The Hero of Olympus - Reborn

by PerseusNex1

Soon after the Giant War, Percy has everything taken away from him - even his life - by an enemy he cannot even hope to defeat. However, Fate has other plans, and gives him another chance at life in a new world. How will he use it? Will our beloved hero be able to defeat his enemy? Eventually OP!Percy. Inspired by Leviathan.

8. Chapter 8 - Warriors of the Past

Disclaimer – Riordan owns the PJO universe, Yagi owns the Claymore universe, and I just own this plot.

Alt title – Chapter 8 – The Number Ones

Key/Legend: /I'm putting this in because I received like 2 or 3 PMs regarding some of the points mentioned in the footnotes in the AN… Guys… if you see the star (asterisk - *) or any number of them, check the footnotes for information on them, and THEN ask qns if you STILL have doubts…

Also, guys, pls read the AN down below… please, please, pleaseee…

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Power does not corrupt. Fear corrupts… perhaps the fear of a loss of power ~ John Steinbeck

Third Person POV:

A crowd had begun to form at the border of the village of Strah, as was to be expected. After all, it wasn't often when you found two strange travelers coming all alone from the West. Although there were villages there, there were rarely any people who came to Strah through the mountains, since those paths were riddled with bandits.

Even the few merchants that came through the mountains usually had 20 or 30 armed bodyguards to protect them from the bandit hordes in the path. Usually, the people travelling from there would take a longer route down the coast and then cross the mountainous patch from Mount Shire, since that was a well-protected area.

So, naturally, watching two people coming alone from the West made everyone curious, and slightly suspicious. Especially since only one of them was even old enough to fight; the other looked like a 10-year-old boy.

Percy POV:

As we walked on towards Strah, I could see a crowd forming at the village's border to welcome us. I turned to face my partner, and a small smile broke through on my face. He reminded me so much of myself from the time when I was his age… the time when there were no monsters, no gods, no crazy family members trying to kill me… the time when all my problems revolved around the next day's schoolwork.

Looking at the ten-year-old's carefree, childish attitude and the way he was skipping along, I couldn't help but reminiscence about the way I had met the poor child.

*FLASHBACK START*

I was walking at a calm, leisurely pace through the ruined streets of Rien, enjoying the silence all around me. Even in my current predicament, the silence put my mind at peace, and that was a great relief for me. I hadn't slept in 2 days and listening to the two parts of me arguing with each other had a been a real pain in the podex…. Or well, pain in the head…

Anyway, finally getting some peace of mind had been a blessing, even though I had had to give up my humanity for it. 'Although it would have been really great if I could have got a night's sleep in a proper bed… but, oh well, I guess I'll have to make do with sleeping in the wild for some time… Or I could just find a river somewhere and sleep on the riverbed…'

With that thought in mind, I continued on my way. According to some maps that I had studied of this place, there should be a river just beyond Strah, which was the next village. That would be…. Roughly 2 hours of walking towards the South East. "Not too bad… not bad at all" I said to myself, "I've already stayed up for 2 days… 2 hours shouldn't be that much of a problem!"

And with that cheery thought in my head pushing all my other dark thoughts away, I started to speed up in my strides. Then, just as I was about to cross the dead city's borders, I heard a sound.

It was a shuffling noise… unlike any other sound I had heard so far in this town. Until now, my surroundings had been dead silent except for the noises of the wind as it made my cloak billow behind me, and the sounds made my boots as I walked through the rubble.

Well, they weren't exactly my boots… or my cloak… I had just taken them from one of the bandits that I'd killed earlier. Conveniently enough, there had been one guy whose clothes hadn't been completely decimated in the massacre. The only damage that had been done to his cloak the blood splotches on the hood from the time I had impaled him in the forehead. But overall, the cloak was still usable... at least until I could buy myself some new clothing.

But that wouldn't be possible until I reached the next large town… which was Doga. Once I got there, I would be able to find an inn, some new weapons and preferably, some discreet clothing. I had really loved my black cloak, but it had unfortunately been burned to ashes in the bandit raid, along with most of my other stuff. The only things I had now… were the spear from the bandit leader, the black cloak and belt that I was currently wearing, and TONS of money which I had collected from the dead bandits… it wasn't as if they would need it anymore anyway…

But seriously… each one of those bandits had had around a thousand bera on them… and there had been around 40 bandits*... The weight of all those gold rods was HUGE… and it probably made me one of the richest people on this whole planet… well, maybe just the continent… we still didn't know if there was life on some other continent across the ocean.

'Wait… why am I thinking of this now? Shouldn't I be worried about the noise?' And, as I thought that, I cursed my old habits. In this new life, I didn't have ADHD, but it appeared that the old saying was true… old habits do die hard.

So, I pulled out my only reliable weapon, which was the spear that I had taken from the bandit leader. Seriously… none of the others had had unbroken, normal weapons at all. The next best thing after the spear had been one heavy, lopsided ax. Not even one bandit had had the courtesy to keep a good longsword on them. Not even one.

The best sword that they had was chipped, dented and improperly weighted after I had used it to kill the bandits. All the others had been broken in our battle. And yet, for some reason, the spear, or Hellreaver, as I had taken to calling it, due to the literal hellfire it spewed, had absolutely no dents on its surface. The metal pole of the spear was still in the same pristine condition it had been before I had used it like a madman.

So, that was the only weapon that I had been able to keep after the battle. And so, it was the only weapon I could currently use. And thus, with Hellreaver in my hands, I took a defensive stance and waited. Another minute of silence passed, and then, just when I had begun to think that I had imagined the small noise, it came again, from a rock pile about 30 feet to my right.

I turned to face that rock pile, and, upon seeing nothing wrong at all, I started moving towards it with slow, cautiously placed steps. And then a thought came to me as I was walking, 'Wait, what am I even scared of right now? Whoever or whatever is under there… is definitely in a bad condition… and anyway, this planet doesn't have monsters… just mortal humans.'

And with that, my caution went out the window. I struck the base of the topmost rock with my spear, and then, using it as a lever, I lifted the rock up and flipped it back. It landed with a thunderous boom, revealing… a small 10-year-old boy who had been just the right size to fit in one small pocket of air amidst all the rubble.

'WOW! Ok, he is LUCKY as hell… just a few centimeters in any direction, and he would have lost some body parts…' I thought to myself, before nudging the poor child with the pole of my spear. No response. Once again, I nudged him. And still, no response. Then, I bent down and started shaking his shoulders with my hand.

Just when I was about to give up and conclude that the shuffling had been his last actions, he coughed and opened his eyes. Then, in a dramatically slow motion, the kid lifted his head up and moved into a sitting position.

He had mid-length, silver hair that was now all dirty with dust and grime, along with big, ice-blue eyes. Overall, the kid had a youthful, child-like face which would, probably, give him a "pretty boy" appearance someday in the future. But currently, it was covered in dust, grime, sweat and blood. Not pretty at all, to say the least.

He rubbed his eyes, trying to get the dirt out of them, but since his hands were equally dirty, the action didn't do much. Nevertheless, he opened his eyes again and stared at me, seemingly unaffected by both the dirt, and the sight of my blood-splattered cloak and hooded face. The again, it was entirely possible that since he couldn't see properly due to the dirt, he wasn't affected by my appearance.

Anyway, the kid was still staring at me. I waved my hand in front of his face to check whether he could actually see or not, and he jumped back in surprise. "So… you can see, then…" I said to him, and he nodded silently. "Who are you?" He asked suddenly, pointed his right index at my face.

Naturally, I responded with a lie, "Me? I'm just a guy who saw the avalanche happen. I was travelling across the mountains when the landslide happened… took the whole group down with it…" I said, with faked sadness and remorse, before continuing on with an attempt to lighten the situation, "Then, it took seven hours to get down here from up there… you wouldn't believe the amount of times I nearly slipped."

It was a white lie, in all technicality. I had been on the mountains when the rockslide had happened, and I had been far enough from it to not really be affected by it at all. It had also taken a whole group of people down with it… just like I had said. And since I had not specified 'MY' group, the statement was still technically true.

The kid just nodded, obviously taking my words literally, before understanding what I had truly said. Then, he slowly turned his attention to his surroundings, and acknowledge the scene of devastation that once was the town of Rien. My attempt at humor had absolutely no effect on the child, and his face started to turn downwards. A grimace adorned his face, before it changed to a perfect flat note. Seriously, this kid had a poker face better than a professional gambler.

Just when I was about to try consoling him, he spoke in that same child-like voice – which, I suppose, was pretty normal for a child, "So, I wasn't dreaming about that." And that sent my mind off-course once again, making me think on how to respond to this kid, while keeping the guilt out of my voice. The fact that I didn't regret my actions didn't mean that I wasn't guilty of them. If anything, it made me even more guilty. At least, in a court of law, it did.

And then, a part of my brain started to think along the lines of, 'Kill him right here and now, and nobody will ever know or care what happened here…' Rien was a small town, and almost nobody visited it… I knew that from experience… so, it was true that nobody would care about this place… everyone would just take it at face value and call it an unfortunate accident. Everyone except this kid… who may or may not have seen that huge lightning bolt.

But he would have no proof of that phenomenon, and the only supporters he would ever gather would be some priests who believed in this continent's lightning god, or other people along those lines… Plus, even if everyone believed such an unreasonable story, there would be no way to trace it back to me, since nobody even knew of my powers except the Moirai, the Olympians, one Primordial and me myself. So, there was no real need to cover my tracks… because they were already buried under millions of others. But still, prevention was always better than cure… and caution never harmed nobody…

I was seriously considering my choice options when the boy spoke again, "Well, I'm not sure whether I should be happy that I finally got away from those horrible merchants, or sad that the whole town was killed because of my prayers." That threw me in a loop… the kid had actually wanted the townspeople to die… either he was a really, really bad kid, or the townspeople were themselves really, really bad people.

I chose to accept the second option since it made me feel better. The fact that they were bad people put the Jackson part of me at rest, which allowed that same peace from 5 minutes back to return. Talking to the victim, which was, obviously, the boy, had made the Jackson me and the warrior me start fighting again, and it was seriously unhelpful when one was trying to hold a conversation.

Anyway, back to the kid's words. What he had said had clearly implied that he believed it was an act of God. He had said that he'd prayed to somebody… and then, these people had been killed. The kid clearly thought that the people were horrible, and so, he would very likely paint them as such in front of other people.

That meant that he was no real threat to me. Even if he went and told everyone about it, and they believed him, his story would just cause them to start worshipping the Gods of this world. There was no way to connect me to the cause of the landslide, and nobody would even want to. Nobody would dare to point fingers in fear of making the Gods, who were apparently real, angry. Clearly, the Gods would do as they pleased if someone displeasured them… that's all people would make out from this incident.

They would all go back home thinking, 'Oh crap! We need to sacrifice more to the Gods! We need to be 'good people' or they will kill us all!' If this incident caused some sort of a Santa Claus effect on the people, I was perfectly fine with it. Fear was a very powerful weapon and using it to change the world for the better was a brilliant idea.

I found myself agreeing with Light (Raito) Yagami on that. People only listened to those who they were afraid of. Thus, using their fear to stop them from committing crimes was simply… brilliant! The best part of this situation was that I didn't even need to do anything. Unlike the Death Note protagonist, I was not hell-bent on erasing crime. That would just happen over time, as people travelled to the ruins of Rien and discovered, for themselves, the fate that befell 'bad' people.

Eventually, as word got out, the priests would start to claim this as proof of God, and all that mumbo-jumbo. The people who would believe the priests would then change to a better lifestyle, and the people who did not would either continue living or take up banditry just to challenge the idea of Gods. And, if I ever came across some bandits, I would most definitely kill the bastards. They had taken my entire family (from this world)** away from me, and I was allowed to hold that grudge forever.

But conducting a moral cleansing of this planet was not my current goal. I was not Light Yagami, I was Perseus Jackson. I was not a university topper that wanted to end crime… I was a slayer who lived to kill someone. I was a murderer, and I, sure as hell, did not get to talk about morals. My current goal was to get to Rimuto and Dae and force them into giving me the powers, and that was currently being stalled by this kid.

So, I had to deal with the kid first. But I couldn't just leave him here and walk on. Regardless of whether I regret it or not, his current predicament was caused by my actions, irrespective of however good or bad it was. Plus, it couldn't hurt to have some company for a while. After all, I wasn't an introvert... I just didn't care about the people…. Moreover, the kid had legs, so he should be able to walk along with me, right?

So, I turned my focus back to the child. He still hadn't moved… he had stayed perfectly still since he had spoken that sentence. There hadn't even been the slightest of twitches in his poker face. Clearly, whatever he had said had been important. He wanted to see my reaction, and he also probably wanted me to give him some feedback on it. So, I decided to humor the kid, and I took a seat opposite him, in the rubble.

"Sounds like you had a tough time getting along with these merchants, eh? Why so? What'd they do to you?" I asked him. The last part was added on in a stretch because I knew that there were certain merchants and people who traded in slavery on this land… Similar to the USA before the Civil War, this continent also had different laws for different places regarding slavery.

In the North, and some parts of the West, people still carried out the accursed system. Since the West was known for its agriculture, it had policies similar to the Confederate States. And this kid certainly didn't look like he was born in the West… his skin was a pale white, unlike the more tanned skin that the inhabitants of Lautrec had.

The kid turned his head slowly and looked me dead in the eyes. Then, just for a moment there, I felt as if I was staring straight into the eyes of a snarling wolf… this kid, even though he was just a bit more than half my age, had one damn good stare. It would probably make most humans want to run away, but I was not most humans. If I had been able to look unflinchingly at the Creator's stare, I could definitely handle a kid's.

So, I looked straight back into his eyes and waited patiently for his response. After a few seconds of careful consideration, he replied with a question: "Why would you ask that?" And that caused me to chuckle, which made him narrow his eyes.

Understanding that the kid didn't want to talk, I stood up and said, "Never you mind… I just thought that you looked like you were from the north…" Seeing his flinch at my words, I continued, "… but you never really know, do you? Hmmm… anyway, if you want to survive, you'll have to make it to the next town… and I'm going that way. So, if you want to come, follow me. If you don't, then catch this, and good luck."

And with those words, I turned heel and left, while walking at a leisurely pace, so that the 10-year-old would be able to catch up if he wanted to. If he didn't want to… well, then it wasn't my problem… my conscience was white and completely guilt-free. I had tried to help him, but you can only do so much. Just as the saying went, you could bring a horse to the water, but you couldn't make it drink.

Nevertheless, I walked on, not bothering to wait for the kid to make a decision. I had already examined his injuries and come to the decision that he was almost entirely uninjured from the landslide itself, just fatigued, both mentally and physically, from the last 10 hours that had passed. So, I had taken his fatigue into mind, and thrown him a pouch full of bandit food – which was mostly variants of jerky, and some Bera… so that he would be able to buy himself some basic necessities if he ever got to any town.

Unless of course, he chose to actually follow me. Which would turn out to be a nuisance. If he tagged along, then I wouldn't be able to test out my godly powers anymore, lest he should see it and start spreading rumors. And that would be a painful handicap that was completely unnecessary.

However, I had already invited the kid to tag along, I wasn't going to complain if he actually did. Although he probably wouldn't, since he had clearly had bad experiences with people. Being shipped away from your birthplace to some random village as a slave tended to ruin a person's belief in the principles of humanity… and break their trust.

*FLASHBACK END*

I chuckled at the memory… back then, I had not known how obstinate the kid was. 'Pretty much like me,' I thought to myself, knowing that it was true. Over the last two days – yes, that's right… two days… the kid was unbearably slow when he was tired, and going two days without food had made him a sloth. It had taken a whole HOUR just to exit the city… which would have usually been a five-minute walk. The reason was that the kid literally kept falling down repeatedly, due to fatigue, but he would still remain stubborn that he did not need any help.

Eventually, I had grown tired of the slow pace, and I had literally started to drag him behind me. Well, at least until the bandit attack. Just an hour after leaving the city, when we were finally starting to move at a steady pace, we had been ambushed by bandits. I had had my hands full – literally – with the kid, and so, I hadn't bothered to concentrate on my surroundings, which had allowed them to sneak up on us without alerting my sixth sense.

Then, we were forced to run into the woods to escape the bandits. Since I was trying to build up the impression that I was any normal guy, I couldn't display my fighting skills or my powers in front of the kid, and so, we had to flee. Then, we got lost, and it had taken until today morning to find our way back to the path. From there, it had been quite a short journey, about thirty to forty minutes long, with no special events occurring.

Anyway, back to the point… Over the last two days, the kid had opened up and spoken about his life… how he had a mother who had probably been worried sick about him for the last 3 years, about how he regretted making her think that he was dead, how he had never known his father, and how he regretted following that stupid merchant in the first place.

All in all, his story was a textbook copy of mine, except for the merchant and the slavery parts, and it gave me a strong sense of nostalgia for the 'good old days', where my biggest struggles were keeping my mother happy with my behavior, and not getting kicked out of my school. The fact that this kid still had that attitude, even after going through all that he had gone through, showed just how strong-minded he was.

I could understand what this kid must've felt for these past 3 years, because I, along with my friends, had been repeatedly treated as pawns by the 'almighty' gods of Olympus… for around 6 years of my life, and I knew that it felt horrible. Being forced to work for someone… it sucked your personality dry, and left you wanting nothing except freedom. Thankfully – or perhaps, luckily would be a better suited word – enough for the kid, he had only been forced to do small works around the farmland since he was a small boy, and hadn't been subjected to any physical abuse… So, he still had a path to redemption left open to him… a path which would allow him to go back to his old life… a path that would let him avoid doing what I was doing, and let him be free of a criminal life.

He could still turn back and choose not to grow up as a hateful, spiteful creature, while I could not, and to some extent, that even made me jealous of this little ten-year-old boy. On the other hand, I also felt a slight sense of joy whenever I saw a version of myself that didn't have to turn into the villain. Whenever I looked at this kid and compared him to myself, I felt great satisfaction in knowing that he did not HAVE to become the hero or the villain. He could still live a normal life.

I felt happy for this kid whenever I saw a version of myself that could just walk up to the Greek world and say, "No." The very fact that he could still deny their existence and go back to living with his mother made feelings of happiness, pride and joy swell in my chest. And the joy that I felt from my heart easily outweighed the jealousy that came from my thoughts, because while my mind told itself, 'If only I had been to do that…', it also knew that I loved being exactly who I was.

I had, on several instances, chosen the path of a hero, and I had thus died a hero's death. I could proudly say that I had fought up until my very last breath… I had fought against Chaos, and then I had fought against the unbearable pain, and then, I had even fought against my own power to keep my body alive, and there was a great honor in that. An honor that most people didn't usually see or understand before their deaths, because their minds would get clouded up by their fear of death, or rather… by their fear of the unknown that lay beyond death.

But I had travelled to the Underworld. And I had done it thrice. Then, I had even traversed the deepest, darkest parts of hell and come out alive. So, what lay beyond death was not unknown to me in the least, and thus, I had no reason to fear it. I had met the god of death, Thanatos himself, and he had shown nothing to fear.

Marcus Aurelius had once said, "Death smiles at us all; all a man can do is smile back." And he had been right. Death was natural to all mortals, it was inevitable, and thus, there was nothing to fear in it. The only reason I would ever fear death from now onwards… would be if death came to me before I was finished with my one sole objective. And that's the way it should be.

There was a quote, back on Earth, said by an anonymous person, "The only people who fear death are those with regrets." And, that is exactly what I was currently picturing. Until I had killed Chaos, I would live in regret that I hadn't been strong enough to kill him that day. I had no other regrets. None. So, I had no other need to fear death, since you couldn't exactly regret something you didn't do. I couldn't regret the deaths of my friends, because I hadn't done it… it hadn't been my fault at the end of the day… no matter how much blame I took on my shoulders, the fact still remained that Chaos had killed them and not me. So, I could only repent the losses, but not regret them.

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It had taken quite a while to let the people allow us into the city, since they had all been suspicious of how we had managed to cross the mountains. Only after a lot of persuasion, and after wasting a lot of time explaining my cover story to the guards, did they allow us to cross the borders.

It was a typical small Western town. It had the same old houses, the same old agricultural plots at the town edge, and the same old town structure in general. It was extremely easy to navigate the place, since I knew the layout of my own town by heart, and thus, finding the nearest clothes store was easy.

At the clothes store, I had used the bandits' money to buy us some decent clothes, which included a lovely new, black cloak for me, and a deep blue woolen cloak for him that had white feathers on both ends. Although it had been quite comical to see him wear it, since the feathers on the bottom edge of the wool cloak would constantly get in his way as he kept walking, making him trip and stumble every three or four seconds.

Well, I had warned him. I told him the cloak would be both: too heavy for him and too big; but he wasn't ready to listen. So, I had bought the cloak anyway, and let him keep it. His stature was quite tall for a 10-year-old, giving him a height of about four feet and three inches, but the cloak was clearly meant to be worn by a much taller man. In itself, the cloak was around 5 feet long, but the kid had managed to bulk it up around his torso so that it was just long enough to trip him. But, obstinate as he was, he refused to complain.

Let me explain why the kid had a cloak in the first place… We had been buying decent shirts, pants and belts for ourselves, since our current clothes had gone through a lot of wear and tear, when I had seen the black cloak and moved there. Then, just like that, the kid wanted one. Maybe it was a role model thing or somewhat, but he would NOT stop insisting. Then, I figured that he would need to buy one anyway to make the trip back up to the northern lands, since they were known for their frigid temperatures, and I had just bought it for him.

Anyways, speaking of the kid, I had bid him adieu not more than a few minutes ago, and, just as he was saying good-bye, the kid had finally opened up and given me his name in a dramatic fashion. Naturally, I had felt compelled to return the favor, but I had given him an alias – "Nex", just to protect my true identity. Plus, it wasn't as if the kid could translate Latin, so he would never find out that it was an alias, or what it symbolized.

However, he had seemed completely genuine when he gave me his name. And, somehow, I had known that the name was important… like an intuition. Well, it wasn't really an intuition… it was more like knowledge? I wasn't really sure what to call it, but it was as if an alarm had gone off in my head when he had given me his name, screaming that this kid was going to be important someday.

And the part of me that had Athena's blessing just couldn't wait to find out how. I, or that part of me, at the very least, needed to know this kid's role in the future… 'Very well then, kid, we'll meet again soon enough…' I thought to myself, flashing back to his name… ISLEY. ***

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Third Person POV:

Dae was happy. In fact, he was more than happy. That's what the shit-eating grin plastered on his face said, anyway. He had just completed his first objective. He had achieved human-Asarakam transfusion. Not even 10 minutes ago, he had become the first person to ever successfully fuse an Asarakam's flesh with that of a human's. And he had done it on a live test subject!

Which meant that he was now officially allowed to rub it in his boss' face. Rimuto and he had made a bet for five thousand bera, with Rimuto saying that there was no way Dae would succeed within just two months, while Dae had begged to differ. And now, those precious gold bars would all be his, because Rimuto was not the kind of guy to go back on his word… he was WAY too formal to be able to lie properly.

And the whole staff knew about the bet, so the man would be forced to pay up anyway. But, currently, Dae was concerned with none of that. Right now, he needed to experiment more on this mutant creature that he had created, so as to further understand the powers of Yoki. Plus, he still needed actual proof that this new mutant species actually had both: the Yoki powers of the Asarakam, and the mental ability of control from the humans.

If either of those were missing, the experiment would have been for nought, and the mutant was just useless. Without mental control, the mutant was just another mindless beast, meant to be put down ferociously, just like any other Asarakam, and without Yoki, he was a failed experiment. In either case, Dae would dispose of him after he was done experimenting. "So, it would really be in your good books to be a success, wouldn't it?" Dae asked the man.

The mutant just turned his head to look up, from where he was chained up to the wall, and stared at Dae with blank, silver eyes. "Like it's under my control…" he muttered to himself. Dae just chuckled at his response, before going back to writing down his notes.

He noted down the color change that had taken place in the man's eyes and hair… they had both been bleached… now, the once brown-haired and red-eyed male had turned into a silver-eyed blond. Probably due to a loss of pigmentation, which was caused by the entrance of a foreign power into the body. The melanin under the man's skin most likely died when his body was fighting off the new power because of the secretions of the Asarakam flesh.

Thus, the man was left completely bleached. White skin, near-white eyes and near-white hair. Well, the closest thing to white eyes and hair… silver eyes and straw blond hair. But apart from that, Dae could see no visible physical difference in the man's body… well, except the long scar running down the man's front, which had, surprisingly, already started to heal.

'Heightened healing rate,' Dae noted down. At least that was solid proof that this man had both… He had responded fluently in the common language and had thus, shown intelligence. Now, his heightened healing rate proved that he had received the Yoki powers from the Asarakam. So, now, Dae had something concrete to show his superiors.

He was still curious to see how much the man's body could take with that new regenerative ability, but it would have to wait. It had to be quite a lot, but Dae wouldn't be able to rate it on a scale unless he physically experimented on the test subject.

However, he would have to do that afterwards. Right now, he needed to talk with Rimuto and the Organization's other heads. He had already scheduled a meeting with them, and that was bound to start in roughly five minutes from now. So, Dae rushed out of his laboratory and started speed-walking towards the meeting hall. He would report in his success, and then, the Organization on the mainland would be very happy, and they would send some extra members to help with the research. Which would then make the whole process much, MUCH easier.

The new members would also be able to help him get his hands on that warrior with the alleged 'control over water', thus allowing him to conduct even more research. The prospect made him giddy with happiness. Unfortunately, he did not know that a certain 18-year-old was about to blow his plan to pieces. Correction: he did not know YET.

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AN: *Ok, so I'm ignoring the people who ran and got hit by lightning… coz their gold would have literally been turned to like some liquid goop… and then covered under tons of rubble…

Just saying to clarify, in case anyone is wondering how the bandits went from 50 to 40…

**And yes, our protagonist is an orphan. I actually had a whole story planned out for this… but I just couldn't see any way or reason to put it in… It only makes sense if I add it in as a dream for Percy… but then again, there's no real need to do that… sooo…

Anyway, all that's important about this is that Percy's parents were killed in a bandit raid when he wasn't home. If I find a place and a reason to put the side-story in… I'll add it in there as a dream or flashback or something… maybe like a 'my life is flashing before my eyes' moment at some point in the distant future…

***Ok, there were too many hints… the blue eyes… the chapter name… the blue cloak with white feathers (from the anime) … the Northern heritage…. Seriously… was there anyone who DIDN'T guess it?

Also, guys, I had one interesting idea… What if… I make this into a series… like a trilogy. The first part is obvio a Claymore X PJO story… and then the second part can be another crossover into another fandom that has its own set of powers…

Then, Percy can unlock those powers… mess up that universe and then return home to start the third part of the story… which would just be a PJO-based story… where Percy is fighting off Chaos… although that may not be nearly as long as the other two stories…

Anyway, so I had a discussion about it with one of my friends, who is currently acting as a beta for my stories, and he seemed to like the idea a lot…

Soooooooo, I was kinda thinking along the lines of PJO X RWBY in the second story… because I really, REALLY love the gun-weapon combo that is so commonly found on the Rooster Teeth show (HINT: Percy's gonna have guns too)… That, and the fact that the auras, semblances, and the dust from that universe could be another useful power for Percy… and he does need to be SERIOUSLY over-powered to even go toe to toe against Chaos…

I mean… if you want to fight the Creator… then you need at least like fifty different powers… and also the fact that Chaos, being a god, won't have a soul, and since your aura and semblance is unlocked from within your soul in that universe… it would be an advantage… ANYWAY… thoughts in the reviews, pls…

Also, for those people who really want to see Percy getting the Yoki powers… yea, I promise I'll do that next chapter… And SHEESH… this is one LOOOOOONG AN…

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