Reincarnated as a Genius Mage-Chapter 58: A Master I never asked for

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(K POV)

Under the hot sun reflecting on K’s tan skin.

He stood there, over Blank’s limp body. His golden gaze— scanned Blank thoroughly.

’He doesn’t look bad at all.’ He thought to himself as he examined Blank’s body.

"I never expected to encounter a child with such massive potential in this Empire. But, this kid.. he could be the end to my grieve, and the one to carry the future of my legacy. This body of his.. even Emperor Delarus didn’t have this kind of sturdy body when he was his age." He muttered to himself, slowly carressing his long, white beard.

His heart which was normally steady, and stable began to beat out of rhythm.

The mere thought of raising someone who’d be able to stand toe-to-toe against Delarus made his skin tingle with an electric zap.

K crouched low. And his hands stretched toward Blank’s mask. "Let’s see what he’s hiding behind this mask of his. The mercs say he’s always hiding a hideous scar." And he took of the mask.

His eyes widened slightly, before returning back to normal. And his gaze softened as his lips parted slowly, and he whispered; "he’s.. he’s just a kid."

’Absolutely incredible. A kid no less than.. how old is he? 16? 17? He’s one of the four rising stars of the guild? ’ He thought as he grabbed Blank like a handbag bag, and flung him on his shoulder as he stood up.

"Just what has this boy been through.. what burdens does he carry that made him become a mercenary, and grind to become a C-rank at this tender age? What is his drive? What is the reason he’s fighting to rise? Look at him.." he muttered to himself— turning his neck to glance at the boy on his shoulder, "he’s not even fully matured. But, this makes me wonder.. what would he be like when he grows older?" he whispered— slowly walking toward the log where Blank’s bag lied.

And as he arrived, he took the bag from the log and he said to himself, "I do not know of your struggle, boy. I do not know the reason you fight. But I swear on this day, that before I die. I would make your journey, at least, one step shorter." And he crouched, gathering mana from his core— and he circulated it through his pathway down toward his legs— and he slammed it down.

The ground cracked beneath his feet, as he leaped high into the air— heading toward his home.

’I would turn you into someone capable of being called a warrior. That’s the promise that I— Kairo Rolerville, the golden swordsman, the former greatest lance, and the second strongest swordsman under the sun— make to you. And in turn, rid the world of that monster Delarus when I’m gone.

Because I can already feel it.. my life. It’s nearing its end.

And the air blew his hair as he propelled on the air with great speed— it was like he was flying. Flying with a boy on his shoulder.

"Hahaha!" His loud, and boisterous laugh echoed through the air.

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(Charles POV)

Ugh, my head is wobbly. It’s like I was hit with a hammer.

Immediately, I jolt, "that’s right! I was hit by that bast—" And my mouth remains wide open as I realize that I’m not lying on my own bed.

Where is this?

It smells like.. what even is this smell? Everywhere’s dark. And then my gaze wanders— searching frantically, trying to locate where the hell I am.

Immediately, I jump up from the bed I found myself on.

And as my feet touch the hard, cold, and creaking floorboard— I realize that I’m not wearing any shoes.

And as I find my way to the wall, I start tracing it— heading toward where I think is a door.

And now I see it— warm, low, evening light seeping in from small tiny holes.

That’s the door.

And I walk toward the door, my hands are searching all over the wooden door— looking for the handle. And I finally find it.

As I open the door— the warm, golden glow of the evening sun trickle into my eyes, and I shield my eyes with my hands.

Huh?

That’s when I realize it. My mask isn’t on my face. And I touch my face, "where the hell is it? No. Where the hell am I?" I whisper— my gaze ascending, locating what seems to be the wide front yard of a house.

There are various wooden training dummies of different sizes lined up in rows around the courtyard. They look just like the ones in the training grounds of the Merc guild. But they’re slightly different.

And I walk out— stepping down the three wooden steps that leads to the sandy floor of the courtyard.

My body’s hot, it’s like the hot sun is frying my skin directly. And I lower my gaze— my eyes flicking toward my body.

"You’ve got to be kidding me right now." I whisper to myself.

The only dress on my skin is my underwear.

What the hell?

"Oh? You’re finally awake, kid?" A familiar deep, and gruff voice echoes— cutting me off from my thoughts.

Kid?

I turn my neck— facing his direction. And I furrow my brows and my forehead wrinkles with a frown, "what the hell is the meaning of this, K?" I ask. My voice’s low, wary, but mixed with spite.

He just shakes his head. His nasty grin widening on his lips, "is that the way to say thank you, kid? You were passed out on the ground, and I kindly carried you here." He speaks calmly— walking toward me slowly.

"What! You, you think I won’t remember? You hit me! You knocked me out!" I yell, this whole scenario’s just making my blood boil.

And then the cool evening breeze blows on my face. It’s unfamiliar because I’m not used to it, and I remember again. I’m not masked. Then I ask, "where is my mask?"

And immediately, he sits on the ground, "kid, sit. You’re being too wary. I’m not even being hostile, you know. Why’re so on guard? Ever since I met you. You’ve been acting like every body’s gonna kill you the moment you let your guard down. C’mon. Be a little more relaxed." He speaks in a calm, almost completely casual tone.

I’m talking about how I’m naked, in an unfamiliar house, with my mask gone. And he’s telling me to relax?

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"Nothing.." he replies, "I’m perfectly fine." He adds. "The question is, what is wrong with ’you’." His tone intensifies, his arms are crossed, and his grin fades off his lips.

And one of my brows rise up.

What is he talking about? Is he trying to make me look like the one at fault here?

He shakes his head, "you wouldn’t understand my question. Not now at least. But, in time you will. Now, come sit here." He taps the ground in front of him lightly.

Why am I suddenly being reminded of Klaus?

"Do you think I’d sit, just because you told me to?" I ask, my voice silent but coiling with wrath.

His lips widen, a dangerous smirk tugging at it. "Hmm, Blank. You see, I don’t want to be rough on you. Because my master back in the days was too rough on me. And I detested it. So I vowed not to be rough on any student I take it. But, you’re beginning to make me understand.."

His golden eyes glow— gleaming with a beautiful golden shimmer, "why my master was rough on me."

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