The Odd Weapons Meister - Chapter 2 Pas

Sheen had a lot of faults. He didn’t know how to build a shelter or even a tent. He couldn’t cook anything better than burnt meat. He couldn’t even make the basic potion that kids could make.

With this, he would have a life unless he had someone to take care of him. It wasn’t a question of difficulty, he simply couldn’t live without her.

This meant that something was wrong.

As he thought that, Sheen simply sat down under a tree and sighed. He had looked everywhere. He couldn’t find any traces in or even out of the house. This made him feel as if the world was against him.

“What’s going on…”(Sheen)

A scene suddenly came to him. A young boy that looked just like him was standing infront of sea of monsters holding only a single blade. Behind him was what seemed like a temple.

“What’s going on…”(Sheen?)

He could’t even say anything beyond that as he was forced to fight for his life. The fight continued for an unknown amount of time and he felt like the world was against him.

“What the… just wha…?”(Sheen)

Now that he thought of it, Sheen realised that he knew that this was his home and someone lived with him, but he couldn’t remember most of his life.

Why?

He felt like the memories were there but blocked off by something. It was so frustrating that he felt like banging his head… which he did.

He stood up, turned around and headbutted a tree. The result, however…

BANG!

Crash!

The tree collapsed and fell.

With simply a headbutt, the tree fell.

Sheen didn’t think about that though. He simply took a walk to calm down.

—–(later)—–

Splash

After drinking from a nearby stream, Sheen felt refreshed. The cool water helped him relax and think it over.

He couldn’t find any traces here so he had to look somewhere else. But looking randomly wouldn’t help. He needed a lead. Somewhere important.

As he thought about again and again, he searched the house once more. He could’ve missed something in his panic and he didn’t have any better leads.

The house was made of wood and seemed completely ordinary. The oddest part was it being alone in the middle of the forest without any signs of ANYONE else. Not even visitors or pets.

After searching again, he managed to find some clues to his situation in his bedroom.

He had a shelf with some books on it and one of them caught his eye. It was tittled “How we met” by Grace Blessings.

It seemed to be a diary of a girl who had talent as a witch and how she met a “odd” boy who she could never quite understand.

—–(Way before)—–

There was a small village near a certain forest. That forest happened to be home to one of the four divine beasts that could single handedly destroy continents.

The burning bird of rebirth. The Phoenix.

It was time for the yearly sacrifices. This year the village was going to offer piles of meat, fruit and vegetables just like always.

It was when they were about to start transporting the offerings that a figure in a cloak appeared.

“Um, excuse me. Can someone tell me what’s going on?”(???)

“Oh, a visitor?”(Cheerful boy)

“Don’t worry about it young man.”(Old man)

“We’re giving offerings to the Phoenix!”(Cheerful boy)

“Hush, Sweety!”(Young lady)

“Hmm…”(???)

The mysterious figure decided to visit the phoenix so he secretly followed the villagers into the forest.

It was a bright and sunny day but nine of the villagers noticed the young man that followed.

They walked throught the forest and carried the offerings up a large mountain that pierced the clouds. They continued until they reached a scorched area about halfway.

The journey took a while but nobody complained even once as they were used to it. The young man was surprised by not only the trek but the villagers who walked it. The most surprising event, however, was when the phoenix came down.

It was simply beautiful.

It flew like a burning arrow. It released an aura of divinity that forced villagers down on their knees.