The Demon Lord, Haruko- Chapter Twenty Three
Aaron gripped the handle of his blade before advancing a few steps.
"I don't believe this, nor do I understand it. I remember you died ten years ago. How are you still alive, Jet?"
Aaron was about the age of twenty-four. Was it possible he knew Jet and Todd ten years ago?
Jet closed his eyes. "You sure you don't have me mixed up with someone else?"
"Maybe. It is peculiar. You only seem to be a few years older then when you died. Yeah, your father enlisted into the Council of Seven shortly after. He was accepted, and soon after, the incident happened."
"What incident?" Todd asked suddenly. Aaron turned to face him.
The town was attacked by a group of raiders. They completely plundered the ton, and set it on fire. We were able to put out most of the fires, but the damage was far too heavy. It was after that that you were presumed dead."
Todd did not respond, but glanced to the ground as Aaron began to speak once more.
"Your mother was so devastated. It pained me to see all the people close to you in sorrow. I decided to find you, and here I am, ten years later. It's a bit late though."
Aaron then began to laugh. "But, both of you are alive. Ironic, don't you think?"
Jet snorted. "Maybe, but why should we believe you?"
Aaron glanced back at Jet. "Good point. I guess I'll see if I should bother making you believe."
He then rushed at Jet, unsheathing his blade. Jet gritted his teeth and ducked, right before the blade dented the brick wall.
Jet quickly rolled from underneath Aaron and stood up.
"Shit, that sword's sharp. Can't get hit."
Aaron jumped on the wall, and sprung from it, heading straight for Jet. He quickly began slashing, forcing Jet to act fast and dodge each swipe.
He avoided most of them, but the blade grazed at his arm and face, causing him to wince in pain.
Jet squinted and leaped back before Aaron brought his sword down.
Jet reached for his weapon and readied it. "I guess it was a good idea to think we were leaving early this morning," he thought as his opponent dashed at him.
Jet was just about to fire when Aaron knocked the ARMs out of his hand and prepared to strike once more.
Jet followed the gun with his eyes as it rolled away. He quickly glanced back at the blade as it sliced through the air towards his face.
Jet caught the blade with both of his hands just before it touched his nose. Aaron noticed that he kept a straight face as the cold steel grazed the tip of his nose.
Jet began to struggle as he tried to hold the blade.
Aaron wasted no time in smashing Jet in the stomach with his right knee and then kicking him to the ground.
Jet rolled backwards and acquired his ARMs while raced at him with his sword.
Jet raised his gun to shoot as Aaron brought his sword down to Jet's heart.
Both remained perfectly still, anyone of them could end the other's life.
Aaron smiled as he closed his eyes and withdrew his sword. "Sorry, I did have you mistaken with someone else. The Jet I knew always lost to me. He lost easily actually. You, on the other hand, predicted my movement, knowing when to move and how."
Jet stood up. "Well, you become more keen when you're forced to survive out there, alone."
Aaron stepped back. "So, where are you headed off to?"
Jet scratched his head. "I'm not sure. I guess, I'll tell you later."
Aaron turned back to glance at Todd. "Yes, it's quite ironic. I remember your mother was diagnosed with a disease. I'm not sure what the town's status is right now."
Todd glanced around. "All this time, I never knew my family. I still don't, but I guess I might never be able to meet them."
Aaron placed his left hand on Todd's shoulder. "I don't know myself, but it won't hurt you that much. Besides, you never met them."
Todd nodded. "You're right. I never did meet them. I'm not really sad, just a tad disappointed."
Todd took a few steps toward Clive's home. "I'm going to get my belongings ready Mr. Jet. Can you please inform Mr. Clive."
Jet nodded, allowing Todd to step inside.
Aaron crossed his arms. "It's sad. I'm sure his mother died shortly after she acquired the disease. It's too bad."
Jet glanced at him. "What're you not telling him."
Aaron closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead.
Clive readied the five horses as Virginia walked up to him.
"So, where have you been off to?" Clive asked as Virginia patted one of the horses.
"Um, Clive?"
Clive turned his head, allowing Virginia to speak. "Yes?"
Virginia glanced around. "Do you think we'll die?"
Clive glanced at the ground before answering.
"I... am not sure."
Aaron gripped the handle of his blade before advancing a few steps.
"I don't believe this, nor do I understand it. I remember you died ten years ago. How are you still alive, Jet?"
Aaron was about the age of twenty-four. Was it possible he knew Jet and Todd ten years ago?
Jet closed his eyes. "You sure you don't have me mixed up with someone else?"
"Maybe. It is peculiar. You only seem to be a few years older then when you died. Yeah, your father enlisted into the Council of Seven shortly after. He was accepted, and soon after, the incident happened."
"What incident?" Todd asked suddenly. Aaron turned to face him.
The town was attacked by a group of raiders. They completely plundered the ton, and set it on fire. We were able to put out most of the fires, but the damage was far too heavy. It was after that that you were presumed dead."
Todd did not respond, but glanced to the ground as Aaron began to speak once more.
"Your mother was so devastated. It pained me to see all the people close to you in sorrow. I decided to find you, and here I am, ten years later. It's a bit late though."
Aaron then began to laugh. "But, both of you are alive. Ironic, don't you think?"
Jet snorted. "Maybe, but why should we believe you?"
Aaron glanced back at Jet. "Good point. I guess I'll see if I should bother making you believe."
He then rushed at Jet, unsheathing his blade. Jet gritted his teeth and ducked, right before the blade dented the brick wall.
Jet quickly rolled from underneath Aaron and stood up.
"Shit, that sword's sharp. Can't get hit."
Aaron jumped on the wall, and sprung from it, heading straight for Jet. He quickly began slashing, forcing Jet to act fast and dodge each swipe.
He avoided most of them, but the blade grazed at his arm and face, causing him to wince in pain.
Jet squinted and leaped back before Aaron brought his sword down.
Jet reached for his weapon and readied it. "I guess it was a good idea to think we were leaving early this morning," he thought as his opponent dashed at him.
Jet was just about to fire when Aaron knocked the ARMs out of his hand and prepared to strike once more.
Jet followed the gun with his eyes as it rolled away. He quickly glanced back at the blade as it sliced through the air towards his face.
Jet caught the blade with both of his hands just before it touched his nose. Aaron noticed that he kept a straight face as the cold steel grazed the tip of his nose.
Jet began to struggle as he tried to hold the blade.
Aaron wasted no time in smashing Jet in the stomach with his right knee and then kicking him to the ground.
Jet rolled backwards and acquired his ARMs while raced at him with his sword.
Jet raised his gun to shoot as Aaron brought his sword down to Jet's heart.
Both remained perfectly still, anyone of them could end the other's life.
Aaron smiled as he closed his eyes and withdrew his sword. "Sorry, I did have you mistaken with someone else. The Jet I knew always lost to me. He lost easily actually. You, on the other hand, predicted my movement, knowing when to move and how."
Jet stood up. "Well, you become more keen when you're forced to survive out there, alone."
Aaron stepped back. "So, where are you headed off to?"
Jet scratched his head. "I'm not sure. I guess, I'll tell you later."
Aaron turned back to glance at Todd. "Yes, it's quite ironic. I remember your mother was diagnosed with a disease. I'm not sure what the town's status is right now."
Todd glanced around. "All this time, I never knew my family. I still don't, but I guess I might never be able to meet them."
Aaron placed his left hand on Todd's shoulder. "I don't know myself, but it won't hurt you that much. Besides, you never met them."
Todd nodded. "You're right. I never did meet them. I'm not really sad, just a tad disappointed."
Todd took a few steps toward Clive's home. "I'm going to get my belongings ready Mr. Jet. Can you please inform Mr. Clive."
Jet nodded, allowing Todd to step inside.
Aaron crossed his arms. "It's sad. I'm sure his mother died shortly after she acquired the disease. It's too bad."
Jet glanced at him. "What're you not telling him."
Aaron closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead.
Clive readied the five horses as Virginia walked up to him.
"So, where have you been off to?" Clive asked as Virginia patted one of the horses.
"Um, Clive?"
Clive turned his head, allowing Virginia to speak. "Yes?"
Virginia glanced around. "Do you think we'll die?"
Clive glanced at the ground before answering.
"I... am not sure."