Chapter 143 (1/2)

Chapter 143: Assassination

Translator: Yukidaruma Translations  Editor: Yukidaruma Translations

“Too slow, too slow, too slow.”

From the age of five, every time I opened my eyes, the first thing I heard was Teacher’s furious bellow which was akin to that of a hot-tempered lion.

I am a member of Garcia. In Garcia, every boy will need to start receiving warrior training from the age of 5.

They said that a cheetah from the wilderness had given birth to me. Compared to those warriors who had been born from bears, wolves and dogs, my speed seems to be faster. As for who my father is, no one knows.

People from Garcia do not need parents; we only need comrades.

Running with weights, practicing archery, training with spears, swords and sabers… all these are now common occurrences.

We battle with lions and tigers in the forest and wrestle with huge bears on the ice plains. We board large ships to cross the seas and fight it out with pirates and soldiers.

“Too slow, too slow, too slow!”

Teacher’s voice seemed to always resound next to my ear, supervising us to work harder on our training: to speed up; to be even faster, stronger and fiercer.

Failure would only mean death.

More and more warriors die in these trainings, but every year, there’ll be even more warriors jumping onto the training regime.

We are from Garcia. We are born to be warriors and we are a tribe blessed by the gods. We crave for fresh blood; we crave for war. War is in our instinct and plundering is the source of our joy.

“Too slow, too slow, too slow!”

Teacher’s voice was too noisy. He nagged at my ear everyday, causing me to feel aching pain in my head. I had even suspected that a small worm had found its way into my ears together with seawater while I had been crossing the seas.

I had cut open my skull and checked it carefully, only to discover that there had been no small worm at all. It had just been that Teacher’s voice had truly been too noisy.

“Too slow! Too slow! Too slow! Eyahr, you are too slow!”

I turned 30 years old that year, and it was also in that year that I finally stop hearing Teacher’s voice. It was because I had slit his head off myself and attached it to the belt on my waist.

I let him experience my speed for himself. Never again did he say that I was too slow.

In this absolute silence, I finally sensed the countless calls which I could never hear in the past; they were calls from ether particles.

Looking back, those of the same age as me had all turned into piles of bones already.

I chased after the gales and dashed towards lightning. I hunted down the strongest, most ferocious beasts on the plains and captured more terrifying beasts from the seas. My speed got faster and faster, and the world appeared slower and slower in my eyes.

Five years later, when I returned to the tribe, they called me Mumukeya.

…

Swoosh!

It was as if something sharp had swept across the air. It seemed like a slight breeze, a streak of electricity, or perhaps just an illusion.

The bearded Knight was in a daze as he felt a prickly numb feeling spreading from within his body. Seeing that everyone was looking towards him, he asked in astonishment, “What happened? Why are all of you looking at me?”

The next moment, he was immediately split into pieces, splashing blood and organs all over the baldy who was beside him.

It was only then that terrifying shrieks rang out, causing everyone to feel severe headaches.

The green-haired Reiya shouted out, “It’s Mumukeya! Everyone in formation! Activate your Reduced Force Field!”