Author's Reincarnation in a Fantasy Setting - Chapter 367: A Plan Not Mine [1]

It had been 2 days since I started training with Req and by now I had completely learned how to use Eclipse. Along with that, I also got a hang of handling 10% of Requiem’s full power.

After all, while it gave me an enormous buff the power itself was quite hard to control since I wasn’t used to it. Though now I was learning to do that.

But that’s not what took the priority right now. I was equipped with all that I needed to face Akumi and thus I was going to go forward that route now.

For that I already had a plan in mind—or well, it wasn’t really “my plan” since I was not the one doing most of the things.

I had been observing Akumi all this time and from what I could tell he was going to do something to me, thus what I needed to do was give him the chance to strike.

From there I would simply go along with what he had in mind. Before I had told him that he couldn’t kill me inside the academy campus since he would get in trouble as well. Therefore I’m sure he will try to kill me when I’m outside the campus, and that’s exactly what I was doing now.

It was past ten in the night and I had left the academy campus a few minutes ago. There were still a few people on the streets which didn’t make it a suitable spot, hence I decided to walk down a path that was less crowded.

I turned and took an alleyway that was far from the main street. There were obviously lights on the road since this entire city was illuminated with bright magic lights even at night, however, I stopped seeing anyone walking down the same path after a few minutes of walking.

Now it was just me, walking alone in an alleyway. The only sound I could hear was my footsteps. I put my hands inside my pocket and continued walking.

[Do you really think he’ll come?] Req asked. She was able to communicate with me through telepathy again and I also had the Requiem sword attached to my waist.

‘Yeah, he will,’ I replied. ‘He wants to kill me so badly and this is the only way he can do that. Since if he tried to kill me inside the academy campus he will get caught no matter where he does it or how sneaky he tries to be.’

[I understand that but isn’t what you are doing seems way too fishy? Like, it’s obvious you are trying to lure him out? Only an idiot will fail to see that.]

I chuckled a bit at that. ‘Yeah, only an idiot,’ I said.

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About ten minutes later I began to hear some footsteps behind me. I had no need to look behind in order to confirm, I knew that two people had emerged and were tailing me.

Those two people soon increased their pace and were closely next to me, and then they were on my side. Both of them seemed about somewhere in their thirties and had fairly built bodies.

‘Mercenaries perhaps,’ I thought to myself.

One of them went and stood in front of me, blocking my way forward while the other stood behind me.

“Excuse me?” I said, just like any normal student would in this situation. “Can you please step aside?” I asked politely.

However, I didn’t receive a response. No, that wouldn’t be the right thing to say. I did get a response, it’s just that the response came in the form of a kick on my back rather than in the form of words.

The guy behind me kicked me in the back, hurling me forward as I crashed face-down on the ground. Then the guy in front of me took a few fast steps forward and kicked me in the face. That kick was hard and made me turn my body. Now I was lying on my back, looking up at the beautiful night sky.

One of them came close and held me from my collar, pulling me up. I was basically hanging on his hand when he delivered a hard punch on my face, then another, then another, and once again.

After that, he threw me on the ground and kicked me in the stomach. By that time the second guy also came and joined him and both of them started beating the crap out of me.

A dozen or so kicks later they stopped and looked at me—their expression was of disgust and disappointment.

“What a loser,” one of them said. “He had a fucking sword with him, yet he never used it.”

“Who knows, maybe he doesn’t even know how to use a sword,” the other one replied.

“The sword looks quite expensive though. Can we take it?”

“Hmm, we were only expected to deliver the boy so I think taking the sword would be fine. From what I can tell, it will fetch a great price.”

Then the guy bent on his knees and tried to take out the Requiem sword from my waist. However, no matter how hard he tried the sword was not coming out of its sheath and neither was the sheath ready to leave my waist.

It was like the sword was stuck to my body.

“Tch, it’s not coming off!” the guy said in an irritated tone.

He tried pulling the sword forcefully but it still wasn’t ready to bulge even a bit.

“Ah fuck it!” he said and kicked me in the stomach trying to pent out his frustration.

“W-What are you…doing?” I asked in a weak, squealing voice.

“BEATING THE SHIT OUT OF YOU!” he screamed and kicked me in the face, knocking me unconscious.

Or well, supposedly knocking me unconscious.

One of the two guys then came close and picked me up, hanging me on his shoulder. They then began to walk toward a certain path into the alleyways.

To a place where someone was most likely waiting for me.