inflict pain onto them. A lot of pain. A s.h.i.+tload of pain, in fact. I hope that you, the readers, understand just how painful this thing is for me to repeat my words twice.

If it’s still hard to imagine… think of it like this: the victim basically turns into a sandbag in the face of the bat.

I smirked inside when I saw 102 grumble some more after seeing the bat.

Hoho, this is an extra powerful bat that I expended my own funds into, which not only gets rid of all evidences of attacks, but even gives a ma.s.sage to the victim’s body. Truly, it is an amazing training tool.

But the thing is, it hurts a lot. Even the rookies that listen to me quite well turn vicious when they see me with the bat.

I decided to enlighten this poor lamb with the idea that the bat was unsurpa.s.sable unless he could completely overwhelm me in skill.

And how shall I do that? By hitting him, of course! Hoho, don’t look at me like that. This is the whip of love. And after all, all famous swordsmen use something that seems harmless as their weapon.

This is especially true in the case with these old men like sword emperors or sword masters. I never heard of them using a sword. Occasionally I’d hear of them slicing entire armies with a branch, or destroying an Evil Organization with chopsticks.

So in other words, I’m doing this to train the kid to watch out for seemingly harmless things as well! Of course, I’m just going to beat it into his body!

In order to do that, I’d have to make him more motivated first!

“If you manage to subdue me… morning practice is canceled.”

I used the power of cancellation! It was super effective!

“Huaaa!”

A left hand filled with sand appeared at the fact of the foolish child who was charging straight towards me!

Why’s there sand?

Paa-!

“Wh, what the?!”

To throw it, of course!

The child gets confused when he got sand in his eyes. Hoho, to think he’d fall for something so basic. This skill was something that was called “Sand Attack”, which was one of the legendary skills in Pxkemon that lowered accuracy by quite a bit. I managed to master this skill before I had even turned 20.

And the legendary bat that had my 20 years of experience as a villain roared at the confused child.

Crack!

“Pue?!”

It was a strange shout that seemed to be a mix of a scream and a moan. This was one of the main advantages of the bat, which was to inflict unspeakable pain unto those who were hit by it.

“U, unfa-! Puha! W, wai… Uaaa!”

He tries to speak of fairness with eyes filled with sand. Haha, he still speaks of immature things.

“Unfairness… then do you think there is a fight that is ever fair?”

“F, fight fairly!”

“Fight fairly… they’re just fancy words.”

Crack!

“Kuhaaa?!”

Hahaha, it hurts, right? It has to. I tried hitting myself as a test, and I never decided to do tests like that ever again. Well then, I’ll break your fantasies along with this pain!

“Fairness. It sounds good. Yes, it truly sounds ideal. But there is no fairness in the world.”

“L, lia… kuha!”

“For example, there is the general known as Harten in the Empire. In the battle of Harken, he pushed away a large amount of soldiers to discourage the enemies from attacking the Empire.”

“S, stop hitting! Pukaa! W, while speaki- Uaaa!”

“He was known to be fair and just. But… fair? Are you kidding me? Anyone can push away an enemy with five times the amount of soldiers they have. If you want something that’s really fair, you should fight on equal grounds.”

“T, this and that are differeeeeennnnnntttttt!”

Haha, don’t try to refute your instructor, disciple. No, wait, it was all your fault for looking down on the legendary bat in the first place. Did you really think you could fight well? Come to the drill hall and fight me, then.

Crackcrackcrakittycrackcrackcrackcrackcrackcra

Badabada boom! I played the drums with a rhythm, and kept talking.

“What is the fairness you talk of? Justice? Don’t make me laugh. Justice all changes depending on the context. The heroes all gang up on the Demon King, and call that fairness? And they always talk about unfairness when they’re the ones to get ganged up on. Hostages are unfair? The very first thing the Imperial Palace does when dealing with criminals is to take the criminal’s family as hostage. Now, back to the main talking. Spraying sand into your eyes is unfair? You must be kidding me. If that were the case, all knights who use the life sword are unfair.”

“Wh, why is thaaat! Un, unfaaaaaaaair!”