Business - 688

All around, the commoners were staring in shock. This sort of behavior, by a noble to a noble, was completely unimaginable. It was hard to believe that it had even happened, despite it happening right in front of their faces.

A few older people in the crowd felt as though they had seen this before, though they couldn't remember exactly where.

Skymender left the market. Now, even if he didn't personally announce his return, people would still know.

A day or so later, a fat man sitting in an office heard the news and jumped up. "Lord Skymender. Have you returned?"

He too had grown, and was different than before, though surprisingly not by much.

He was currently in the process of undergoing training with his father, who hoped to have him inherit the business at some point. However, their morning exercises seemed to have no effect on his body. In fact, he seemed a bit bigger than before.

His father didn't even call him by his name. When he walked, he was called an earthquake. When he ran, his father called him a train. When he sat, his father acted as though a meteor had struck the earth. When he simply existed, he was still called Fatty.

Regardless, he was excited to hear that Skymender was back. Back then, he had been scared and timid, but after so long, he looked back on then as if it was his glory days, and he would never experience another. 

Elsewhere, Duchess Vass told her daughter the news. She too was excited to hear about Skymender's return. Despite so long passing, she had never forgotten about him. She finally admitted to herself that she had fallen in love, and was eagerly waiting to see Skymender again.

In another location, the Grayn family simply shook their heads at their son, who was now a grown man. It had been different the last time, as it had been a child beating up a child, but this time, it was a child beating up an adult. They were too ashamed to pursue any sort of action against Skymender.

Skymender sat in his room, thinking. He was no longer completely considered a child, and was wondering how he could consolidate his status in the Imperial Capital. He could go the route he had when he was younger, putting someone in danger and saving them, but that seemed as if it would lead to him getting exposed.

He could display his abilities, like he had at the noble gathering, but that was a bit away and he did not feel the need to wait.

After numerous thoughts, Skymender wanted to create a business. This time, it would have to be legitimate. The Emperor could let him being Skygod slide as it was in Sky city, not even a royal capital, but if he tried in the Imperial Capital, he would instantly be taken down. Regardless, he did not have the confidence to take on a Sword Master at the moment. Even the weakest one could cause a life and death situation.

Instead, he would start a legitimate business.

As for how he would do that, he knew exactly where to go. He traveled into the wealthy commoner area and found a house he had visited before. Without being stopped, he knocked on the door. 

The door opened, and a familiar looking large, strong man opened the door. He recognized him.

"Mr. Skymender. Are you here for the walking mountain?"

Skymender nodded. "Is Fatty here right now?"

The man shook his head. "He actually went out looking for you after hearing that you kicked a noble."

Skymender thanked him for his time and began a search. He didn't need to go far. In the same marketplace, he found a fat man, nearly reaching adulthood, walking around. Everyone moved out of the way for him, as anyone that didn't would be sent to the hospital.

His mass had reached an impressive level, even for his size. It was as if his body actually contained a bit of muscle under the fat.

Skymender wasn't sure what to make of him.

Skymender turned a corner and stood in front of him.

The Fatty didn't notice him and continued walking. He eventually came so close that it looked as though he would crush Skymender.

Skymender's eyes narrowed in focus as he leaped forward, performing a flying kick. Even using all of his strength, he was only barely able to knock the Fatty down. He was simply too big.

The Fatty, now on his back, rolled around in surprise.

"What did I hit this time?" 

Using an advanced technique, he rolled back onto his legs.

Looking around, he spotted Skymender, who was breathing heavily.

His eyes brightened. "Lord Skymender!"

Skymender looked at him with less than happiness. "Screw that. If you want to talk to me again, you better cut off some of that fat. You can't even see below you."

With that, he stormed off. 

The Fatty was stunned. He had not expected their reunion to conclude so quickly.

Taking a look at himself, he was indeed excessively large. In fact, he was literally known as the biggest person in the Imperial Capital, though only horizontally.

He sighed. Most of the fat on him was actually excess that he could lose, but had taken pride in it. Seeing Skymender walk off, he decided it was time to return to his peak. He would still be fat, very fat, but he wouldn't look like a walking pumpkin. Though he wouldn't be able to see his toes, seeing the ground a few feet ahead would be possible.

With determination, he made his way to a nearby training area.

Skymender returned to the Fatty's house. Come to think of it, the Fatty probably couldn't help him much anyways.

His father was much more likely to be useful. The Fatty's father was surprised to see Skymender again, but welcomed him inside. Skymender explained his idea of starting a business.

Finally, Fatty's father spoke. "Well first off, what are you going to sell?"