47 A Kids Dream (2/2)
”AGH!”
*SMACK*
The air tumbled with a sudden flare as a sizzling pop smacked it due to the intense change in temperature. The boy's eyes trembled as a dense layer of white emerged from his head and halted the heat from touching him.
Though, this was just the start as the man chuckled with contempt and threw the flare of flames right towards the boy with a fierce swing.
*SSSSSSSS* *WHOOOSH*
It resembled a deadly hellish bomb, and the boy's legs shook as he trembled out of despair. But, he gripped his sword even more and uttered the only technique he knew.
”White Slash!”
His sword lifted, then with all the heaven's energy he could muster from inside of him, glowed a deathly piercing white. The man's eyes remained calm as he watched the dense ball of searing flames fly towards the boy at a rapid pace.
*SLASH*
*...*
Commencing his slash, the sword halved the air itself and parted it as if it were tofu, then landed on the blazing ball.
*BAAANNG*
A fierce shockwave sprawled around the platform as a spring of fierce wind speeded past everyone's clothes like a typhoon. However, only seconds past as a dense spew of bright blue flames erupted within this shockwave and covered the platform in its all terrifying light.
*SSSSSSSSSSSSS*
Some rubbed their eyes and some just continued to watch as if it was nothing to them, but the scene that shone still made them gasp with a hint of surprise.
”Hahh. Hahh.”
A boy, bare-chested, heaved breaths as a circular radius a meter free of the fire revealed itself around him. His sword crackled under the heat, then with a snap, shattered in his grip and sprinkled its remains on the still white platform.
The man, standing within the flames, paused. Though, this pause was then thrashed with a fierce laugh.
”Good! Good! Nice technique, however, you won't be so lucky in this move!”
Stepping out of the blue flames and onto the tiny radius that surrounded the boy, the man lifted his palm and straightened it to a single finger. The finger started to blitz and pop as a visible undulation of white wrapped around it with no end in sight.
”Here the second move. The Swipe of a Flame!”
As he spoke, the dense white around his single finger once again trembled with a similar but different hymn and then dissipated in the shrivelled winds.
The boy's eyes shook as he found that he had run dry, so he could only watch as that simple finger begin to get engulfed by a blue flame.
”Your a rare one to have made me use this move, kid.”
Glimpsing at the despaired eyes of the kid, a rare light shone in the man's eyes as his blue finger swiped down and towards the boy's forehead.
*WOOOSH*
The kid, watching it fall, smiled. The word seemed to turn slow for him, where that looming finger in his eyes halted to let him a glimpse, just for a second, to an inconspicuous corner.
”Miss..?”
A worried face shone into his view that was being engulfed in blue flames, one of a fat man and a pale woman. The woman was, in his eyes, screaming at him as she cried. Though, he continued to smile as he felt a strange happiness.
”Well, I did try...”
Staring back towards the finger that was inches above his head, the boy waited for death to sprawl. He closed his eyes and jerked a tear for his demise.
”...”
”...”
”..”
”.”
”?”
He didn't know how long he had waited, but he found no searing pain nor no glimpse of the reaper that should've slit him with its black scythe. No, he heard nothing, just a silence.
The wooshing winds of the flames and the faint whispers of the crowd were nowhere.He thought for a second and guessed that maybe he was already dead, but he still felt his heart beating. Thumping.
”W-who..?”
To his surprise, an unexpected shout thundered into his confused ears, prompting him to open his eyes out of pure incredulous.
The finger, inches above his head, was held by a single hand draped in black robes. He gazed upwards out of shock and saw a single gold eye stare at him beneath a hood.
The finger blitzed and popped with the blue flame, but as if it were a mere candlelight, the finger remained there and clenched it with an unmoveable grasp.
”A miracle..?”