what benefits insanity entails.

There was a certain sense of pride inside him.

Although he was given such a powerful reason by his younger self.

It was still him,in a way, the one who lifted him up was himself.

Arthur:"Time to meet up with Selera then."

Also time for some lootin I'd say!

Arthur:"Why are you talking in that accent?"

I'll talk however i want! Cry baby!

Arthur:".....fine, I'll let you get away with it for now,think of it as.....a reward."

Within a beat he responded to Arthur's sentence.

Yes~ definitely~,it isn't like you're running away from me now is it?~

Arthur scoffed in a timid manner before starting his walk to dalumen.

Arthur:"i-it isn't like I can run away from you anyway."

Yeah keep talkin bro,you'll definitely talk your way out of being completely DESTROYED by my roasts ya doofus.

Arthur suddenly stopped and turned his head to the side with a dead panned expression.

Arthur:"Hey,can you stop? The way you are juggling accents and way of speech is really throwing me off and is also extremely annoying,like,seriously, I found you endearing and all a minute ago but I'm seriously considering just,making you stay silent for the rest of my remaining year."

....*sigh*

His younger self sighed,as if agreeing with his older counterpart.

Look man, I can't help it. I am a collective amalgamation of your sub-conscious,that means I have many accents and ways of speech that you have heard in your life loaded into me, sometimes I can talk normally like I am doing right now,and others?

I might as well talk in another language and go 'Hola, no soy real y este tipo está loco. ¡Oh, tampoco puedes oírme!'

Or you know speak in ways that nobody understands, like that one code language that you made up with our sister.

Arthur looked to his side in a confused and surprised expression.There was no one infront of his face,yet he talked as though there was.

Arthur:"w-was that Spanish!? Isn't that language already changed so much that it isn't even called Spanish anymore! I don't even know Spanish! How are you talking in that language!? I only read it once during my younger escapades towards history."

His younger self scoffed proudly,Arthur could feel the arragonce emanating from him.

Didn't I tell you already? I.Am.Just.Better Than you.

Then all of a sudden the arragonce disappeared and he spoke in a matter of fact tone.

No, like literally bro, I am literally just better than you.I can remember almost every little detail you ever sensed in your life...almost everything,make sure to not forget that part. The Spanish might be slightly wrong before too, or maybe it isn't? I don't know.

Arthur was shell shocked at what he heard.

Does that mean what he said? Like literally,literally?

Yes dumb ass! I just said it right to your face! What more do you need to hear!?

Hearing his younger self who breached the mind wall to condemn him,he stayed silent for a moment,grabbed his head and massaged his temple after wards he dragged the hand downwards,stretching his face as he did.

Soon after,a shaky but overjoyed grin formed on his mug as he laughed hysterically.

Arthur:"i-i,what the hell! Hahahaha!

—th-th-thish is ju-JUSHT priceless."

It took several moments for Arthur to stop,at this point he had gotten used to the pain permeating from his wound and stopped caring about opening it again.

Arthur:"Ah~ being insane is just the best."

Not really,you are special because you went insane for total benefit.... Well I guess that is how anybody is I guess.

Now can we move on? Oh yeah! Don't forget to search for that assasin's body by the way.

Arthur:"yeah,definitely will."

he walked with a skip in his step, exhilarated at his discovery.

From what he understood,he needs to only read,see and hear something once and his other self would remember it forever.

It was as though he had acquired a form of photographic memory,making him capable of going through multiple books in Mere hours.

Book worm

As a person who likes reading, although a habit born by virtue of his inability to have a mark, he was knowledgeable about many things,and having such a cheat like benefit would make him even more well-knowing.

Well-knowing but not well-known...Sh*t.

No, sorry I didn't mean it like that.

It's....okay.

due to him having more knowledge,he can be ready for most situations,making it so that he would be able to fend for himself despite being markless.So,he can easily ignore the teasings of his younger self.

You know,closing your eyes and walking like you just don't care won't help you find her body.

Arthur:"Fine,but why don't you shut up and stop breaching the mind wall! Do you want the immersion to break?"

No, I'm just trying to welcome you back to your senses so that you could see the Blood infront of you.

Arthur opened his eyes just as he heard his younger self and upon opening them,infront was a splatter of blood.

It looked like it was blood that was coughed up by something.

Arthur:"Looks like the poison started taking more effect from here."

Good, meaning we can have more signs to track her body, and the body might be really close too.

Arthur:"No,she was well trained,even a solidified rank marked can easily cross a 50 meter distance in a second or two,but she was a described."

I get what you're saying, but I also know that a rank of a mark doesn't definitively tell of a marked's speed,Most can use their marks to increase their speed yes but it doesn't mean Every marked can,besides,she was poisoned remember? Vile berries have a way with disturbing mana sense,making it harder for her to even activate her mark.

Arthur looked at the blood splatter once more and determined it to be going in the direction of the village and started walking towards the village himself.

Arthur:"hey, I know what you said, I calculated that too by the way,but more importantly.....isn't the blood trail going towards the village?".

Arthur asked in concern.

They had assumed that she would try to go back to get herself healed because she can't do it here, but the trails are showing that she went to the village instead.

Did she...try to get herself healed a little to gain time? That would make sense,

maybe she understood that she couldn't go back in time so she decided to increase her time limit by getting herself healed by Selera!

Arthur:"Damn it! That means she could be there in the village.... No she's probably not here,she probably dashed back home to get herself healed and report to the head,tch!"

It would mean the they didn't have too much time here.

Meh! She probably died before she made it there anyway.besides,she can't really buy time,That vile berry poison was the most potent kind,so Selera,can't heal her enough.

The poison you made from them was top-notch,Maybe we should try integrating different poisons in our way of fighting as well.

Arthur released a sigh of relief after hearing his younger self speak,although he was still slightly perturbed he became calm enough to have a clear mind.....

As clear it can be with this guy in there.

Hey! What Does that mean you little sh—

Arthur:"—ANYWAY,how did you know about the blood?"

His younger self harrumphed and stayed silent before giving a 'tch!' and answering.

I have greater connection to yer senses doofus.

As he spoke a slight American accent and a slight different way of speech entangled with his words.

Oh for the love of god!

Arthur:"heh,it becomes a lot more funnier if you're also annoyed by it though."

Oh yeah, you're enjoying yourself are'nt you,you little imp.

Arthur's face scrunched up at the end of his younger self's sentence.

Arthur:"Not gonna lie,YOU calling ME an imp is cringe,Atleast to me."

They continued to banter as they encroached closer to the village.

^^^~~^^^^^^~~^^^

Arthur:"well... At least we don't have to worry about a time limit now."

See, what did I tell ya.

At some point in their walk, they stumbled across the object of their worries.

Arthur:"She is dead right?"

How would I know? Go check.

Arthur:"can't you just do it with your superior senses?"

His younger self deadpanned.

No

Infront of them was the body of none other than Arthur's assasin.

Her black hair was sprawled over her body,each strand clinging to each other haphazardly.

She wore a black jacket and Slightly tight white-shirt.And a full Jeans phant.

She laid there side ways,half her face submerged in her blood with some covering her face like a splatter.

Come on you wimp! She's already dead anyway!

Arthur could feel the grin on his younger self's face.

In an cow-boyish accent he spoke.

Let's get ta lootin!