Chapter 151 (2/2)

Okay, that out of the way, I went ahead and had the breakfast that Mr . Zack so graciously prepared, and was currently out on a walk under the refres.h.i.+ng sunlight pouring down on the camp courtyard . .

I very much liked the cool winter air coupled with a beautiful, sunny sky . .

The sky was clear, and, I can't explain this well, but it sort of felt like my soul was being reinvigorated . .

“Mmm . ”.

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Walking past the hobo-like prisoners having their bad soup and worse bread, I noticed that I didn't look like a mob at all . .

Don't get me wrong . I can pull off the mob role no problem in a town . .

But compared to these people, I wasn't dirty and ragged enough . Well, I'm still new here, and blending in should come naturally with the time, so….

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I noticed people shouting . .

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“How dare you accuse us!?”.

A crowd had formed . .

I squeezed my way through them . I felt like this was going to get fun and I wanted front row seats . .

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“Don't you dare deny it . ”.

Said Clara Oriana facing a mobbish dude at the center of it all . The guy was some no-name from the meeting in the cellar last night . .

Behind Clara stood people who were probably from the Royalists camp, and behind the no-name stood people from the Doem side . Among them, I could see Zack and also their boss . .

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“Royalists and Doem Camp are going at it…”.

“Things might get b.l.o.o.d.y…”.

The rabble chattered . .

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“One of ours was murdered last night . When we found him, there were signs of an a.s.sault and torture . ”.

Mother of c.r.a.p . Since I was out looking for OWL, I missed a key event . .

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“We dindu nuffin!!”.

“He was tortured! You're about the only people who'd resort to that, confess at once!”.

Clara cried furiously . .

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“Serves him right! I say good f.u.c.kin' riddance!!”.

“—Knave!!”.

In her anger, Clara slapped the no-name . .

Suddenly, everyone got quiet, as if time had stopped . .

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— Then . .

“Done it now, b.i.t.c.h!”.

The guy who got slapped grabbed and raised the club at his waist . .

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Yeah, this be no good . .

Clara can't handle that . Worst case, the club cracks her head open and she's dead . .

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Yeah, sorry, but I don't like it if some no-name mob suddenly kills a major character . .

“—Huh?”.

Muttered Clara, her eyes wide in shock . .

Right before her eyes, the man who was about to swing down a weapon at her, had spontaneously collapsed . The club he was holding was flung high into the air . .

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“—HUH!? What just happened!?”.

“How'd he just!?”.

The rabble were scared and confused . .

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“It can't be— OWL?”.

“Find him!! He's here somewhere!”.

“…Owl?”.

Both Royalists and Doem Camp went on guard . .

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I was the culprit though . .

It was simple . I had a piece of slime detach from the bottom of my shoe and burrow underground . Then I had it shoot out from under the guy and hit him under the jaw . .

No one noticed, but that's fine . That right there was very much was a power from the shadows would do . .

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Or so I thought, by Mr . Zack was glancing at me with suspicion . .

I made a cryptic smile, and purposefully looked away— Perfection . .

Now that's what I call a job well done . .

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Which was when I noticed it . The club that had been sent flying was coming down my way . .

And suddenly, I had a eureka moment . .

— Show ain't over yet!.

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My role of that of a power in the shadows is done for now . .

However, I have yet to fulfil my role as a mob!.

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I took only an instant to determine the club's trajectory, and as it wouldn't actually hit me in my current position, I swiftly moved to the spot where it would land . .

Having expected I'd need it at some point, I placed a small blood back in my mouth and looked upwards . .

And the club struck down right on my nose . .

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“Bhoorfff!?”.

I blew the prepared blood in my mouth from out my nose and fell back . .

The blood sprayed out like a fountain, glistening in the light of the sun . Quite artistic if I do say so myself . .

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Mob Arts: Nosebleed Splasher.

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This is a pretty high level technique . .

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“Ugh! I'm gonna puke!!”.

“Eghh, it's on my face!”.

To you people of the camp who wished to see carnage, I present to you a fountain of nose blood . .

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— And there you have it . .

While the power in the shadows aids the MC, some random mob gets the unfortunate role of being collateral!.

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“Wait, you're hurt!?”.

I was collapsed on my back, completely sated, but seeing as Clara was running over, I quickly pretended to be out cold . .