Alright everybody, once again I return, and we can continue our epic tale of how we found out just how good it was to be Evil. And to be honest, I am VERY excited about this chapter. Yes, My Passion is burning with the intensity of a hundred fat guys watching Toriko!
But enough about that new signature for me, ON WITH THE SHOW!
For all your life, you had been touted as a genius, completely beyond both your peers and those a decade your senior, but in that instant, you became aware of just how small you really were.
What were your meager inventions compared to the wonder before your eyes? What good was comparing a slim phone you could carry around to what could only be described as a symphony of Synthetics, a chorus of Cogs, this... Marvel of Innovation taking place before you.
You couldn't, and wouldn't, even try. There was no point in stating the obvious, no matter how much you wanted it to be otherwise. So, instead, you asked the question on your mind.
"What... what is all this?" You wanted to say more, to understand EVERYTHING about the vision you were seeing, but your awestruck let the question slip before all was said.
Luckily, it seemed to be enough.
"THIS, is exactly as I said it was. My Laboratory. Everything you see before you is a product of a life time of action, necessity, and, at points, boredom. So, what do you think of it?" Nǎinai asked as she finished explaining, head now raised high, and opening her stance as if to physically take in your words.
And what words they were. How could you explain this scene of technological mastery, this ode to all things that resonated with your person on a level you never knew existed. You would choose your next words carefully.
"This...IS AWESOME! The Coolest! WhatareyouusingthelavaforwhydothosebooksfeelglowywhatabouttherobotshowaretheybuiltcanihaveoneCANIMAKEONEwhyaretheyfl-" You babbled before your Nǎinai had enough and put a hand to your still running mouth, silencing the solid block of words pouring out your pie-hole.
"Alright, little Sprig, that's enough. Though I only understood the first bit, I'll only assume the rest was just as complimentary. Now, in a moment, I will remove my hand, and then you can speak again PROPERLY. Is that understood?" Nǎinai said as she gave you a smile that seemed sharper compared to her regular one.
Seeing as your mouth was still covered, you could only give a little nod, confirming you understood, before having the hand move away. When it did, you quickly wiped your mouth, both as an attempt to clean yourself off, and get the taste of old hand out of your mouth (It tasted like ginger and leaves, oddly enough).
Once that was done, you quickly began swinging your eyes between your Nǎinai and one of the robots that had at some point during your little cleaning, come over and deposited some kind of drink into your Nǎinai's waiting hand, which she was now sipping on slowly as she watched you.
The dink itself caught your attention for a moment, if only due to the fact that it looked so unusual compared to the ones you had seen at the parties hosted by your parents. To start with, it was completely clear, allowing you to see the individual pieces of various fruits mint leaves, but what was odd about it was that even as you watched your Nǎinai take a sip, none of the objects within moved out of place,while the liquid did.
Spoiler: The Drink of Science!
However, the drink failed to keep your attention for long, as you actually took in the details of the robot who delivered it. To start with, it had a humanoid build to it, standing at around the same height of your Father, but with much thicker appendages and a pronounced chest plate. It's helmet reminded you of some of the old Samurai armor displays you had seen while walking through your Eastern houses, and it seemed to have two handles branching out of its shoulder plates, with one on each side. Their purpose escaped you for the moment, but you were even more blown away when you heard what happened next.
Spoiler: The Humble Butler-Bot...With Weapons
"Here is your Cosmic-Politan Mistress. Will that be All for Now?" The robot spoke to your Nǎinai in a formal tone, assuming a stance with one arm behind its back, and another in front of its chest.
Your Nǎinai took a moment to respond, instead finishing off the remainder of her drink, before handing it back to the robot and replying, all the while keeping eye contact with you.
"Hmmm. Delicious. Yes, that will be all for tonight Burning. I am merely showing a youngling how we Old schoolers did things. You may return to standard operating procedures." Nǎinai finally said, laughing at a joke only she knew.
It seemed you were the only one present to that little fact though, as the robot merely bowed deeply, while keeping the handed glass perfectly level, before replying once more.
"At Once Mistress. Have a Pleasant Evening, Young Master." Burning said as he made his way back to the large contingent of metal and activity, shooting you a small note as well as he passed your frozen form.
You had so many questions about so many things.
Before you could ask any of them however, you were brought back to reality by Nǎinai.
"Now that This Old woman is feeling refreshed, I can clearly see you are bursting with question, little Sprig. Tell me, what would you like to learn?" Nǎinai questioned, the fire blazing in her eyes brighter than it ever had been before.
As you stared back into those unflinching orbs, looking ready to devour everything you were and would be, you found your answer, and knew you had the very same merrily burning in your own.
"EVERYTHING."
Nǎinai grinned, before turning around, ushering you forward.
"Good. Then come, and let us Sow our Seeds of Calamity, as only a Spicer can ."
As she finished talking, Nǎinai burst into a cackle fitting of a witch, and with your steps eagerly following behind, you joined in the reveling, your lighter pitched laughter making a wicked chorus amongst the caves echoing acoustics and the sounds of metal striking the objects around them.
And the rest they say, is History.
END OF CHAPTER
WE REGAIN CONSCIOUSNESS NEXT CHAPTER, WHAT WILL WE DO?: CHOOSE ONE OF THE BELOW
[] Find Kid and Clay Immediately: Rejoin the Fight
[] Set Traps
-Where
[]Try and Find the Other Monks
[] Run Away From the Club (Would NOT advise this one, but it's your Choice)
[] Scout the Fight From a Distance: Potentially get drawn into the Brawl
[]Write-In
END OF CHOICE
And there we have it. The last part of Everyone Starts Somewhere. And wouldn't you know it, we also got some crucial looks into just the kind of levels our Grandparents got too in their lifetime. And before anyone asks, YES, that Butler Bot is a person sized Gundum, YES it is being used as a butler, and YES, it is exactly as deadly as its full sized counterpart. Think about that as you vote for the next chapter, which will be a little later than usual due to my current combination of job hunting and getting into shape. If I have tons of free time anyway while playing video games, why not do crunches while playing? Currently up to around 200 every two days, and then thirty minutes of let work with 35 pound leg weights followed by 50 to 100 arm reps also with said weights.
THERE'S A REASON I HAVE A SOLID SIX PACK! Now, enjoy the story ya'll! And bring more omakes! GarnettFoxxy will get lonely in my Apocrypha section!