(Hostess of Fertility)

Ryuu sat alone in a quiet corner of the tavern, her expression serious and contemplative. She couldn't help but think about the sudden outburst that Kunihito had had hours ago, attacking everyone around him, including her.

That explosion of violence and hatred left her perplexed and intrigued. However, instead of harboring resentment, she decided to reflect on what could have led Kunihito to act in that way.

As she watched the bustling crowd in the tavern, Ryuu began to recall fragments of "conversations" she had with Kunihito in the past. He had never explicitly shared details about his life, but she sensed a certain bitterness and sadness in his eyes when they communicated.

They had talked about the difficulties faced by half-elves in society and the stigma and discrimination they endured from pure-blooded elves. Ryuu knew that despite Orario being a diverse and tolerant city, there were still those who judged people based on their race or origin.

She herself had faced her fair share of prejudice as a pure-blooded elf from other half-elves, although nothing as strong as what Kunihito experienced. However, she always found the strength to overcome these obstacles, thanks to the support of her friends and her own resilient spirit.

As memories passed through her mind, Ryuu felt compassion and empathy towards Kunihito. She imagined how difficult it must be to carry the weight of constant prejudice and rejection. And in the heat of the moment, Kunihito may have been consumed by those feelings, triggering his anger and resentment.

Ryuu sighed deeply, determined to address the issue with sensitivity when the opportunity arose. She wanted to better understand what Kunihito was going through and, if possible, offer her support. She didn't want to judge him hastily or see him as the villain of the situation. She knew there was much more behind his outburst of anger.

After some time of reflection, Ryuu saw Syr approaching. She knew Syr as a kind and understanding person, someone who was always willing to listen to others.

Feeling a bit more confident, Ryuu decided to share her concerns with her friend. "Syr, can I talk to you about something?" Ryuu said, looking at Syr with a gentle smile.

"Of course, Ryuu. What's bothering you… Is it about Kunihito?" Syr replied, with a worried expression.

"Syr, he punched me, and he was clearly consumed by anger. I'm trying to understand what happened, especially considering his possible hatred towards elves." Ryuu commented.

"Oh, Ryuu, I'm sorry for everything that happened. I'm sure it must have been a very difficult moment for you. I understand your concerns about his behavior and his relationship with elves." Syr said, feeling a little guilty for being so focused on Kunihito that she had forgotten about her friend.

"It's just that… I can't understand why he would act like that. I've met many people with traumas and grievances, but I've never seen them react in such an explosive way over something so minor." Ryuu stated, reminded of her own past.

"I believe that each person carries their own scars and baggage from the past. Sometimes, these wounds can be so deep that they affect the way people interact with the world around them." Syr sighed.

Ryuu had a moment of silence and thought deeply. "I understand…" Ryuu nodded, taking in Syr's words. She knew she shouldn't judge Kunihito solely based on his outburst of anger.

There was more to uncover, more layers to unravel. As Ryuu and Syr continued their conversation, Mama Mia, who was nearby, overheard their discussion. She had been involved in the fight and had fought against Kunihito, but now, seeing Ryuu and Syr engaging in understanding and empathy, she felt the need to express her thoughts.

"Ryuu, Syr, I heard what you said." Mama Mia spoke, her tone serious and resolute. "As fighters, we get to know each other in a more open way when we're in the heat of battle. I hold no grudges against Kunihito. I know that the anger and aggression he showed are not the entirety of who he is."

Mama Mia's words echoed in the air, bringing a sense of reconciliation. Everyone in that conversation shared the understanding that each person carries their own struggles and internal demons. They recognized the importance of offering support and understanding, even in the face of harmful behaviors.

(Twilight Mansion)

The meeting at the Loki Familia mansion was in full swing. The members, with their distinct personalities, occupied the seats around the long oak table.

Finn, the leader of the familia, looked around with a serious expression, ready to begin the discussion. The other two key members of the familia, Gareth and Riveria, were present, eager to hear the latest news.

"We have important matters to address today. Before we begin, I'd like to know if anyone has any relevant information to share." Finn questioned his long-time companions.

Riveria raised an eyebrow. "Actually, I have some intriguing information for you. Ais, Lefiya, Medea, and I crossed paths with Kunihito Xiloscient at the Guild yesterday in the late afternoon." the elf informed her colleagues.

Gareth smirked sarcastically. "Ah, the troublesome half-elf. What has he done now?"

Riveria leaned forward. "Actually, I was intrigued. He showed genuine interest and concern about Bete's condition. He seemed like a reasonable person, but things got out of control… Medea." The mere mention of the lilac-haired elf made most of the members sigh as if saying "Not again."

"She tends to be explosive, but Xiloscient-san acted quite tolerantly. In fact, I believe I caught a glimpse of his true character. I would say he's fairly reasonable compared to adventurers in general. He genuinely cared about the state he left Bete in, but his unknown origins tend to bother me." expressed the green-haired elf, placing her fingers on her chin.

"Riveria… your words reflect what I've also noticed. Kunihito is an intriguing individual, and his influence over Bete has been concerning me. We need to be prepared for any eventuality." Finn said thoughtfully.

Gareth crossed his arms "Speaking of Bete, he has been extremely quiet since he woke up. It's as if the confrontation has shaken his usual confidence and energy. We need to figure out how to handle it, or it will affect our family as a whole."

"Perhaps it would be interesting for one of us to establish a good relationship with the half-elf, at least in the public eye. We don't want Loki Familia to be known as petty or vengeful… more than it already is." Finn grumbled the last part.

"I agree. The morale of the members, even the executives, has been stirred up. Maintaining good relations with this individual would be a good alternative. Who would be more suitable for this task?" Gareth questioned.

"Apparently, this half-elf is familiar with at least the famous members of the familia. It would be appropriate to choose someone with a popular image, someone he wouldn't consider as a personal attack on him… We can think about it later. Let's move on to the next topics and leave that aspect aside for now." Finn said.

"Actually, before we conclude this matter, I'd like to inform you about Ais…" Riveria spoke, leaving them to ponder.

"What about Ais?" Finn and Gareth asked almost simultaneously.

(With Ais Wallenstein)

I'm in my room, standing in front of the mirror, observing my own reflection. The image of Kunihito Xiloscient remains vivid in my mind, his strong and determined figure, his impeccable swordsmanship. Everything about him sparks an inexplicable fascination within me.

How did he manage to overpower Bete Loga, being a swordsman himself and using only his fists? It's something that still intrigues me. His movements were rough yet precise, a deadly dance that mesmerized anyone who watched. I never thought I could witness such indomitable strength coming from a stranger.

As I watched that battle, I felt something stir within me. A mixture of admiration and enchantment, as if something awakened in my chest. It was a warm feeling, a burning fire that spread throughout my body. I've never experienced anything like this before.

His presence is like a mark on me, a mark I can't ignore. I want to understand what lies behind that mysterious facade. I want to uncover the secrets he keeps, the motives that drive him to fight with such determination. There's something beyond his combat prowess, something that attracts me in an inexplicable way.

As my eyes meet my own in the mirror, I feel a renewed determination pulsing within me. If someone like Kunihito can surpass his own limits and become so powerful in a way that is unknown to all, then I can too.

As I continue to stare at my reflection in the mirror, a whirlwind of thoughts invades my mind. Kunihito Xiloscient evokes a fascination within me that goes beyond his combat abilities. There's something magnetic about his presence, something that intrigues me and makes me question everything I know.

I, Ais Wallenstein, have always been a warrior focused on honing my sword skills. I've always believed that physical strength and dexterity were the only paths to achieve my goal. But Kunihito challenges those beliefs.

His indomitable strength, expressed through his powerful fists, transcends the conventional barriers of swordsmanship. He shows that true strength lies in the inner determination, in the relentless will to overcome any obstacle.

As I recall the moment he dominated Bete Loga, my heart races. Kunihito's fists delivered precise and ruthless blows, leaving everyone astonished. I never imagined that someone could subdue Bete in such a way, so effortlessly, using only the strength of his body.

But it's not just his fighting prowess that fascinates me. There's something deeper in Kunihito, something I still can't fully comprehend. I'm drawn to his determination and mystery, as if there's an unknown world beyond that enigmatic facade.

As my thoughts wander through this torrent of emotions, I notice my cheeks blushing. It's a strange and overwhelming feeling, a burning fire that ignites within me every time I think of him. It's as if an invisible energy connects us, albeit subtly.

Ais Wallenstein, the swordsman of the Loki Familia, is ready to dive into the unknown, in search of the meaning behind the one who ignites a warm feeling in her chest.

(With Bete)

Bete Loga lay in the hospital bed, his body exhausted but his mind buzzing with conflicting emotions. The fight against Kunihito Xiloscient echoed in his mind, every move, every blow, every moment he felt the force of those fists colliding with his body.

It was an incredible fight, no doubt about it. Bete could recognize the skill and strength of his opponent. Kunihito was a formidable adversary, capable of delivering powerful and precise strikes. But there was something that deeply bothered him.

As he reflected on that fight, Bete felt a mixture of admiration and frustration. Admiration for Kunihito's ability, for his impressive strength and the dexterity with which he dominated the battle. But at the same time, the feeling that Kunihito wasn't taking the fight seriously irritated him deeply.

"Why didn't he fight with all his strength?" Bete questioned, clenching his fists in frustration.

That thought bothered him more than he would like to admit. He wanted to test his limits, to face a worthy opponent and overcome them. But it seemed like Kunihito was holding back, as if he was just toying with him.

That stirred Bete's pride, igniting a flame of determination within him. He refused to be underestimated, not by Kunihito or anyone else. Bete was determined to become stronger, to reach a new level in his combat skills, to prove himself as a true warrior worthy of respect.

As thoughts swirled in his mind, Bete closed his eyes and made a promise to himself that he would come back stronger than ever. He would train tirelessly, perfect his techniques, and channel all his frustration into surpassing himself.

The hospital became his training ground. Even while immobilized, Bete found ways to exercise and strengthen his body. His determination was unshakable, his fighting spirit relentless.

While he awaited his recovery, Bete vowed that the next time he faced Kunihito Xiloscient, it would be different. He would fight with all his might, leaving no room for complacency. He wanted to feel the real impact of Kunihito's strikes, to challenge him on equal ground, and who knows, maybe even surpass him.

The flame of rivalry burned intensely within Bete. He was ready to rise to a new level, to become a true warrior worthy of facing the one who challenged him and awakened his anger.

The desire to surpass himself and prove his worth burned in his chest, driving him to fight with all his soul.

As time passed in the hospital, Bete silently prepared himself, fueling the fire of his determination. Soon, he would return to the battlefield, ready to face the challenge he longed for: a rematch against Kunihito Xiloscient.

(With Hestia)

Hestia was alone in her room, sitting on the edge of her bed, lost in her thoughts. She coldly reflected on Kunihito's joining of her familia. On one hand, she recognized that it was a favorable choice to have such a powerful and determined adventurer by her side. After all, strength was essential to reach the top and achieve her ambitious dreams.

However, there was a slight frustration in her heart. Hestia knew that her decision was made in the heat of the moment, driven by the desire not to miss the opportunity to recruit an adventurer with such potential. She questioned whether her choice had been wise or hasty.

While pondering this, inappropriate thoughts invaded her mind. She couldn't help but imagine certain situations with the half-elf. A subtle smile appeared on her lips as she allowed herself to fantasize about greatness. However, Hestia quickly reprimanded herself for these thoughts, reminding herself that she needed to stay focused on her bigger goals.

"I can't let myself be carried away by such daydreams." she murmured to herself, aware of her ambition and responsibilities as a goddess and leader of the Hestia Familia. She had bigger goals to achieve and couldn't be distracted by fleeting desires for glory and personal ego.

With a sigh, Hestia turned her mind to the future. She was determined to lead her familia to the top, to achieve the greatness she longed for together. Even with conflicting feelings and inappropriate thoughts, she knew she needed to stay focused on her ambition and use all the resources at her disposal to achieve success.

She was a goddess, a deity with powers beyond human comprehension, but even so, she was not immune to human desires and longings.

As she moved forward, Hestia found herself questioning herself. Would her voracious ambition lead her to consider such thoughts? Would she be able to separate her personal desires from her mission as the leader of the Hestia Familia?

A whirlwind of emotions and uncertainties settled in her heart. On one hand, Hestia knew she had the responsibility to care for her divine children, ensure their well-being, and guide their growth as adventurers. On the other hand, she was a lonely goddess longing for companionship and human warmth.

As she pondered these questions, Hestia felt a mixture of frustration and excitement. She knew she couldn't give in to the fleeting desires that arose in her mind, but at the same time, she couldn't deny her human nature. It was an internal conflict that challenged her to find a balance between her divine duties and her personal desires.

However, deep in her mind, thoughts about Kunihito continued to surface, a burning flame that she tried to extinguish.

Despite her internal conflicts, Hestia knew she couldn't allow her personal desires to overshadow her larger vision.

She was ambitious, and her ambition knew no bounds. She was determined to lead her familia to the top and achieve the greatness she longed for.

As the thoughts continued, Hestia reaffirmed her determination. She would set aside the thoughts and focus on her mission. She was determined to guide her familia to success, even if it meant setting aside her personal desires.

With a renewed determination in her heart, Hestia looked to the future with hope and ambition. She was ready to face the challenges that lay ahead, knowing that in the end, greatness awaited those who strove to achieve it.

(With Eina)

Eina was sitting at her work desk in the Guild Library, flipping through some documents as she tried to maintain her focus. However, her thoughts kept wandering to Kunihito. She couldn't help but feel a sense of danger and excitement emanating from him.

While she recognized Kunihito's dangerous and manipulative nature, there was something about him that intrigued her. She vividly remembered the conversation she had with him, especially when he mentioned Hestia. Those words still echoed in her mind, leaving her unsettled.

However, a feeling of hypocrisy washed over her. Eina remembered how she had manipulated information in the past to help the half-elf, the adventurer she had feelings for.

She wasn't one to speak about the manipulation of others. She felt a tightness in her chest, a mix of guilt and a strange attraction. Before Eina could push away these conflicting thoughts, one of her colleagues approached her desk, interrupting her train of thought.

"Hey, Eina, are you okay? You seem a bit distracted today." her colleague said, with a curious expression.

Eina lifted her eyes from the document in front of her and tried to force a smile. "Ah, I'm fine. Just a little tired, I guess." Her colleague arched an eyebrow, clearly suspicious.

"Are you sure? It seems like there's something more on your mind. You know you can talk to me, right?" Eina nodded, grateful for her colleague's concern. However, she didn't feel ready to share her thoughts about Kunihito, especially because she herself was struggling to understand these conflicting feelings.

"I appreciate your concern, but it's just a busy day. I think I need to focus more on work." Eina replied, trying to deflect the topic.

Her colleague shrugged, seeming to understand. "Well, if you need to talk about anything, I'm here. Don't hesitate to reach out."

Eina genuinely smiled this time. "Thank you, I'll keep that in mind." As her colleague walked away, Eina turned her attention back to the documents on her desk, determined to regain her focus. She knew she had to deal with her own internal issues before sharing them with others.

As she immersed herself in her work again, Eina tried to push her thoughts about Kunihito to the background. There were still many uncertainties surrounding him, many unanswered questions. Eina knew she needed to explore those questions more deeply before allowing herself to be swayed by dangerous and exciting feelings.

(Eastern District)

The dense fog hung over the eastern territory of Orario, creating a mysterious and gloomy atmosphere. In that region, known for its reputation of danger and chaos, there was a man who both commanded admiration and fear: he was known only by his red hair, and as the ruthless leader of his troupe.

At the top of a hill, surrounded by his subordinates, a young boy who didn't seem to be older than 16 exuded a magnetic and menacing aura, capable of enveloping everyone around him. His piercing eyes reflected determination and a wisdom that only experience could bestow. His posture was upright and imposing, showcasing a dominant presence.

This man's name was Alexander, a young dwarf and Chief of the Underworld in the eastern part of Orario.

With a firm gesture, he raised his hand, instantly silencing any noise around him. The air grew heavy with anticipation as his followers awaited his words with devotion.

"My comrades, it is with regret that I find a flaw in our code of conduct." declared Alexander, his deep voice echoing through the valley. "We cannot forget our principles, even in the face of adversity."

His eyes narrowed and his expression turned serious as he continued, "I have received reports that some of you have attacked ordinary citizens who are just trying to repay their debts. This goes against everything we stand for."

A heavy silence hung over the troupe as each member lowered their head, ashamed of their lack of discipline.

Alex went on, his voice carrying unquestionable authority "We are not bandits. We are not lawless marauders. We are a disciplined army of warriors who uphold a code of ethics. I will not allow our reputation to be tarnished by such despicable acts." He paused for a moment, letting his words echo in the minds of his followers. Then, his expression softened slightly, revealing a glimpse of compassion in his gaze.

"Therefore, I will beat one of you to death." Alexander stated.

A chill ran down the spine of each member of the troupe as they swallowed hard and exchanged nervous glances.

Alexander observed his subordinates' reactions with a penetrating gaze, then pointed to one of them.

"You." he said.

One of the soldiers, a burly man with scars on his face, stepped forward, meeting Alexander's icy gaze. His eyes were determined, even though a trace of apprehension lingered on his face.

"I will accept this punishment, Chief." the soldier said with a firm and resolute voice. "I was one of those who acted recklessly, and it is fair that I bear the consequences of my actions."

Alexander nodded slowly, appreciating the soldier's courage in taking responsibility. He raised his hand, signaling that the punishment would be carried out.

The other members of the troupe stepped back, making room for the imminent confrontation. The soldier prepared himself, his posture tense and ready to face his leader in a deadly battle.

Alexander's eyes gleamed with a mix of coldness and admiration. He respected the man's courage but was also determined to reinforce discipline within his group.

The confrontation began, with swift and brutal strikes. Each movement was executed with skill and strength, while the audience watched in silence. The blows echoed through the valley, accompanied only by the sound of the combatant's labored breathing.

The soldier showed resistance and determination, fighting with all his might to stay on his feet. But inevitably, Alexander's skill and power began to prevail. His mastery of combat was evident, his movements fluid and precise.

The sound of bones breaking was undeniable as Alexander delivered a final, decisive blow to the soldier's head, knocking him unconscious to the ground.

At the top of the hill, enveloped in the dense fog, Alexander raised his blood-stained hand as his eyes burned with fierce determination. His followers, still impacted by the brutal scene they had just witnessed, awaited his words with a mix of fear and respect.

"My brothers and sisters in arms." he began, his voice resonating throughout the eastern territory of Orario. "Today, we witnessed a brutal lesson on the importance of discipline and loyalty on our path to supremacy."

He took a few steps forward, his boots echoing in the heavy silence that hung in the air.

"Orario is an unforgiving city, a place where only the strong survive and thrive. Our adversaries are numerous, and the competition is fierce. In this world, strength is the most valuable currency, the key to power and domination." Alexander raised his clenched fists, conveying the intensity of his words.

"Let us not deceive ourselves, my warriors. We are here to conquer, to subjugate. Orario is a prey destined to be assimilated in our quest for supremacy. There is no room for the weak or the hesitant." His red eyes glowed with an indomitable passion.

"We are the chosen ones, those who rise above the rest. In a cruel and merciless world, we are the storm that will sweep away any obstacle in our path. Let us advance without mercy, without hesitation, and claim what is rightfully ours!" A unified roar echoed across the hill, a mixture of enthusiasm and fervor.

Alexander's followers knew there was no turning back. They had committed themselves to follow this audacious leader, thirsty for power and determined to dominate Orario.

As the fog enveloped the group, Alexander proclaimed his final sentence with wild intensity. "We shall shape Orario to our will, and the world will tremble before our strength!" The troupe responded with a burst of applause and cheers, ready to march towards their uncertain destiny. The era of Alexander and his quest for supremacy had begun.

(Continue...)

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