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Justafan: Yes, poor him. But if you notice, most of the bad events happen in Beyblade original series regarding Kai. He has a moronic grandfather who wants to use him like a puppet, he gets a traumatized childhood, despite being a skilled and legendary blader, he fails to win a single championship etc etc...and what not? So...I thought to give all the events some reasons :P I'll try art story. Thank you so much for reviewing :D
So...here's the next chapter. Enjoy!
The chamber usually remained illuminated with the petal-sized flames of hundreds of oil lamps placed on the white-stone railings of the balcony, inside the crystal chandelier, metal lamp-stands, round agate tables, on the levels of the staircase leading to the tiny Jacuzzi and hanging from the sky-embellished branches of the nearest Wisteria trees. Though the lanterns were present in that room on that day, they were extinguished. Utilizing the chance, the nightfall could easily gain an entry into the compartment. Miniscule throbs were passing by the stagnant mirror of the reservoir. Amidst all of them, a redhead in her early fifties was lying down on her bed, tucking her face in the squishy pillow. Her fingers were firmly clasping the downy bedsheet. Salty tears were exuding down from her eyes, drenching both her face and the pillow. Her heart was aching, her breaths were short and unstable.
"Shaina?"
A sudden incandescence made her squint as she looked at the doorway. There, the ruthless emperor of China was standing, holding a metal torch in his right hand. It dropped immediately as he saw the bloodshot eyes and the puffy cheeks of his wife. Rushing to her, he knelt down beside the bed and squeezed her shoulders, "What happened, honey? Why're you crying? Is everything alright?"
"Salima...my child..." The queen was sobbing, not able to utter any word properly.
A smile of assurance rose in the face of Zagart. Removing his hands from her shoulders and placing them on her cheeks, he spoke, "Don't worry, Shaina. She's alright. We all have brought her safely to the palace."
Shaina looked at those hands that were on her face. Jolting, she got off them from her, ramming her husband back. Somehow saving himself from falling, the king frowned, not able to understand what had happened to his wife all of a sudden.
"Don't touch me with those hands which you use for fondling your sex-slaves, Zagart!" She snapped, "I feel unholy."
"But...but you're my wife..." Zagart seemed perplexed, "I've the right of loving you..."
"Really? You really respect rights?" Shaina cocked an eyebrow. Turning to the open window through which the night before the new moon could be viewed, she screamed, "Is anyone there? Listen to your mighty king once! He has started caring for rights, really!"
"What the hell is this, Shaina?" Grappling her shoulders, the husband made her turn back, "Do you want my dignity to be washed away in this way?"
"Do you think that your dignity is still intact after what has happened with our Salima?" With equal force, the queen also clutched his muscular arms, "Zagart, she was abducted by an intruder. A prisoner...a mere prisoner has touched her body. Can you think how she was feeling at that moment? His hands grasped her waist. His fingers fondled her lips and roamed on her face. Her wrists and arms were twisted by him...yes, I admit that his purposes weren't dirty but...but can you imagine?"
"Shut up!" Zagart yelled, pressing his ears with his palms, "Just stop blabbering, Shaina!"
"Feeling so humiliated, aren't you?" The empress of China grimaced, chuckling, "Congratulations, you've started feeling the pain of the thousands of fathers across the kingdom."
"What?" The ruler of China seemed shocked, stepping back and creating a tiny distance between him and his wife.
"Yes, you've heard it right," Shaina seethed, "Cannot you remember how many girls and women were abducted by you? You treated them as your food. Sometimes, you kept using a woman as a servant showing her the dreams of becoming a queen. Sometimes, you locked down an original noblewoman like a slave. The incident what has happened today isn't an accident, Zagart. It's the outcome of the sighs heaved by thousands of fathers, brothers, sons and husbands of China. It is the curse of lady Riza."
"Enough!" With his grips, Zagart pressed her mouth, pinning her against a pillar, "Don't need to address the prisoner so respectfully!"
"Why not?" Shaina screwed her eyebrows, "Why shouldn't I address her in this way? Only because she's a prisoner? Only because she has rejected you offer to become your concubine? She has done the right thing, Zagart. I was a stupid, love-sick, emotional fool and that's why your sugary words could easily melt me. But she's not like me, the mighty emperor of China! Soon, her curses will burn you into ashes. You'll never be able to realize but it will happen eventually."
"Hmph!" Leaving his wife, not pronouncing any word, the emperor of China left the room. The fallen torch on the floor kept igniting, trying to remove the darkness inside the room barely. Kneeling down on the ground, the lady burst into tears.
"My queen, I'm sorry..." She murmured, covering her mouth, "I know that I'm not worthy enough to seek for your apology. But my daughter is innocent...she knows nothing about the crimes of her father. Please, don't put the fire of your vengeance on her blameless body...she won't be able to tolerate it at all..."
"How, Master Tao, how?"
The blunette was fuming with growing rage inside him. His eyes were cerise, so was his face. Bit by bit, the temperature of his cheeks was rising. His fists were clenched and teeth were gritted in wrath. He wasn't only angry but also embarrassed. If anyone had been in his shoes at that moment, he would have done the same thing. After all, who wouldn't be angry if he or she got to know that somebody had stolen his or her invitation and gone there disguising?
In front of the royal young man, the great master was strolling aimlessly, not seeming to pay any heed to the words of his pupil. Like always, he had the calm expression all over his face with his closed eyes.
"How could Ray have the audacity to steal my invitation and go there in my disguise?" Kane was panting, "Is it a manner? Is it included in the syllabus of your learning center? Do you teach your students these things here?"
"Kane, I have told you that I have already punished Ray," Tao glared at his student, "The boy was tied to the tree behind the cemetery through the entire day without any water or food. Yet, your heart hasn't been satisfied?"
"No!" Kane fisted at a tree, "He deserves more than that. Either you have to kill the moronic bastard, or do you have to kick him out of the hermitage!"
Master Tao was always a calm and collected person. However, when he heard the prince of Hong Kong badmouthing his most favorite student, he couldn't suppress his infuriation anymore. Blood started boiling in his veins. Then again, holding the cool expression, he turned to his student and asked, "Looks like you've been fed up of staying with him, haven't you?"
"Of course I have!" The guardian of illuminative Dragoon furiously shook his head affirmatively, "I would rather stay with demons than remain with the filthy cat."
"Then pack your baggage and leave the place!" Tao pointed at the exit, closing his eyes, "Your education was completed before a long time. Now, you don't need to stay here for a single moment. You may go!"
The jaw of the blunette dropped in astonishment. He couldn't understand what was happening to him. Perplexities surrounded him from all the four directions. Somehow, he asked, stuttering, "Wh...what? But why, Master? Why should I leave the learning center? It's Ray who committed the crime!"
"Because I taught you on the very first day that forgiveness is far better than vengeance," The bald Chinese asserted, "Yet, I accepted your demand and punished Ray severely. Still, you cannot have forgiven him. You cannot have had mercy upon him. This place isn't for those who are not able to stay with their comrades with amity and harmony. So, just go from here. Don't be sand to my eyes anymore!"
"Argh!" Kane clasped his hair firmly in frustration. Kneeling down on the ground, he punched at the soil. His ocean blue orbs started emanating the droplets of tears. Those tears belonged to resentment, retaliation and humiliation. Not caring, the owner of the abbey left the place.
Standing up on his knees, he started fisting the rocks mustered beneath the tree. A single crack didn't appear on even one of them. Rather, their hardness pierced his fingers. Beads of the crimson liquid streaked his palms. In sheer pain, he screamed. Conversely, the inflammation of disgrace wasn't more intense than the scrapes. Red was coloring his hands. Whereas, black was embracing his heart.
"Master Tao!" Ripping the airstream, he blurted, "You may have been successful to draw a line of estrangement between me and princess Salima. But I swear, she'll be mine. Be it one day or another, be it this life or the next, she'll offer me her love. For getting her love, I'll do whatever I will have to. That day, nobody will be able to stop me.
Not even Ray, your most favorite student!"
China's P.O.V:
In ancient times, the women without any male guardian were considered to be the properties of the general mass. Without Driger, my faithful protector and the sacred white tiger of the west, I was vulnerable. The holders of foreign powers were rolling their eyes at me, licking their lips. They wanted to grasp me as though I'd been a courtesan from a queen. They were yearning for suck all the spiritual forces out of me. Above all, there was Boris Balkov. Snatching Driger, his thirst didn't relinquish. For more, he sent the rulers of Amazon towards me just like unleashing ferocious hounds to a plump rabbit.
No no, I wasn't as weak as a rabbit. I had full faith on my beloved son. I knew that he would protect me.
P.O.V ends:
The student-teacher duo was inside the straw hut. Kindled clay lamps were kept in the circular recesses of the earthen walls. Their flames were enlightening the room but what really washed away all the murk from the chamber was the map, placed on a round table at the center of the room. It was burning bit by bit. The younger one was looking at it with a frustrated face. The conflagration made his face as bright as the sun. From a well-painted map, the canvas was turning into ashes.
"Master," The raven-haired guy opened his mouth, after a pregnant pause, "I...I designed the map by risking my life and you have just burnt it?"
"Don't worry, Ray," Tao kept a hand on his shoulder, "This map is designed both in our brains. No third guy should have known about it. That's why, I have destroyed it. However, before attacking the castle of the king, you have to deal with the Latin American rulers who have already arrived at China. Lately, they have defeated a couple of provinces of us. They are not less dangerous than Zagart and his family. So, be careful."
"As your order, Master," Ray quickly bowed, "I'll do whatever you suggest and command. You can count on me, Master. I will not let your attempts go in vain, I vow."
"I have full faith on you, Ray," The teacher patted his head, "Let the tiger inside you roar. Douglas, the Latin American king, has already overthrown the nearby kingdom of us. Now, his goal is China. If he successfully stabs his arrows at the bull's eye, we will not only lose our dear motherland, but also our pride forever."
"Pardon me, Sir," The neko-jin spoke, "You have always taught me how to control emotions. But today, you yourself are seeming lost in thoughts. What happened?"
"For resisting fear, you need the strength of emotions," Tao retorted, "The question isn't about the Latin American force or Zagart; it is about the safety and security of China and her people. You've to compose a proper answer to this question, Ray. You've to protect our motherland, no matter what happens."
"I'll protect China till the last droplet of my blood touches mother earth, Master," Enthusiasm sparked from Ray's voice, "If I have to get my body mixed with the soil of my kingdom, I'll happily accept it too. Removing Zagart from his seat, I'll set his strength as my sole goal."
"No, Ray!" The Chinese instructor shook his head, "Not the strength. You've to set the weakness of your enemy as your goal. The enemy himself will kneel down before you. Ray, I've separated you from your mother so that you can dedicate your life to the service of Mother China. For accomplishing the task, you have to focus on the weakness of Zagart."
The neko-jin remained silent, deeply engraving the words of his teacher inside his brain. Strolling around him, Tao spoke, "China needs such a ruler who doesn't have any weakness or fear. Ray, I believe that you'll become the ruler one day...because, you've nothing to lose but everything to get!"
"How dare Master Tao!"
With his bandage-wrapped hands, the prince of Hong Kong slapped on the limestone column, still struggling hard against his grudges and rages.
"He didn't let me go to the groom-choosing ceremony of princess Salima," He turned to his father, "And that Ray! That sick bastard reached there in my disguise just like a lizard!"
"Calm down, my son," The father squeezed his shoulders, "Ray's arrival at the ceremony has a positive impact. Because of him, the contest stopped. Otherwise, you had to fight against the best swordsman of China. The contest may have ended but it doesn't mean that we also have to stop."
"As in?" Exhaling, Kane asked his father, "I couldn't understand."
Not answering to the question of his son, the king turned to a soldier, "Convey a message to China that I'm going to inaugurate Kane as the crown prince of Hong Kong."
"Sure, your Majesty." Bowing, all the guards left the room. Bursting out laughter, Anson Yamashita approached his son.
"Hahahaha...my son," He started, "Now, you won't only become the king of our kingdom but also you will be the son-in-law of China. During your coronation, I'll fix your alliance with princess Salima."
The gloom-smeared face of the blunette brightened up as though clouds had moved away from the sky, letting the sun show his face once again. A wicked smirk rose in the corners of his lips.
Across an open field with dry grasses and reeds, a black horse was galloping. On it, the raven-haired neko-jin was sitting, tightly clutching the harness of the beast. The hooves of the steed were smacking the ground rhythmically just like the heartbeats of its rider.
Douglas's feet are trudging through the whole China, Ray. He has already crossed the streams of River Mudane. For stopping his chariot of victory, we have to do something. Before ending Zagart and his clan, we have to halt Douglas and his army. Ray, I've taught you all the things whatever I know. But from now onwards, you have to learn what Douglas knows. Before attacking the enemy, it is quite important to know about his strength and flaws. For understanding the tactics of his battles, for knowing about him and his culture, you have to go to his camp. You know what you have to do going there. But you have to think how you'll do it. Your safe return from his bastion will ensure the farewell of Douglas.
His chin became tightened. The clasp of the rein became harder. The horse sped up, neighing once.
I'm promising you, oh great master! I'll safely return from his camp and make Douglas return to his kingdom.
His back fluctuated as the horse was running through uneven lanes.
Be victorious, Ray!
"Sleech!"
In the battle arena, the soldiers were guarding the rectangular training area, holding long spears in their hands. From the buildings of the weaponry, maroon runners having the symbol of the faces of a certain white tiger having green stripes were hanging down. Standing on the oval-shaped podiums, trees were absorbing water from the underground penetrating their roots deep inside the surface.
In the field, the scarlet-haired princess was moving her sword. She twisted her wrist clockwise. Crossing the angular distance of ten degrees, she changed the direction of the circle created by her hand. Leaping, she twirled as her foliage cut the air. Her tresses bounced. Placing the weapon against the neck of the straw doll kept in front of her, she shoved her elbows back. Retreating, she expanded her arms. Her teeth were scrunched in fury.
He started rushing towards her. Leaving two steps forward, he jumped in the air. His weapon was about to land on her but it couldn't, getting obstructed by one of its lookalikes. The scarlet-haired girl had already been prepared for that, kneeling down on the ground. In fact, she was always ready for these cases.
"Tung!"
The collision of two swords gave an unexpected surprise to that night. The cloaked girl stood up on her own feet, rotating her weapon once again. This time, it was his turn to defend.
"Sleesh!"
He kept advancing towards the girl and she kept retreating, leaving their swords originating metal sounds that were tearing the discreetness of the night into hundreds of pieces. But they didn't care. They only cared for the victory. Their wrists were revolving artistically, so were their rapiers, sometimes clashing against each other, sometimes drawing pictures on the invisible canvas of the air.
Swirling on her toe, the redhead attacked back, forcing her opponent to retreat this time. The air didn't help her much, making the hood fall back and reveal her face. Not caring, she raised her sword. Unexpectedly, he dropped his foil on the ground, holding the weapon of his opponent with his own hand. That was sharp, opening a wound on his palm. His blood dripped on her face, reddening it a bit.
Forwarding her empty hand and creating a signal of stopping, she advanced the sword, just like penetrating the wind.
The rebel drew his foil again in the air while the Chinese prince inclined on his knees to move away. For the second time, their swords clashed against each other. They made a distance between themselves, once again. Over, they rushed towards each other. This time, the shonen-haired guy pushed the neko-jin back. He stumbled, almost falling down. At the last moment, he saved himself from doing that. Like a ferocious tiger, he chased Gordo. Their weapons, for another time, embraced, only for getting unglued.
Fury rushed through the veins of the rebel. He hurdled up, landing a kick on the chest of the prince. Misbalanced, Gordo tripped on his toes. Using the right chance, Ray slid the rapier between the fingers and the handle of the sword of his opponent. The shonen-haired guy wasn't ready for it. As his fingers loosened, the weapon fell down from his hand. Yet, it couldn't stop the growing rage of the rebel. Taking the fallen blade, he jumped on Gordo, pinning him down between two blades. The restrained prince shivered a bit, for the first time in his life.
Twisting her ankles, she kept swirling in the air, speeding all the coordinates. After three full spins, she knelt down on the ground, bringing her weapon-carried arm in front of her face, pointing at the surface with her sword vertically.
"How dare you?!" The redhead rushed to him and removed the helmet from his head. Dropping it, she was about to clutch his collars but she failed as the trespasser heaved him towards a prop, grasping her mouth with his rock-like grips. She could feel the weight of those palms on her lips. She put her hands on his ones in order to remove his grips from her mouth but failed. Her ebony eyes met his amber pools and she kept trying together with failing. Her clasps became stronger as her keen teeth sank into his arm, literally piercing his skin and making it bleed a bit. The raven-haired neko-jin removed his hand from her lips but only for a sole moment. In the next tick, he again seized her neck, this time, with a blood-smeared dagger placed on her throat.
She crisscrossed her blade, progressing to the dummy not standing up, leaving all her weight on her knees.
Stopping in front of the seashore, the horse stopped. Though it was a beach, it was looking like a desert under the bright, circular moon. Sand was blowing with the silent gull, easily reminding one about the powdered bars of silver. The whisperings of the airstream could easily be heard. No trees could be seen except a leafless one. It was standing there alone, thirstily gawking at the rhapsodizing asteroid. Secretly, it was sighing, thinking that it would have to spend the rest of its life alone. Then again, one of its branches quivered as someone dismounted a steed. Following him, a feminine figure collapsed on the beach. Clasping her wrists, the raven-haired neko-jin lugged her towards the tree. Pulling out a bundle of ropes, he fastened her to it. Taking a piece of black cloth, he covered her eyes. She tried to protest but failed to his immense strength.
All of a sudden, the figurine vanished. Instead of that, she could see the raven-haired guy chuckling evilly in front of her. His wicked golden orbs were saying, 'Princess, how long? Give up now. No matter how much you try, you can never defeat me.'
"Hiyaaa!"
Standing up, she eddied. Grasping the sword with both her hands, she let it pass through the neck of the idol. The head flew off from the torso, she got her weapon down. However, she frowned when she saw the stains of fresh blood on the tip of the sword.
"How can blood gush out from a lifeless doll?" She asked herself, becoming confused.
"Because when the sword of a warrior is raised," Reply came, "It doesn't stop without showering the blood of her enemy."
The redhead moved towards the source of the tone. Before her, her father as well as the mighty ruler of China was standing. A cut could be seen in his left arm with a little amount of blood. Dropping her weapon, she rushed to him.
"I'm extremely sorry, father," Her eyes started glittering with tears, "I...I didn't notice you..."
"No worries, my girl," He cupped her face, "Some wounds are for getting and some wounds are for showing. It's not only a mere cut, Salima. It's your gift. It's a sign of your skills. It's a proof which proves that you're becoming an expert warrior day by day. By the way, why were you being so furious with that doll?"
The signs of calmness escaped from her face, letting rage proclaim the place once again. She retorted, "Because he's not present for tasting whose blood my sword is yearning."
"Who, my girl?" Getting worried a bit, Zagart inquired his daughter.
"That thief who came to my groom-choosing ceremony disguising himself," Salima replied, "I wish I could chop his head off with my own hands."
"Don't worry, my princess," The green-eyed monster-in the disguise of a human being assured Salima, "One day, he'll surely get caught. You yourself will punish him fulfilling your heart's content. But at this moment, you have to go with me somewhere."
"Where, father?" Curiously, the girl wanted to know.
"To Hong Kong," Zagart answered, "In the coronation ceremony of prince Kane Yamashita. Here, you can get to meet the original prince."
"No, father..." Reluctantly, she shook her head, pouting, "I'm not willing to go anywhere now."
"If your father tells you, then?"
Brightening her mien, she raised her face. Smiling, she responded, "Then I'll ask you when we are starting for our journey!"
"My sweet princess!" The emperor embraced his daughter gently, "You know, you're my only weakness. To me, nothing is more important than you. Not this castle, not the crown of the emperor, not China herself even!"
"C'mon, father," She wrapped her arms around the shoulders and the back of her father, "I want to be your strength, not your weakness. With my four brothers, I want to be right by your side always. On your behalf, I'll attack the enemy. For getting you, the foes have to go through me."
"Lucky I am, Salima..." Zagart whispered, "You're the only source of my peace. But...I'll not stop worrying until I ensure your own peace and happiness, my girl."
The raven-haired neko-jin was wearing a loincloth, covering his lower part somehow up to his knees. Armlets and bracelets made of leaves were encompassing his arms and wrists. On his head, there was a crown made of the feathers of birds. His face was turning pink bit by bit as his eyes were set on his own reflection.
"What an awkward outfit!" He mentally cursed himself, "Most of the parts of my body are uncovered."
Sighing, he headed to the rows of the soldiers. All the troopers were attentively watching something, standing in a circle. At the center, two warriors were engaged in a heavy fight of spears. Their javelins were clashing against each other recurrently, producing fireflies. The stars were observing the man-made sparkles from the sky.
"Who's he?" Ray asked a soldier, pointing at a brown-haired guy.
"You must be new, mustn't you?" The soldier answered, "He's Ricardo, the right-hand of his Majesty and the chief-commander of Brazil. He's the best javelin-artist in our camp."
Shoving his opponent back, the guy named Ricardo came forward.
"You've to learn these techniques if you want to defeat the Chinese people." His eyes roamed over the soldiers. Soon, they stopped at the sight of the neko-jin.
"Who're you?" The chief asked, approaching him, "I haven't seen you before."
"Umm...I'm new here, Sir..." Ray bowed.
"New, huh?" Ricardo raised an eyebrow, "Then go to the kitchen and help there prepare the food for Sir Douglas."
"Sure, Sir." Nodding, the neko-jin walked to the kitchen along with some workers.
"Look what I have got!"
Inside the tent, sackcloth floorings were laid on the ground. On the carpets, chairs were set. Wax-lights were burning in the candle holders. Floating tapers were moving in the water kept in silver bowls filled with rose petals and tiny myrtles. From the most gorgeous seat, the blonde named Douglas stood up, showing the crowd a scroll.
"It's the invitation letter from Hong Kong," He continued, "King Yamashita has sent this letter to us for the coronation ceremony of his son, prince Kane Yamashita. Hahahaha!"
All the people inside the chamber burst out frantic laughter.
"The letter is the message!" Douglas grinned, "The message conveying that they have already surrendered to us! They want to kneel down before us. But...we won't respond to this invitation. We won't go there."
"Your Majesty," A honeyed pitch gently objected, "Pardon me but I think that we should go there."
All the eyes went to the entrance of the tent. Through the gap, a Brazilian girl entered the chamber, walking straightly, not caring at the rest of the world. Her lavender hair was nicely tied into a high bun. Two tresses were swinging from her head, touching her diamond-shaped face. She was wearing a white strapless blouse and a pair of cream-colored baggy trousers, up to her knees. A fishing rod was tucked inside her waist straps. Her wrists and arms were enclosed by a pair of olive leaf bracelets and armlets made of tree roots. Earrings made of the feathers of parrots were hanging from her ears. A wreath containing wild flowers was surrounding her temple. The raven-haired neko-jin was also present there. His eyes didn't avoid the beautiful Brazilian woman. Actually, they could not.
"Really?" Douglas raised an eyebrow, "Why do you think so?"
"Why do you need to cut off the hands when your goal can be achieved only by shaking hands?" Confidently, she replied.
'Who's she?' In the disguise of a Brazilian warrior, the Chinese asked himself.
"You don't have the abilities of understanding politics, Frankie," Ricardo chided his daughter, "The Chinese people aren't so worthy that we have to have handshakes with them. They must bow down before us."
"You're right, father," Frankie spoke, "They must bow down. But the heads which bow only for fear can rise getting a single opportunity. On the other hand, those who bend for friendship can be sacrificed for trustworthiness."
"Frankie!" The soldier leader remonstrated, "Aren't you misbehaving with the great lord Douglas?"
"She is doing it because her words are weighty, Ricardo," The Brazilian king smirked, "If the flag of our last victory can lead us to our next triumph, why should we wage a war?"
The lavenderette grinned smugly, looking at her father. Her smirks drew the attention of the Chinese man standing there with a tray of foods.
"Day by day, the whole China will kneel down before us," Douglas outstretched his sword, "Soon, China will be in our grips!"
"It will never happen, your Majesty!"
Not able to control himself, the raven-haired neko-jin blurted. Immediately, all the heads inside the room span to him. Gasping, the lilac-haired also shifted her eyes to him.
"Who the hell are you talking in this way in front of the great lord Douglas?" Ricardo roared.
"Ray." The short reply came.
"How dare you?!" Another soldier pointed at him with his index finger.
"No no, not me..." Quickly, the neko-jin shook his head, "Ray has told me this thing."
"Who's this Ray?" Feeling curious, Douglas inquired.
"The son of mother China, the enemy of Boris Balkov and his stupid followers." Not taking breath, the disguised soldier answered.
"What?"
"I'm not saying these things," He quickly saved himself, "Ray says these."
"How did you get to know him?" Frankie sneered.
"In the learning center of a bald sage," Ray bit his tongue, "I used to serve food among students there."
"So...you want to tell us that the lonely son of your mother China will battle against us?" Douglas amusedly mocked the servant. Once again, hysterical laughter exploded in the room.
"Well...Ray alone is equal to hundreds of your soldiers." The Chinese rolled his eyes.
"Hey!"
"Ray himself claims that." The disguised man gulped.
"Then let him come," The brows of the Brazilian king danced a bit, "We'll chop him off in hundreds of pieces."
'Ray has already come here, Douglas...' The neko-jin tittered, 'For saving mother China from getting torn, for kicking you out from this land...'
"By the way, what's your name?" Ricardo asked.
Placing the tray on a table, he turned back. Before leaving the room, he spoke:
"Ray."
Everyone became dumbfounded right at that moment. With naked swords, they rushed to him.
"You bastard!"
"I mean..." The raven-haired cleared his throat, "Ray calls me Toujin. I'm Toujin, Toujin Pojiu."
"Okay," Sighing in relief, Douglas turned to his chief-commander, "Ricardo, I'm not acquainted with the culture of Hong Kong. So, I think you should go there. Toujin, you'll also accompany Ricardo. You'll be the one who'll drive the chariot of Frankie. Got it?"
"Yes, Sir..." Ray nodded, staring at the lavender-haired Brazilian who gently smiled at him.
"Your Majesty," Frankie sweetly spoke, "Please allow me to leave."
"Sure, girl..." Douglas raised his hand. Smiling, the fisherwoman left the place, looking at the neko-jin once.
'I've to influence Frankie,' Ray pondered, 'So that I can learn Brazilian warfare from her.'
So...how was it? Did you enjoy?
Do read and review. Pardon the grammatical and the spelling errors. Take care :*
-Misty ^_^
P.S: Kai and Hilary may meet each other in the next chapter xD