He looked at me, non-understanding how I could possibly appear in front of him and he couldn't grasp the reason why the big fish face ran back into the sea while there was such a perfect opportunity to eat an old man.
Hah! Who tells me I am an old man? Just a bit rusty, bored, untrained and a millenium old, but I mean who isn't? I was locked inside that white sphere for just TWO WEEKS, but when you can't do anything in there and time flies by so slowly that you don't even notice it passing, life gets boring as hell.
Oh yeah, right. I need to construct hell for the souls that were not nice and stuff like that. Although the Demon realm seems like that, hell is completely different where everybody is tortured and burnt by the flames down there, while the Demon realm is more like a spa and kingdom for the devils where they can relax, as nobody had ever entered the Demon realm, except, well, demons.
But now I have to look out for my new friend in front of me, who seems to struggle with the fact that he was just about to die, eaten by a fish man, not able to do anything. I looked at him while he seemed to struggle while wanting to ask something from me. But hey, who cares? After waiting for over a minute for him to ask, I started walking away, but then he finally came back to his senses and struggled out of the shiny sand onto his wobbly knees and struggled behind me.
He shouted out with a meek voice: "Hey, old man! Wait up a second. Can I ask you a question?"
I slowly turned around and with narrowed eyes and a dangerous look in my eyes, I looked at him while saying: Who are you calling old here?! And don't you already asked me a question?"
In my mind I triumphed as I had always wanted to bring out that sentence, but on the outside, I let my mysterious and dangerous look shine down upon him.
He squirmed but still pressed out the question: Who are you? And why are you here so suddenly? I was about to be eaten by that thing?"
"Hmm.... So you would rather be eaten by that sashimi roll instead of being saved by the *old man*, huh? About who I am, it is no matter of yours. But, I will tell you why I am here. Have you ever heard of vacation?" The last part was asked with sarcasm and it nearly dripped with it.
However the most valuable thing about this conversation, was the face of him, showing his incredulity.
Shortly after I found my way to the highest place on the island to sun a bit and get some tan, but my way got interrupted by beasts who looked down on me. Me, their creator!!! But whatever, they were quickly disposed of and when I reached the top, the man from before came up to me and pestered me like an annoying fly. "Wow, how did you do this? Can I be so strong as well? Come on teach me, pleeeeeaaaase?!"
I got more and more annoyed and in the end, I pierced the silence in the atmosphere with a groan of despair!!! I wanted to relax and the first thing that happens, is that a stupid man turns up and pesters me. Bah! I had enough.
"Dude! Come here. I will show you something how you can increase your strength." While he walked over to me, I had to turn away to hide my evil grin. "So, you want to be stronger, huh? Well that's easy peasy. I will tell you your daily plan and until you finish it, you are not allowed to speak with me, is that understood?"
He stood at attention and waited for me to tell him. But when I told him, he nearly fell unconsciouss, because of the damned exercises that I narrated him.
"Firstly, You will do 500 sit-ups a day although it will increase by 50 every day. Secondly, you will train your body until it aches everywhere. And then thirdly, you will meditate the whole night, without sleeping or even thinking about resting. This you will continue every day. Oh and by the way, get rid of that Al Capone stuff. It's not good for you. Although you might seem to differ with me, I have various reasons to believe that there are multiple more legacies out there." He once again looked at me and seemed to not believe me about the Al Capone legacy, but well, not my business to meddle with. He still looked at me with twisted feelings, but then I seemed to give him reason to believe him. "Go Go Go! What are you still standing around here? What's your name by the way?" I surely could have analyzed him, but that would be rude against his privacy.
Just as he was about to run along to find a nice training place, he looked back and shouted: "I am Julius ..." and then a certain person came into my mind from history classes back in my old life in school. There was him!!! And if it really was him, I had to win him over by all means, because I could question him about the cycle of reincarnation. "Julius .... Julius Caesar"