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Leaving the goddess to herself, he began to survey the surrounding landscape in search for a quiet place to rest. He wasn't quite accustomed to the world and obviously the half a day he did spend here did not help a single bit. Adding the fact that the majority of it as spent sleeping, he was pretty disappointed with himself.

Back in the Isles he silently took pride in being a quick learner as that's the only thing that he had going for him, but the vibrant green grass was a stark contrast to the dull and brown almost greyish thing that the Isles called grass. The now bright blue sky that was previously a beautiful orangish red put anything he saw in his homeland to shame. The trees bustling with life, birds chirping, and the cool breeze passing by. Everything.

It was just so different than what he was used to. Clearly, he hadn't thought that the promise land wouldn't be much different than his, but he was proven severely wrong.

Not that he didn't like that, no of course not. It was much more beautiful than he could ever imagine. If he had to choose between the two places, he would choose this world 100% if his people were there too.

If only everyone else could see this too...

Even the "rivals" that he had. Although, he had always ignored them because of the nonsense they constantly spouted and their plans to "bring him down one day." Maybe that's why they hated his guts so much was because he never paid them any mind. Not that it really mattered anyways. It was one-way rivalry.

With all of this fantastic scenery, he couldn't help but to feel as if he didn't belong in such a place. As if he didn't deserve to be in such a place while everyone he knew was in a wasteland of a planet or world or realm, he didn't know what exactly it really was. But what he did know was that, the two places were like heaven and Earth.

The dull and dark colors of his world made it seem like it was some sort of dying planet, but it felt natural which confused him. Was it created like that? Was it supposed to be a replica of this world or some other obscure place?

Amidst his conjurings, he never noticed the nauseating feeling that had invaded his body just a few moments prior decrease by a significant amount. Especially during his brief talk with the mistresses, although he himself didn't notice that small detail because his head was quite preoccupied at the moment.

A loud "HEY, YOU!" Snapped him out of his thoughts as Percy turned his attention to a group of four girls. They were in a "V" like formation with the rude blonde girl from last night was in front seemingly the leader of the crew, a slightly darker blonde to her right, and two black haired girls to her left.

The rude one stepped toward him with her arms crossed glaring daggers at him. "What are you doing wandering around like a lost puppy for? Don't you have something to do?" she said in a snotty matter.

"Tsk. Why did mistress allow this male to join the Hunt, we don't need someone like him," the other blonde whispered with a hum of agreement coming from the black haired girl opposite to her.

"I noticed this before but. Wow. What kind of mist is this? It's quite fitting... For someone like you. Need to hide it because you're so ugly, huh? Piece of filth," She leaned forwards, her index and thumb on her chin, her eyes moving up and down his face like she was sizing him up. She was inspect the thing that was surrounding his face and was basically a censor that blurred his facial features. As she brought her hand up intending to feel it or try to, he moved his head backwards to avoid it but also ended up stumbling backwards due to being lightheaded.

Seeing this, she was slightly surprised and faintly smiled at him. "Did I scare you or something? Scared of little old me? That can't be right... Right?" she taunted.

After a moment of silence, she wore a slightly irritated expression. "Hey. Male. You're reeeeaalllly ticking me off with this silence of yours. Are you mute? Or do you want me to shoot your fucking throat right now," she said drawing her bow with the tip of the arrow pointed straight at his throat.

At this point, Percy didn't want to deal with this man-hating child of a girl she was. He was kind of expecting this sort of behavior from what he's seen or far, but this was beyond his expectations. Although he didn't want his first interaction with them to be like this, there was nothing he could do about the situation.

"So, what would you like me to say then?" he asked, staring at her with a bored-like expression.

This made her livid as drove the tip of the arrow into this throat a little causing some blood to drip. If there was the slimmest chance that the girls would just leave without doing anything to him, it might as well be nonexistent at this point.

"How dare you talk to me with your filthy mouth, male. One more thing out of your mouth and I will shoot your throat now."

"Those are some contradicting words you're saying little lass. But unfortunately, I cannot comply with your murderous intentions as that would prevent me from doing my mission. What I can do is leave right now and forget about everything that happened. And in my opinion, it would be highly beneficial for both parties," he said while grabbing the drawn arrow, prompting her to fire. Which was exactly what she did, her hands letting go of the bowstring. The arrow would pierce his esophagus, creating a gaping hole that you were able to see through, and his final moments would be squirming on the ground, grabbing at his throat, helpless. Is what she thought was going to happen.

What actually happened is that when she was about to release the bowstring, Percy snapped the arrow in half with his bare hand stopping the momentum. Fragments of the arrow flew out in random directions. He was unaffected by them, but the girl had a few scratches on her face.

It happened so fast that the other girls didn't have anytime to draw their bows. In the blink of an eye, the blonde was on the ground, clutching her right arm, mystified about what just happened.

"Stop! Don't move, male," one of the girls shouted. By this point, the all of the other girls had their bows trained on Percy and were ready to shoot at any moment. "Move a muscle and you're dead." He was now surrounded by 7 other girls that were not part of the group originally.

Despite this, he didn't feel like they could really do anything to hurt him, much less threaten him. He was a guardian, someone meant to defend, so even if they decided to shoot he was positive that he could hold his own. He also noted that even though the "Hunt" seemed to be an archery group, these girls sure had terrible postures. Percy was no expert in archery and in fact has never even touched a bow before one magically appeared next to him when he was summoned. This in itself was quite strange to give a swordsman a bow, he thought. He didn't question it though if it was the will of the ancestor (the first guardian) then so be it. He didn't dwell on the skills of this archery group, only keeping in mind that they were far worse compared to his mother when he watched her practice.

Keeping this in mind, he decided to promptly ignore them. The only thing he felt was annoyance towards these newcomers that decided to join this "welcome party."

"Your arm is injured," Percy stated to the blonde, "I could help you, but I'm sure you wouldn't be too keen about that. So, I suggest you see a doctor sometime soon if you want to continue shooting a bow."

"What are you talking about, you damn male," she said, her tone slightly less harsher than before.

"Looking at your condition it seems to have been going on for about half a year. Your arm convulses in pain every two-ish weeks, and it feels as though your muscles are crushing each other. During that time, you shouldn't have used your arm, but you did anyways. At first, it only happened every month or so but because you kept using your arm it's been occurring more frequently, correct?"

Clearly astonished by his very accurate analysis, she stammered, "H- How did you know?"

"A guardian is not just for show you know. It requires me to protect you from any harm, which includes any physical and/or mental problems my contractee has," he replied in a matter-of-fact manner while rolling his eyes as if it were common knowledge.

His eyes glossed over the now semi-confused group of girls as they stared between him and the blonde. One, snapping out very quickly, went to check if the blonde was alright or not. "Are you alright? Is what he said true? What if you were kicked out? Why didn't you tell us about it?" She tried her very best to whisper, but you can clearly hear the anxiousness and concern in her voice.

"Ugh. Why are you asking so many questions," she averted her eyes and was silent for a moment. "But yes. I just- didn't want to be dead weight."

"Couldn't this easily be fixed using nectar though?" she asked, pulling out a small jug and cup out of thin air. She poured a small amount into the cup and handed it to her. "Here."

"You know I alread-"

"Drink it."

"I already-"

"Just drink it already."

The blonde let out a sigh, knowing it was pointless to argue with the very stubborn person in front of her much less everyone else, and the fact that the nectar wouldn't do anything about the immense pain in her arm.

She was surrounded by many eyes of anticipation waiting for her to recover on the spot.

"Well?" asked the grey eyed girl.

"It doesn't work."

Frowning, she said, "It should've..."

"I tried to tell you earlier but you cut me off."

"Well, have you thought of seeing-"

The blonde interrupted saying, "There's no point. If nectar doesn't work then what's she going to do about it."

The gray-eyed girl opened her mouth to say something but said nothing after thinking about it. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted a male blatantly trying walk away.

"Where do you think you're going, male?" She instinctively drew her bow at him threatening to shoot.

Hearing her shout, Percy glanced back to look at her then at her bow, and continued to walk away as if it wasn't worth his time. To him, it really was not worth dealing with these kids with a massive superiority complex. Although they seemed to be a few years younger than him, they certainly did not act that way. Right now, he could be doing his assigned tasks right and "fulfill" his job as a "guardian" then deal with these girls. Honestly, Percy didn't even know what he should be doing right now besides listen to the mistress. There was not much he could do about it since he wasn't told what to do at all after he was summoned except to faithfully protect his master. It really was much different than what he thought it would be like.

He felt a movement in the air causing him to move his hand up to catch a kick aimed at his head. Turning his head, Percy stared back at all the girls surrounding him and asked, "Do you all really need to do this?"

After confirming that they had no intention of backing down, he let out a little sigh while equipping himself with the sheath of his sword.

"Pfft. What are you going to do with that?" one of the girls called out to him.

Percy smiled. "You will see," he replied as the group of girls charged at him from all directions.

You have no idea who you're up against.

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