"How is that possible?" Reiki shook his head in disbelief. "How can the Universe Will pick the side of the dark one? It is the purest sentient form in the universe. That is impossible." Reiki argued.
"Even the purest of objects can be corrupted." Grandpa Winks snorted in disdain. "Not everyone can be like you with a mental age of 12 forever." He continued. All beings were born innocent. If one had any doubt about this, they could just look into the eyes of a new born. Those pair of eyes are chock full of naivety and purity, yet in a few years that wouldn't be the case. First came the mischievous stage, where they are a handful. Then came rebellion and adolescence. It is during these two stages that the character of the child is forged. By the time they reach adulthood, they would be pretty much set in their ways. The important thing is, they didn't maintain the innocence they were born with. It would be shed off long before they even reached the adolescent stage
"Is it done?" Grandpa Winks asked his subordinate who replied in the affirmative, "It is. Everything of relevance has been sealed. He's too strong for me to wipe them away completely.""Of course he is. Even if I had your set of skills, it would be impossible for me to do it as well. He isn't an ancient divine artefact for no reason." Grandpa Winks smirked."Pardon my disapproval, my lord, but I highly doubt that. Even if he's a divine artefact, there is no way he would be able to resist you were you to possess my particular set of abilities. Ancient or not, it makes little difference." The shadow warrior denied any possibility of his master's comment being true. It wasn't just due to his complete confidence in his master's abilities, but the words of one who had witnessed the true power of a peak Ascender. These were beings that left even the Universe Will in a state of caution. His master was such an existence, and even among these legends he was highly
"I know you have a question to ask. Feel free Asher. I don't bite." Grandpa Winks joked good humouredly. Asher slightly bowed after receiving his master's permission. He asked humbly, "The eternal throne, Reiki, he seems to have the ability to manipulate time. How is that possible?"His question would have surprised Maia if she were still here. Simply because the eternal throne wasn't as simple as she thought. What she thought was a memory scape, a glimpse into the past if you will, was actually 'a step into the past' (author's note- loved that book by the way). Even the eternal throne had no idea he possessed this ability. To the best of his sealed knowledge, he was only accessing the memories of the masters he had before. As for why he didn't know, it was very obviously related to his sealed memories. He must have been manipulated into believing memory peeping was his ability when he was basically a time machine.On initial scrutiny, his q
"I hate this feeling." Mane grumbled unhappily as he walked all alone on the deserted grounds of the Academy. He kicked away a stray pebble in frustration. On this lonely night, only the street lamps served as his escorts in his midnight stroll. What was normally a walk to clear his mind of all unnecessary thoughts was turning into a royal 'grumble', with the unwanted intrusion of several useless opinions, each eager to kick the other out, Mane wasn't able to achieve the desired effect.His late night strolls was a habit he had picked up two years ago, when he realised that there were some things that even a few hours of meditation could not fix. The cool night air that caressed his cheeks and stroked his hair was a much appreciated difference to his life of endless fighting and training. Though leaving the dormitories after the lights out bell had rung- which was at 10pm- was illegal, Mane had been breaching this rule without any adverse consequences. Mainly be
"Can you sense them now?" the 6th asked in concern. Mane didn't reply but sent his thoughts to state that he had."His scent has been carefully masked, but it's still discernible." Mane conversed solely in his thoughts. He didn't want to be seen talking to 'himself', especially when those stalking him were his enemies. Although he lost his concentration for a moment, allowing the assassins to come ridiculously close, once he regained it, he had noticed their presence. These assassins were very clearly professionals, not daring to underestimate him even though they didn't feel an ounce of energy from him. Actually Mane wished they would be unprofessional so he could take advantage of them.Due to his heightened senses, his nose had immediately picked up two strange fragrances in the air. He assumed that was a feature of his new physique, because he was certain that assassins didn't use perfumes. That would be very silly since it would just gi
As Mane approached the turn his body grew slightly taut. Good enough to prepare his muscles for the job they were about to do but small enough so his state of alertness was not conveyed to his enemies. He was anxious, but this anxiety was kept hidden. Mane had faced many opponents till now. He had defeated foes far stronger than himself. When he was at the 7th stage of the profound realm he was capable of besting Celestials at the peak of that realm. With the combat ability that Celestials possessed, this meant that Mane could go toe to toe with any early earth realm expert belonging to a regular race. He may even be able to give a mid-tier earth realmer a run for his money. Though winning may not be possible, it wouldn't be an issue to escape. It was different now. He always had inner energy. The edict had always been within him ever since he was six. This was the second time he was fighting without it. The first time wasn't so bad because he had a limited but strong connection to
"Are you okay?" the assassin who remained uninjured crouched as he checked on his friend's status, all the while looking around vigilantly. He was concerned for his friend, but that wasn't enough to make him lose his guard. His enemy was in the shadows now. Any wrong move and he would pay dearly.The fallen assassin coughed up blood in copious amounts. He wheezed as he struggled to breathe. Since he was travelling at great speed, all Mane had to do was put his hand in the way, and his momentum would do the rest. He was certain that his lung was punctured, and the possibility that his sternum was broken was very high.The remaining assassin frowned at the lack of reply. To think that a peak mortal realmer would face such a fate at the hands of a ten year old kid. His comrade's injury was more severe than he thought. He could hear his laboured breaths and the hand he had placed on his chest informed him of his partner's irregular breathing pattern. He wasn't frowning bec
"Arrgh," Mane groaned in pain. His entire body felt sore and he could hardly move. The small groan that escaped his mouth had drained him of all his energy, prompting him to shut his mouth as quickly as he opened it. He could feel his entire body croak as he tried to move. He failed to even lift a finger. He halted all his attempts and accepted his fate, choosing to figure out where he was instead. And he knew just who to ask."Where am I?" he questioned the 6th. "Can't you tell?" his master replied. Mane tried to feel his body again. He failed miserably once more. "You're home kid." The 6th finally gave his answer upon seeing Mane struggle to even move his toes. Mane was startled by the answer. "How did I get home? What happened to the assassins?" he wondered."Before that is even answered, do you have any idea what you did there kid?" the 1st asked. Mane responded in the negative, "No, I don't.""Think carefully kid. Try to remember
"How are thirteen days insignificant?" Mane questioned in exhaustion. He was only ten. To a kid like him who had lived such a short life, thirteen days were a lot. He knew that for his masters even ten years wouldn't be considered much, but that wasn't the same for him."Of course thirteen days are insignificant compared to how long you could have been stuck here. According to the 8th, your injuries should have left you bedridden for a month at least. You should be thankful for your amazing physique." The 6th couldn't stand his student's nagging, causing him to inform the young boy that he had gotten off easy."I see." Mane relented. After hearing that he had just escaped from a month of bedrest, he felt that thirteen days weren't bad at all."Notice anything else kid?" the 1st enquired. His question puzzled Mane. The young boy tried to examine his body once more. This time it wasn't as difficult as his previous few atte