Kaijin Fighter: So I Have to Make Monsters, So What?-Chapter 1153: Wishing on a...not necessarily a star
Meanwhile...
<Well...crap. We now have a whole bunch of depressed Kaijin currently bumming around the library like lizards in winter,> Pathos griped.
=Yup,= Logos vaguely nodded.
<And since our lord has decided that now was an excellent time to inform his family about the existence of us, the kaijin and the Library, to an extent, they’re now using us to vent about their missing child. Especially our Lord’s mother...>
=Indeed.=
<And to top it all off, we can’t even contact him regardless of our best efforts due to shenanigans involving teleporation array. Again.>
=That is the case.=
<Then why the fuck are you so damn calm in the face of all of this nonsense?!>
=Because, we still have a very basic, very stable connection with our Lord and he is still accompanied by Blazejudicator at least. So while we can’t pinpoint his location, we can at least guess where he is and know that he can defend himself until we can.=
<Oh...right.>
=Unfortunately, the quality of this feed is so damn low that I honestly can’t tell what kind of plants our lord is staring at right now. Is that a coniferous tree or a broadleaf tree?=
<Well, he went south, right? So it has to be the latter.>
=You’d think, but remember what happens you go down south far enough?=
<Oh right... you’d end up back north.>
=There you go.=
_______Back to the Isthmus ..._____________
All seven of the sword masters were slain by that offended noble.
Not even in a sequential manner either, the noble had challenged all seven of the sword masters at once and slaughtered them all over the course of a battle that tore through an entire mountain range and three forests.
Lythero managed to survive this slaughter due to his status of being merely their apprentice and not being able to participate, but he still had a seal placed on his cultivation for the crime of being their apprentice.
Unless he managed to get this seal removed, he would only ever be as strong as the weakest of Aether Acolytes for the rest of his days.
At least he had his life though.
Shortly after this slaughter though, with nothing but a sealed cultivation, the butchered bodies of his former mentors and their broken swords to his name, Lythero decided that going home was probably his best course of action.
The problem with this decision though was that he had no home to return to.
Don’t get it twisted, Kirin Rose City still stands to this day and still serves as a bastion for many vices. However, the brothel that he and his mother once called home had closed up shop due to new management, and the women who were once employed there had scattered to the wind.
Including Lythero’s mother.
The last he heard of his mother was that she was purchased to be some noble woman’s instructor in all things related to the art of bed laying, and that the aforementioned noble woman lived in the heartlands of the Scorched Scale Empire. In other words, she had become unreachable.
Lythero was around sixteen years old when he learned the fate of his mother, and now he was well and truly alone.
But he wasn’t goalless.
In his heart of hearts, the fires of revenge were quietly burning.
He had loved his masters as if they were family and had sworn to take revenge for their unjust deaths. But first, he needed to break the seal on his cultivation.
Over the next six years, Lythero chased every lead, every rumor, every possibility for some kind of method to break the lock that had been placed upon his cultivation...only to finally lose hope and steam.
Stuck with only the power of an Aether Acolyte, there wasn’t much Lythero could do when the goals he chased were being pursued by others who were stronger than him, better connected than him or were just plain luckier than him.
And the funny thing about people is that, even if they have a goal in mind, even if they have an idea on how to move forward, they can still run out of motivation.
If one had to deal with enough setbacks, and you start focusing on more immediate issues.
If one suffers from a lack of resources for long enough, you start caring more about the day-to-day.
Continuously seeing others surpass you in a field you once had confidence in, and you start feeling bitter and [Envious].
In other words, humans can eventually lose their ability to [Desire] for something better or different and focus only on their most basic needs.
Food, shelter, safety.
Perhaps...this was why Lythero was left alive, but with sealed cultivation.
In this world where might made right, it is only the brave, the bold and the powerful that are remembered.
That are discussed.
But the run-of-the-mill people, the ones trying to live day-to-day without anyone in their lives, they’re never remembered.
They’re barely even noticed.
And perhaps, being forced to live a lifetime of mundanity, to live a life without even an inkling of [Desire] is more painful than death.
Then again, life had a tendency to be... unpredictable.
At this point in time, the sun had long since set in Papaya Town, prompting some businesses to close up for the day while others decided to switch to providing night time services.
Not that Lythero really cared, he was too busy focusing on his budget for the week.
’Alright, I need to try and save the gold piece for that potion. Meaning that the rest of the money can be used for food and rent. I can pay off this month’s rent with about half of the silver leaving me with the other half to...to...’ As this plan ran through Lythero’s mind, he couldn’t help but to physically stop walking and stare into the sky with a forlorn and empty expression.
’By Sacred Ashes, is this really all my life is now?’
For three years, on and off, Lythero had been living his life in a monotonous cycle.
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Make money, pay expenses, choke down some medicine that may or may not work.
Make money, pay expenses, choke down medicine that may not work.
Make money, pay expenses, choke down bogus medicine.
Make money, pay expenses.
On and on this cycle went, cooling whatever fires he originally had when he lost his masters and rendering the once ambitious youth into a [Desire]-less mess.
But sometimes, on occasion, he would have bouts in his mentality where his ambitious returned and Lythero was able to practice and cultivate in earnest...only for it all to go to pot as he felt the strain of his sealed cultivation press down on him.
Once the reality set back in, he went back to being depressed and went back to living his endless cycle.
Today, however, felt...different.
He wasn’t sure why, he wasn’t sure how, but Lythero felt that world was listening to him for the first time in a long time.
And so, while staring up at the night sky, Lythero did something he hadn’t done since he was a child.
He made a wish.
’I don’t know who’s listening to me right now. Gods, my masters or, heaven’s forbid my own mother, but please. Please, send me a sign that something is going to change. Send me a sign that the world hasn’t written me off. Please...,’ Lythero silently pleaded.
But alas, the world did not respond...
’..bah! What was I-’
FWOOM!
’PHONEIX TAILS! WHAT WAS THAT?!’
...until about five seconds after the fact.
Just as his depression was about to kick in due to the lack of a response, a shooting star had literally zoomed over Papaya Town while roaring through sky.
However, the strangest thing happened when it did.
Or rather, didn’t happen.
None of the other townfolk are visitors seemed to notice the star’s existence in the slightest.
It was if it was only something Lythero was able to see it hear.
’Wait a minute...’
And once this realization had sank into his head, Lythero figured out that this was the response he was waiting for.
’How the hell did that thing just-bah, no, forget it. You need to figure out what that thing is, meaning I need to figure out where it landed,’ Lythero concluded while smacking his own cheeks to focus.
’Okay, it came from behind me and it was arced like it was about to land, meaning it’s going to land-!’
BOOM!
’-RIGHT THERE!’
Once again, this explosion was only something that Lythero seem to notice, but he was too happy right now to know that everyone else was looking at him like he had finally lost his mind.
’Haha! It’s close! Very close! In fact, it almost feels like it just landed right near my...wait a minute...’
...
<Did...did our lord just crash into a pile of junk and bones?>
=It looked like a shack.=
<That explains the bed...>
