8 Chapter 7 - Future Wife (1/2)

Fujimira Miyu tore the empress's hands off her before leaving her in the dust. Miyu rushed through the streets with the box in her hood pocket. Arata gripped his claws tighter on her shoulder to hold on. Miyu gritted her teeth when she noticed that the crowd doubled in size when she came here earlier. She had to shove millions of people and Miyu winced at all the contact. Miyu doesn't really like being touched much, she always thought of what that person last touched and it being smeared all over her body. Miyu was a very clean my person and liked everything organized.

A large man in a fine, blue cloak pushed everyone out of the way with his air power, which was actually quite weak. The crowd was forced to make a path for the large man but Miyu just stood in the open path, seemingly unaffected by the pressure of air forced upon her. The large man raised an eyebrow and tried to shove her again, harder this time. Miyu didn't budge and started to glare at the man.

”You have any business with me?” Miyu asked the man, agitated by the man and craving a fight. The fight beforehand was quick because of the fighters power level, but this large man seems to have a higher level. Miyu had a lot of pent up energy from her stupid family members and she wanted to let it out.

The large man coughed and glared at Miyu with red eyes, ”You must move aside! I'm the messenger for the emperor himself, so let. me through!”

Miyu raised an eyebrow at the large amount of space surrounding her, ”Couldn't you walk around me?”

The large man fumed, ”Do you have any respect for the emperor?”

Miyu cocked her, ”I'd have more if he trained his messengers to have a little more manners.”

The large man grumbled loudly and ran towards Miyu. The thumps of the man's run and everyone surrounding them quiet. Miyu kept an indifferent face while the man walked in front of her and stopped.

”Do you want to battle little girl? I'd this really what you want?”

Miyu spoke softly but everyone heard, ”I'll only fight if you bet something.”

The messenger chuckled, ”You need to bet something as well. I'm not coming out of this without anything.”

Miyu grinned and held the box of coins she just won. She opened the box and everyone gasped, watching the interactions between the two people.

”This is what I'm betting, how about you?”

The messenger, seeming pleased, took a small sack off his belt and unraveled it to show Miyu, it had millions of tiny jewels.

”This is what I'm betting, are your ready little girl?”