Hunters And White Lotus

chapter nine

The drap!The drap!The drap!The drap!

Alan continued to dart forward without thinking of me who was exhausted far behind him. The boy ran like a ninja, very fast. I just snorted and sped up my run to catch up with him.

He turned sharply at the fork in the road, then ran toward an old house that was not far from the fork.

Duk!Duk!Duk!

"Teacher!The teacher!" Alan exclaimed, calling, his hands frantically knocking on the door. A second later a grandfather opened the door. He wears a long-sleeved white T-shirt and long black pants. His eyes glanced at Alan and I for a moment, then opened the door wide. Without being told again Alan immediately darted into the house. Meanwhile, the grandfather looked at me with a flat look.

"Come in" he said flatly and then he followed Alan. I followed his orders too. Inside Alan laid the stiff body of the boy on the sofa, since in the middle of the road the boy was no longer roaring.

After laying down, Alan grabs a traditional, stone-made impact under the sofa. He put some red jasmine flowers out of his pocket. Wait, red jasmine? Then he pounded the jasmine until it came out of the water, as fragrant as the smell of jasmine smelled throughout the room.

"Let me brew it," Grandfather next to me moved deftly grabbed the mashed flower, and then stuffed it into the white glass on the guest table. He poured water into a glass from a teapot given by Alan. After it was full he gulped the drink to the boy who was lying on the sofa.

After the water in the glass ran out, the boy began to roar Back, his body thrashing like trying to let go of something, his hands clawing at the surrounding air, saliva flowing out of his mouth, his eyes were spinning horribly. I just kept staring at the phenomenon in front of me.

ARGHHHH!!!

And along with that long roar, white mist gushed out from its mouth, the white mist floating briefly in the air then disappearing somewhere else. A second later the boy stiffened.

Alan immediately checked the boy's veins, a second later he breathed a sigh of relief, Alan fell to the floor.

"Rest, let me take care of the rest" The grandfather immediately carried the boy and walked into another room, leaving us in the living room. Alan was still trying to catch his breath. I can only die a flea, I can't say anything for now. Alan stood up and walked towards the wooden cabinet nearby. He opened the closet drawer and then pushed the contents.

"This is take your room key." Alan says it while throwing the key he took from the drawer "your room is in the room, find the number according to what's in your lock." He pointed to the room to the left of the room that Grandpa had entered just now.

"I..stay? Didn't you say only an hour?" I frowned.

"So I just convinced you that if you want to go home tomorrow, it's early." Said relaxed.

"I'm not going home anyway," I bowed for a moment "So I want to be a hunter." I looked up and said steady. My brown iris looked straight at Alan. Alan just kept quiet and looked at me with a flat expression.

"So you want revenge?"

"Well.sex. I'm a hypocrite." I said with a wry smile.

"Feasy, hypocritical is human nature. Who will stand if you are in your position now." Alan pondered for a moment "Yes, get some rest. We'll talk about it tomorrow." Alan yawned widely, then walked towards the room that grandfather entered earlier. I obeyed his orders, he was right I needed a break.

I walked limply into my room, with my mind and heart in disarray, tonight I declared to the world that I would be a hunter. In one crazy night that I don't understand yet.

(***)

Tomorrow.

Doc!Doc!Doc!

My eyes blinked when I heard that voice. I slowly got out of my sleeping position.

"Dit, breakfast." That voice rang out behind the door of the room, that voice was the voice of the grandfather who last night.

"Yes" I said politely. I walked to the door and opened it. A tall figure with a flat face that I found after opening the door. The grandfather wore plain white clothes and long black pants, he had a short, whitened hairstyle and a slight thin beard on his chin. His eyes looked at me with a flat look.

"Follow me, we're going to the dinner table." Grandpa turned and walked. I also walked following him.

We walked out of the room and walked into the room next to him. Inside the room there is a kitchen and dining room that is united. I looked around and my eyes stopped when I saw that. Alan cook.

The tang nimbly turned the eggs on the pan. Feeling seen, he turned his head towards me and looked at me with a questioning expression.

"It's nothing" I turned my face away and decided to sit on the dinner table bench, opposite the old man.

Five minutes of waiting without conversation, Alan carried the food plates to the table. I gulped, smelling the delicious aroma of food in front of me. After putting the plates down, he sat down next to me.

"Please eat," Alan said for a moment, then scooped up the food on the plate. I followed what he did. Ten minutes we were busy with our food. There was no sound between us, to the point that it did not feel like we had finished our meals.

"Radit, I heard you wanted to be a hunter." Grandpa opened the conversation.

"Right, I want to kill the demons." I nodded, my hands clutching firmly at the spoon I held. Right, revenge is the main reason I want to be a hunter. Hatred became my strength to round this resolve. Grandpa looked at me for a moment.

"You sure? being a hunter is not easy. The job of the hunter is not only to slaughter the devil, but you also have to sacrifice your soul and body for your own people." the grandfather warned.

I didn't answer right away.

"How's it?"

"I.was prepared." I said steady. I have made a determination. The grandfather just nodded slowly.

"Well you can train with Alan from today. Take a shower and change your clothes." The grandfather said it flatly, I nodded and started moving towards my room. But I stopped for a moment and remembered something.

"What about my school?" I turned and asked the old man.

"People from the hunter's organization will take care of it, take it easy."

Hearing the reply from the grandfather I nodded and continued my path.

(***)

After making sure Radit's back disappeared behind the door of the room the teacher finally spoke.

"Something planted with vengeance will not bear sweet fruit." The teacher sipped his coffee cup.

"Man and the devil are like two sides of a coin." The teacher put the cup, then he grabbed the newspaper on the table.

"I'll go first." I said slowly, then went to Radit's room.

(***)

Alan and I were walking down a gravel road. I don't know where Alan took me, I just followed him.

The morning breeze gushed out my face, gently combing my short black hair. The blue sky looked so dashing, white clouds clumped up the sky. The activities of the villagers enliven the atmosphere of the morning.

The grown men seemed to be busy harvesting the rice fields. Children play kites, while mothers walk while talking with baskets on their heads filled with vegetables.

We turned at the crossroads and went down a pretty steep stone road. I had to try so hard not to fall, since it was quiet, we didn't talk at all.

"Alan, how's the kid from last night?" I finally opened my voice.

"He's fine even if his neck has to be hurt." He replied casually "However it can be treated."

"Thank God." I muttered, I honestly feel relieved.

We keep going.

"By the way Alan is, what kind of hunter is he?" I know hunters are a profession of killing demons, but I need a clear definition.

"Hunters are a profession for dealing with problems related to the devil. The job of hunters is to kill and hunt down demons that threaten human safety" Alan explained. He stopped walking and stared at the forest of fog in front of us.

"We have arrived." Alan walked into the forest that I was following. The hump I sat on stood a sign that I was afraid, the air here felt so cold and gripping. The dark brown shady trees were scattered all around us.

The white mist kept my visibility limited, five minutes I kept following Alan. We arrived at a field surrounded by shady trees.

"So what are we going to do?" I asked curious.

"Certainly learn to be a hunter." He replied, "But you have to understand what life energy is" he continued.

I nodded quickly

"Let me explain." Alan cleared the "Energy of life is the main energy forming life, without this energy living things will die. The energy of life is present in every living thing, from plants, animals and humans and spirits. To do magic requires life energy and good control." He looked at me for a moment.

"Every living thing has life energy, but not all can directly control it. Special techniques are needed to do so."

"Technics?" I frowned.

"Psychic engineering. Techniques that can develop the ability of the body even to the maximum stage. Believe me, in general, humans do not wear a penny of their body's ability. The human body has tremendous potential, yet not everyone has the strong mentality to reach that potential." Alan stared flat at me "Before learning magic, you must learn this technique first. Learning this technique will feel like hell."

Alan raised his hand high. He created a sword-shaped flame in his palm, Alan grasped it, and instantly it turned into a shiny golden sword.

"The first stage of the physical technique, reflexes. This stage will develop your senses and stamina." Alan pointed his golden sword at me "All you need to do is to avoid and not to be cut off by my sword,"

I swallowed. What?

"start." Alan scumbles forward sending slashes. A moment before slashing me, I had time to jump backwards avoiding the slash. I gasped for shock.

"Wait if the exercise is this extreme!" I stopped Alan's movement preparing to advance "If it is completely cut off I can die!"

"I told you it was going to be hell" After saying that Alan scammed forward sending slashes at my head, I lowered my head to avoid him.

"Hey!" I cried while trying to walk backwards.

Quickly his hand swung a slash at me again, this time mercilessly. His slash speed increased. He slashed the sword like a possessed man, very quickly.

His one-two slashes might have been successful for me to avoid but not the least of which almost slashed my throat.

I wiped the sweat, my heart was pounding, my breath was roaring. Alan paused for a moment.it seemed to give me some breathing time.

"Hey, Alan, what if my head gets chopped off?"

"You're dead. Not a hunter, simplify?" Alan scumbles forward sending slashes back. My body swiftly evaded.

Thank you guys for the bullies who fought with me, thanks to you my body has good reflexes to avoid.

"Your reflexes are good. But we see your stamina." Alan said in the middle of his speed

"Try it," I smiled cynically.I clenched my hands as a form of preparation. Alan scuttle forward sending a slash

Jrass!!

The golden sword managed to scratch my face. I bit my lips, Alan's slash speed started to go crazy, even I who dodged was still injured. One slash floated quickly on the right side. I jumped behind me, but before my feet touched the ground the slash of his sword floated to my left.

Jrass

One more scratch on my face. My ass hit the ground because of a leg that lost balance. I was in pain while rubbing my ass

"Your refelks are good but they need to be developed. Wake up, training's not done yet." Alan said coldly. Her orange eyes were staring intently at me. I grimaced and stood up.

"Let's send your slash again!" I cried while wiping fresh blood.

"By pleasure" he smiled cynically.