Revenge without guilt
Fig lay on the ground, seeing the clear sky for 2 hours. His mind was empty as he glanced at the body. He then stood up and buried the body in the ground using an earth spell.
"Guilt, ah," he deep breathed. "Never mind, I should just go and meet my master," he then traveled back home.
He then saw that his master was waiting for him at the door.
"Master, I completed my task," he said, with dark circles under his eyes, messy hair, and dirt on his clothes.
"Good, go take a rest; no more tasks for today," Fig then went to sleep. The next day, he woke up and was fine. He did all his tasks, and like that, another two years passed by.
Fig, one day searching for food near a big mountain, saw a cave. Thinking it would be best to rest there, he walked near it.
Entering the cave, it was hollow. He walked deeper and saw there was a table and chairs made of stone, along with one bed. But then he glanced to the side; there were many cooking tools laying on the ground made of dragon bone. He took a colander in hand but then saw his name, 'Fig', carved into it. The colander slipped from his hand.
He clenched his jaw, flushed face, and throbbing veins in his neck. Lowering his eyebrows, it was like he would collapse the whole cave from his rage, but he calmed himself, thinking, "Calm down, Fig. Calm down; it's no use destroying this cave." He slammed his fist on the table, breaking it into pieces, then beat his head against the wall.
With heavy breaths, he sat on the chair. "Found him. I will kill him," he said, his eyes turning red. He thought, "Let you come home; you won't be alive after today," while remembering an old scene.
He still didn't believe that all the dragon bones his tribe had collected were made into kitchen tools. The murderer who killed his family almost a decade ago would be in front of him. He knew, after seeing the cave, that he was living there, so he waited for him.
Four hours passed. Fig cooled down heard footsteps.
"Did any guest come?" a deep voice asked.monster with red skin, strong muscles, and a large scar on his chest, like he had been deeply wounded before.
"Welcome home, mister," Fig shouted, sitting cross-legged on the chair, his voice mocking.
The man saw Fig and stated, "I don't remember inviting a human to my home. Who are you?" After saying this, he sat in the chair right in front of Fig and made eye contact with him.
"I am your death," Fig replied, releasing his killing intent and giving a death stare.
"My death? Hahaha, you're quite funny," the man took a pause and then spoke, "Kill me then," pointing his finger at his neck.
"I will, but first tell me the reason why you killed my family."
"Hey, I don't remember which family you're talking about," the man put his hand on his chin.
"Regoblin tribe."
After hearing this, the murderer panicked, as if painful flashbacks had hit him.
"How can I forget that night? It was because of it that I lost everything ,my powers, my whole family gave up on me just because I became weak, and even my clan abandoned me," he bit his lip, swallowed constantly, and held his breath.
"Stop!" Fig shouted in a loud voice, then demanded, "I am not here to listen to your backstory; give me the reason why you murdered them."
"Just so I could make tools for my cooking."
After hearing this, Fig couldn't control his anger and chanted his spell, "Wind Cutsa!" forming 35 blades in the air. He shoots the spell, which then cut the murderer's body into small pieces.
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Wind Cutsa is a mid-level wind spell in which the air is compressed into a blade shape. The more control over the wind, the sharper it is, and it can cover small distances in just milliseconds.
A normal magician can form at least 12 blades at a time; the stronger the magician, the more blades they can form.
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Blood scattered throughout the cave. Fig, from head to toe, was soaked in blood.
He didn't feel anything, neither the satisfaction of revenge nor the guilt of killing.
He then put all the cooking tools in his inv space, picked up a book full of cooking recipes, and walked back home.
Stepping into the hall, his master was shocked to see him covered in blood and asked, "What did you slaughter, and why is your expression that low?"
"Nothing, master, just avenged my family,"he replied while using water magic to clean himself.
"Wow, now that revenge is complete, we shall focus on extreme spells," his face bland. He then continued his work.
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Extreme spells, basically the spells that require strong control over emotions.
The one who learns that type of spell should be able to control his emotions; if, while learning, he is not able to control them, the magician will go crazy, lose all his senses, and become a brainless monster.
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And another year has gone in the blink of an eye. Fig, now 15 years old, completed his daily tasks, just finished his food, and was chilling when the master spoke a word.
"Fig, today is my last day with you."
