A delicate balance 1.27 - ING. VERSIÓN

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Once Viggo and Tsubaki arrived at the house, they went to see Kain.

For his part, Kain was shocked to see the terrible burn on Tsubaki's palm. He talked about managing temperament, but never asked the reason for the injury. Tsubaki felt comfortable with this, as she didn't like to go around ventilating her things. If she wanted to talk it was fine, but otherwise, she preferred that people stay on the sidelines.

Of course, who did not stay on the sidelines was Tsubaki's mother, Mikoto, who disapplied such behavior of a professional blacksmith. By the way, she drops some comments about getting serious and starting a family like any decent woman would.

In the end, Tsubaki endured his mother for about 15 minutes and left the house in an upset state with his mother. Viggo followed her to ask when they would have the fight, but she only told him that she would let him know. Of course, Viggo knew Tsubaki well enough to know that at that time he should not pressure her. Although Tsubaki acted as if she didn't listen to Mikoto, inside she worried.

A week passed, Tsubaki messaged Viggo and the fight arrived on a Friday afternoon. At this time, Viggo waited for Tsubaki sitting on a large rock while the fog of the 10th floor surrounded him. He sharpened his ears just in case something came. Viggo was only so vigilant for the other adventurers, as just as the other time, they can attack him treacherously only to steal crumbs from him.

Suddenly, Viggo began to hear the rubbing with the arid earth and ringing of the wooden sandals. Orario was a multicultural nation, where only two ethnic groups remained attached to their customs. Some were the Amazons; to wear light and erotic clothes. And the others were the Orientals, who maintained their way of dressing and fitting. Of course, his aunt Mikoto and daughter Tsubaki were the same. Both wore kimonos and sandals.

So Viggo sensing that it might be Tsubaki, jumped off the rock and fell on the arid earth. Then he turned and investigated the thick fog. In the distance you could see white trees without leaves or fruit. Next to the thick fog they gave the impression of being a cursed forest. However, the fog was disturbed by a cinnamon-skinned woman. She moved forward wearing a white sleeveless kimono and a red hakama. She had black hair just like his eyes and moved forward with the gaze of a warrior.

Viggo smiled and said -I thought you had recanted-

-I would never retract in front of a brat- Tsubaki shouted as she moved forward -these five hundred years ahead if you think this is going to be easy-

-If it were easy, it would not have any thanks. You better fight with everything you have, I won't hold back either-

-And this is the respect you show me?- asked Tsubaki, stopping three meters from Viggo.

-What are you talking about?- asked Viggo without understanding

-Your weapon?-

-It's here- replied Viggo, he approached the rock on which he was sitting, took the handle of the axe that was leaning on the rock and lifted it up to show it.

Tsubaki frowned as she brought his left hand to the katana sheath was wearing on the left side of his waist -you're very confident- she replied.

-We'll see- said Viggo, putting on a serious face and looking at her sternly.

Tsubaki felt the sudden change in the air; the boy vanished and only the warrior who had been fighting all this time against himself and the adversity of the world remained.

-It seems that this will be more entertaining than it seems- replied Tsubaki, gesticulating a carnivorous smile and then running his tongue over his upper lip. She turned the katana cover and brought her right hand to the hilt. At no time did she look away from Viggo, who stood still waiting for his movement. Tsubaki noticed how Viggo's whole body emitted a fierce aura, like a beast looking at its prey. She wondered where her little troublemaker had been, and this person was born. Both, the Viggo she knew and the person in front of her, were two worlds apart. They looked the same, they spoke the same, but they were both two different people.

Tsubaki supported her right foot forward and in a quick jumped up to Viggo and threw a horizontal cut. However, out of her expectations, she just cut through the fog and then felt a terrible pressure in her stomach as she was sent flying through the air. Tsubaki opened his mouth and let out a breath of blood, at the same time feeling the weightlessness of falling and crashing to the ground.

For his part, Viggo didn't even flinch after punching her in the stomach. For a second, he was tempted to occupy the axe, but gave up and is now glad he did. As Tsubaki stood up, Viggo approached the rock and supported his axe again.

-Don't get arrogant brat- Tsubaki shouted as his voice echoed -just a stroke of luck doesn't mean you can stop using your axe-

However, different from the playful Viggo, this Viggo only rested the axe on the rock and turned to look at it with those stern eyes. Tsubaki herself was about six meters away, but she got the impression that Viggo's beautiful blue eyes had turned gray and cold. She felt a chill running down her back. However, his mother did not raise a coward. His mother might be an annoying woman who tells her every time she might get married, but she by no means falters as a teacher. Tsubaki owes it all to his mother and Kain, who was his father during her childhood. Under the tutelage of both, she had the happiest days of his life.

-Don't be arrogant- said Tsubaki, bending down to pick up his katana and then picking it up to aim at Viggo -that blow, I'll return it to you a hundred times-

Tsubaki ran with all her might and threw powerful attack one after another. However, Viggo looked like a ghost sliding through the fog and dodging the attack. Tsubaki put more strength, precision, and speed into his lunges, but nothing worked. Viggo seemed to predict every move and adapt to every moment.

An hour later, Tsubaki fell in surrender with her nose bleeding, her lips split and panting as if she had run a marathon.

-There's a big difference between us- Viggo said in a stern voice -I don't think it's a matter of technique. I can see my father behind your handling of the katana. However, you have been fighting the monsters of the dungeon for so long that you have lost all notion of danger. The best thing will be that you fight against the monsters that are born outside the dungeon. They have instinct, they have needs and they have experience. Very different from all the monsters that are born in the dungeon-

-I don't understand you- Tsubaki responds

-Fight against a monster born in the open and you will understand. Fight against one who has gone cold and hungry, and you will be able to feel their despair and their desire to live-

Tsubaki looked up and saw Viggo standing in front of her two meters away. He didn't even see her as a relative or as someone close. She was the enemy in Viggo's eyes, and an enemy is crushed until it cannot rise. At least, that's what she saw through his eyes. However, Viggo let out a sigh and try to gesticulate a smile. Then his eyes became kinder and went from cold grays to a much more vivid and candid blue.

Viggo walked to Tsubaki and stretched out his hand to her. She stared at him for a while, Viggo waved his hand as if insisting that she take it and so she did. Tsubaki put her hand on Viggo's hand, and she noticed it rough, hard, and strong. Then Viggo helped her stand up and she looked him in the eye. Viggo had returned to being the usual kind and troublesome child, with that tender and funny look, very different from the warrior just now.

-Were you all this time hunting?- Tsubaki ask

Viggo let go of his hand, put it to his cheek and scratched -you could say- he said -also training and being beaten daily. You said it was a rare thing to be proud of it, but after surviving my master's blows I have lost fear of pain-

Tsubaki let out a sigh and let go of his sword. Then she walked forward and hugged Viggo against her chest. She had been so unfair the other day, saying what she wanted. However, Viggo had grown, struggled, and was now showing him the results.

-You did it well, Viggo- Tsubaki whispered -you tried very hard and became a good man-

Viggo feeling the warm sensation of Tsubaki's body, relaxed, and hugged her. He closed his eyes and rested his face on the chest that so often gave him comfort.

-Thank you, Tsubaki- Viggo whispered

-Okay, you tried hard and it's right to recognize hard work-

After a couple of minutes, Viggo and Tsubaki separated and went to get their weapons. Once they collected their belongings, they began the return journey. On the other hand, only when they came out of the fog zone, Viggo noticed that Tsubaki's face had several bruises and he felt bad.

-I'm sorry- said Viggo -it seems that I was too severe-

-Don't worry, don't worry- Tsubaki said with a smile and in a good mood -if you had been softer than that you would have offended my warrior spirit. So, it's okay-

-If you say so-

-Aaah, shut up. If you are going to be a real man, do not apologize for what you do-

-Yes, yes, a real man- Viggo said, laughing.

Once they left the dungeon it was already seven o'clock in the afternoon, but the sun remained in the sky. At the same time, the square in front of the Tower of Babel was filling with adventurers; some who were going to enter the dungeon and others who came from the exit.

-Come to my house- said Tsubaki.

-Okay, I'll escort you to your house- Viggo replied -that's the least I can do for you-

In this way, Viggo and Tsubaki walked through the streets of Orario heading south until they reached the street that gave its name to the blacksmith district. Then they turned right into a corner and went on to buy some things to eat. Tsubaki passed by to see some small vegetable stalls and Viggo noticed that she spoke a slightly softer tone of voice than usual.

Every time Tsubaki bought something, she would pass the bag to Viggo for him to carry. On the other hand, Tsubaki took his right arm while resting his cheek on his shoulder. Viggo attributed it to Tsubaki being fond of him and thanks to his demonstration of growth she respected him. Which made him feel incredibly good. Tsubaki was like an older sister who always supported him and saved him from the worst situations. However, when they arrived at Tsubaki's house, she told him to wait in the dining room.

-Ok, you see your wounds heal- Viggo replied -I can't help you much, but at least I can clean the vegetables and stuff-

Tsubaki nodded and said -okay-

That way, Tsubaki was absent and Viggo began to clean the vegetables and place them in different types of containers. After he finished, he went to sit at the table and after twenty minutes, he fell asleep. An hour later, Viggo heard someone hum a soft melody and could smell the pleasant aroma of food. Then he raised his head as he scratched his eyes with his hand and looked towards the kitchen. If Viggo didn't know that Tsubaki and his Aunt Mikoto were fighting, he would have said that his Aunt Mikoto came to cook. However, noticing that the woman was wearing a black kimono with red flowers alluding to her name, he knew it was Tsubaki.

Viggo let out a yawn and walked to the kitchen.

Tsubaki looked back and said -that's almost it-

-Great, I'm very hungry-