Chapter 7- Helping Cole Lage

SACRED REVOLUTION

Chapter 7- Helping Cole Lage

Author: Ede David

"Sir, I heard that fatty Zhen won't be participating in the Northern Region Trial." Zernon looked at Lage.

Lage, sensing his gaze, instinctively moved his face elsewhere, while answering, "Yes, it's a real problem and that my second brother is being a real bastard."

Although he dreaded Zernon, he still accepted him as part of the family because of the latter's strong code of friendships and relationships, so he openly told him plus, Zernon had already witnessed

the internal strife in the clan.

"I have a way I can help you," Zernon's response caused Lage's expression to change dramatically.

In an exaggerated fashion, Lage let go of fatty Zhen's ear and pulled forward "How? How?"

But then he realized that he was too close to this pyscho, so he moved backwards cautiously.

Unaware of this, Zernon confidently replied "I heard that your nephew is participating in the trial and have wanted to kill Fatty Zhen on many occasions, so how about this, I am going to participate too and I can help to kill him for you."

Lage stayed silent and just dreadfully gazed at Zernon.

Although he had some dislikes for his nephew because of his brother, he hadn't really thought of killing

him to get rid of his problem.

That was just insane!!!

"...Do you know why my nephew has always stood before my son?" Lage asked after a while.

"I don't care why he is doing it, all I know that he tried hurting my brother and so, deserves to die."

Zernon gave a simple reply, this was his code.

"Just keep quiet." Lage frowned, that his nephew was still his own son in some sense.

But he felt quite relieved that his son had such a friend, it was just as his wife had said, even though this boy had some real psychological problems, he was someone who valued friendship a lot.

This kind of person was very rare in this Hunter Village.

" *sigh* I knew you wouldn't agree, but I can always do it whether you agree or not… okay the second plan is that we train this fatty." Zernon looked disappointed.

"Train what? train this fatty? This useless boy, you think I haven't tried, this fatty can't even jump five inches!" Lage seemed to remember his frustrations and dragged the fatty's ear.

"Owww!…"

Fatty Zhen let out a mournful shriek as he gazed at Zernon with an aggrieved face.

"We can train him in other things, of the Six Hunting Styles, you have the surface advantage, with his fat flesh, he should be able to parry and absorb some attacks, flashstep is out of the picture and so is

flowing wind, then beast imitation can be possible depending on the beast he wishes to imitate."

"Like the elephant!" Lage's eyes sparkled with understanding.

"Then finally we have stance and reaction," Zernon slowly explained. "So it means if we want to train this fatty to at least decent strength, we can rush him in practicing Elephant moves, surface advantage and

even knife throwing."

"Yes, yes, why haven't I thought of this?" Lage's body shook with the current of hope, finally seeing a way to make this his useless son amount to something.

"Because your clan specializes in flashstep and sword and immediately, your son fails in them and you conclude that he is hopeless."

"Stop, Zernon, I don't like where you are going with this!!!" Fatty Zhen's expression turned sour as he glared at Zernon.

This bastard wanted him to start training!!!

"I see, but our clan lacks any of these techniques, where would we get them from?" Lage frowned.

"Yes, we are planning to send representatives to buy Body Cleansing Pills for our juniors going to

participate in the trial" Lage finally remembered.

"But the cost of such techniques will be too expensive, so let's just forget about it." Fatty Zhen interjected quickly, afraid that they might actually carry through with the plan.

Lage shot his son a furious glare but said nothing, he too knew the cost of those scrolls will be too

expensive, even very expensive for a hunter king clan leader like him.

Zernon mused to himself, this Fatty Zhen's clan is definitely way more stronger than that Wrenlow clan or even his own Denver Clan, but they still worried about the prize.

That just showed how expensive and rare those techniques like this.

"…See what we can do, the trial starts in six months and preparations need to be made quickly, have Fatty Zhen follow me and we will search for a wild elephant and try observing it, while I will teach him

throwing knife skills." Zernon gave a solution.

"Nooo!" Fatty Zhen felt like crying.

"…Good idea, but I have to ask his mother first." Lage seemed to contemplate about leaving his only son with this psychopath but he finally agreed and rushed to meet his wife.

If there was even a slim chance that this his good-for-nothing son could become even slightly useful, then he will desperately take it.

"No! Damn you, Zernon!" Fatty Zhen rushed towards Zernon while the latter flashstepped away.

"Motherf**ker!" Fatty Zhen grinded his teeth in frustration.

…

Back at the base, Midoriya lodged in his room.

As he stood inside, he frowned in displeasure, although the room wasn't too dirty, it still had some cobwebs and stains littered in some places.

He went outside the room and brought a long broom.

He then leaned it against the wall and removed his upperwear.

His slim petite body didn't have any excess albs or muscles, he had a normal physique but was most frightening was numerous short knifes strapped to his body.

There were up to twenty strapped around his chest and back and they all had the same design, the sheathe was black with golden snake engravings.

For someone to still feel comfortable even when strapped with so many knives, just showed how used he was, to this kind of thing.

He removed them gently and began cleaning up.

He will shift the table, then re-shift it, after looking at it for some while, he will shift it back.

He was persistently trying to look for the right angle of positioning for the table, the same thing with the bed.

Satisfied at the current spotless look of the room, he went into another room and took his bathe.

He saw food on the stool and before he ate, he sniffed it instinctively.

This was a common habit that was engraved in his whole being and soul, he did this to check for the existence of poison.

Sure they were poisons which were odorless, but those kind of poisons were very rare.

Taniyah busted in and saw him smelling the food and couldn't help but frown in annoyance. "Do you

think I would want to poison you?"

"No, no, no, it's just a habit, I do it with everything, I even smell the water I use to bathe, okay!" Midoriya hurriedly explained, after all, what he did was quite rude.

"Hmph, well I am going out to go buy some new clothes." Taniyah said curtly.

"New clothes? Why do you girls stress about this kind of things?" Midoriya helplessly shook his head.

Taniyah was silent for a while before answering: "I just like buying new, fancy clothes for the attention."

"What?"

Unaware that his simple confusion would result in a deep reply, "You see, I used to have a very peaceful family but I was born with an inferiority complex, somewhere deep inside of me, I would feel that others

were better than me and my peers all had big dreams while I had none,"

Midoriya was stunned before realizing that she was actually revealing her backstory.

How did you reach this point?!

"In Hunter Village, a girl is respected by two things, her beauty and prowess, as of then, I failed in both aspects and so I was left out,"

"My cousin, fellow clan members were all beautiful but I was like this, they were more talented but I barely matched up to them, I felt below them as all the attention was placed on them and I was instantly

forgotten, my parents favored my sister more… I just felt abandoned."

"Then one day, my father married another wife and instantly forgot about my mother and sister and paid all attention to his second wife, whenever he will see me, he would compare me with others and

will insult me. Or he wouldn't talk to me at all, and just ignore me."

"I hate being compared with the most, why should one compare me with another? did I come in the world with them? even if we are twins, at least one of us came before the other… so why will you want to compare me with someone because that person looks more flashy and I look more dull?...

Argh!"

"My mother, upon her husband's rejection, started becoming more gloomy and bitter and will also insult me and compare me with others,"

"Things like 'Don't you see Mister A's daughter, look at the rank she just acquired, and look at you' 'See your sister, she is getting married with that hotshot, what about you?' all these thing really bugged me out, and is still bugging me out, so I look for ways to remind myself that I am not useless or unworthy."

"So every time I wear new, flashy clothes and people turn to look at me, any time I become the center of attraction… I feel happy and important." Taniyah had a somber face before she flashed a dazzling smile and then flashstepped away.

"See ya."