Chapter 9 - Genno Mandenno

When they woke up Rofta had a terrible headache and looked like he wanted to eat Marc alive. As for Marc, his body ached all over because he repelled himself and it couldn't wasn't strong enough to take the recoil.

"Arg, my body hurts like I have been run over by a truck!" Exclaimed Marc while massaging his hurting body.

"Truck? What's that?" After hearing a new word, Rofta got curious and asked about it.

"Eh? Ah, it's like a big horse carriage, but drives without the need of a horse!" After once again realizing his slip of the tongue, Marc tried to tell Rofta what it is.

"Ha? Then how does it drive without a horse, does it use magic?" Rofta wanted to know more about how a truck operates.

"No, it uses something called gasoline, but don't ask me how it's made because I don't know…" Marc said, finishing his explanation.

"Sigh, I really wanted to know. This truck thing might help my village greatly for those who can't use magic." Rofta said with a sullen expression.

Trying to cheer Rofta up Marc said "Don't worry so much about it." While clapping his shoulder. Rofta's mood instantly got better, but that was until Marc threw shit in his face. "But I won our duel before. You fainted first after all!" Marc said with a big teasing grin on his face that Rofta wanted to punch a million times right now.

"Grrr, you hear me dwarf, next time I will win for sure!" Rofta knew he lost, but he swore to beat this fucker next time so he won't have that annoying smug expression afterward.

"Nah you won't. Loser!" Marc played high and mighty by pushing his chest out and the chin upward trying to look down on Rofta, but because of the height difference, it really didn't work out. He threw salt in the wound by calling him a loser as a finisher.

Rofta's eyes suddenly looked dangerous before he said "You should really learn to keep your mouth shut." Before he stood up and walked up to the immobile Marc, whose body is still hurting, and picked him up by the collar.

"Hey, what are you doing, loser.? Can't you take a loss like a man?" Despite being lifted in the collar, Marc still got a few jabs in on Rofta where it hurt but he didn't say anything because he now knows he can't defeat Marc's mouth. So he hangs Marc in a tree, just like decorating a Christmas before he walked away.

He walked away with a big smile satisfied after hearing Marc screaming. Then he sat down a distance away so he could still hear Marc's misery.

"Hey, you big meatloaf, take me down right now or you will regret it when I'm able to move again!" Marc yelled with a commanding tone.

"You damn titan if you don't take-"

"Take me down or-"

"You will regret this if you-"

"I'm going to tell your mother you are bulling kids!"

After yelling non-stop for two hours…

"Please take me down, I'm hungry!!"

*Growl*

"I'm begging you Rofta, please take me down and give me some food."

After hearing that Rofta came back while eating apples with a provoking look and saying "So are you going to be a nice kid from now on?"

"Yes, I will do anything you say if you take me down mighty King Rofta," Marc answered, bootlicking and saying all the stuff Rofta wanted to hear, but internally he thought different. "For now I will do what he says, later I will lead a rebellion to take down this evil king".

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After a few days of rest, Marc and Rofta decided to journey together by walking South-West, near the other little mountain range. Naturally, it's Rofta who gives directions after experiencing first-hand how terrible Marc's sense of direction is.

(A/N: Location here.)

They met a few other people on the way, most of them were friendly people who thought Marc was Rofta's son. Although Marc doesn't have problems with his height, he does have a problem being mistaken as Rofta's son.

"Who the fuck wants to be this ugly mucks son?" He thought with a typical angry anime mark on the side of his forehead. And the worst thing was when Rofta padded his head and said "Yes, he's my little boy".

Rofta was immediately sent flying after Marc touched his stomach, terrifying the people they met. "Who are you calling your son, you damn Bigfoot!?" Then they began brawling again which was beginning to be an everyday occurrence.

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After days of traveling on foot, they finally reached their destination, though they got here slower because a certain somebody wanted to prove he can use a map too.

When they saw the city they both were in awe. It was simply magnificent. There was cut out stones everywhere. Even the houses were made out of giant carved stone making them hollow so they can live inside them. Every stone was rectangular or square-shaped like it has been molded.

After Marc and Rofta absentmindedly looked at this magnificent view, a late-middle-aged man in knight armor and a lance in his hand walked up to them and asked "So do you young-ins like the view?"

They both nodded furiously before both of them understood someone is beside them. They both turned their heads to the right and said simultaneously and rudely "Who are you old man?" With question marks all over their faces.

"Sigh, you young-ins are so rude these days! I'm Genno Mandenno and I'm not old yet! I still have a few years going before I'm old and I'm one of the head guards of this city." The middle-aged man in knight amour presented himself with pride while stomping the lance on the ground.

x2 "Whatever you say, old man…" Both Marc and Rofta disregarded the knight before they once again looked at the view of the city.

"These young-ins…they are definitely something else." The knight called Genno Mandenno thought before trying to get their attention again. "So what business do you have in Maquarry?"

Marc was the one who answered "Nothing particular old man…" while still enjoying the stony city.

"Would you please stop calling me old man?" Genno wanted Marc to stop calling him that.

"Sure…Old man" Marc agreed, but after a slight pause still called him 'old man'.

"Sigh, then who are you young-ins?" Genno gave up stopping Marc, he has a lot of experience with people, and his gut is telling him that Marc's the type to always do the opposite of what he's being told.

"I'm Marc Doyer, 15 years old. But why do you call us both 'young-ins' when he's obviously not young?" Marc saw the opportunity to poke fun at Rofta's appearance.

"Hm? Was I wrong, I thought you both were in your teenage years?" Genno wanted a confirmation of his observation. He has been guarding Maquarry for many years and has somewhat developed a hobby to observe and guess people's age.

Marc and Rofta were greatly surprised by the old man's deduction, and they wanted to know how he came to that conclusion. "No we are both 15, but how did you know? Both of us definitely don't look our real age no matter how you look at it! By the way, I'm Rofta."

"Well for little Marc young-in, he does surely look like a 10-year-old young-in, but if you look closer at his arms, he has too much muscle that kids around that age can't develop," Genno explained his deduction of Marc, while Marc nodded in approval and began flexing his arms like a bodybuilder.

"As for you Rofta young-in, although your body is really developed, your face still has a little baby-fat left which says you are younger than you actually look." Stated Genno with a serious expression like an old professor has.

"Hahahaha, baby-fat? Hahaha" Marc who was still flexing suddenly stopped after hearing Genno, then he broke out in a fit of laughter while rolling on the ground.

"Grrr, Marc shut the fuck up! And you, I don't have any baby-fat, you hear me?" Rofta yelled at Marc before grabbing Genno by the armor while shaking him.

"Rofta young-in please be careful of this frail old man!" Genno told Rofta.

"But you said you weren't old yet?" Rofta asked with a confused expression while still holding the 180 cm high knight by the armor, towering over him with his own 210 cm.

"I'm not, but you will speed up my aging if you shake me up too much. I will get grey hair. And it's no shame having baby-fat when you are 15?" Genno wanted to know why Rofta acted like this.

"Look at this little dwarf bastard who's laughing his ass off now because of what you just said, damn geezer. Now he will tease me for days... Give me some compensation!" Rofta made Genno look at Marc who had tears in his eyes while laughing like a dumbass on the ground.

"Hahahahaha"

Then Rofta began shaking Genno again demanding compensation while looking like a thug robbing an old man. Other knights were about to help him out, but Genno waved them off before they could do anything.

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(A/N: Happy New Year.)

(A/N: This will be the start of the first arc where Marc, Rofta, and Genno will have to step forward and fight. Hope you will like it.)

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