Ruvera And Prince Elves

Chapters 100. The Story of Yara Alejandro 7

Yara's sharp gaze was met with the grin of a black skull masked figure. After he chased that figure. They finally met, outside the arena.

"You missed me so much heh, that you chased me here" he said in a faintly made voice.

"You're so ridiculous" said Yara,

"Don't say much" Loudly, Yara attacked the black skull. For the same reason. Hang up their fight.

Lacing for the sake of lashing Yara pointed at the black skull. The man casually repelled Yara's attack.

Yara did not give up, she picked up the wooden beam and re-attacked the black skull, but the black skull took the wooden block and threw it away.

Yara was silent in place, her face looking foolishly staring at her wooden beam drifting far away. The black skull's rarity resuscitated itself.

The more upset Yara made, the braver she made Yara look stupid. Anger over Yara. He brings out all his abilities.

Lebam here and there he got. He could not even hurt the black skull. His breath was increasingly hunting with sweat soaking his body.

He was tired but Yara could not look more miserable. His sight began to blur. He shook his head. A feeling of dizziness spread throughout his head.

Yara's movements slowed down. And the black skull saw it all. "You're okay?" Black skull speech. Yang Yara faintly, before the darkness snatched her away.

***

Eyes open. The eyeballs move. Absentminded. The mood he caught. Yara forced herself to wake up. Just gonna raise his head. The pain makes it go away.

"Don't move much first, caterpillar!" the sound from the dark corner of the room. Before long he felt his face rough. Yara doesn't find the goggles she always uses.

"Black Skull! Akh!"

"And I told you not to move much" Yara's eyebrows linked. It was like knowing that voice.

Slowly the figure that was in the darkness was visible. Black Skull. He was right from the robe and clothes that figure was wearing, just like the Black Skull used to wear.

Yara's eyes widened. Look at the face wearing those clothes.

"Alejandro!" Pekik Yara's. He doesn't care about the pain in his head.

"Jandra—"

"Drink this first," the cup Yara had received. He felt a cold palm covering Yara's forehead. Comfortable. Yara drew Ale's hand that would stay away from her.

"Wait a minute, your hands are cold, comfortable" Ale thinned his lips. He held onto Yara's still-warm forehead.

"Drink the potion, so that your heat quickly drops!" His order.

Yara drank the bitter potion. It cringes. "Bitter!" Exclaim the woman.

"Where are your hands" Ale pulled out his little glass bottle. Slowly Yara extended her hand. And a grain the size of a marble came out of that bottle.

"Eat it"

"What's this?" Back Yara frowned. No response from Ale. He put the marble in his mouth.

"Compose!" The orders of the man who still cupped Yara's forehead. Yara said she chewed and a deadly sour taste spread in her mouth.

"Uwow ssss .. "the pain is deep his eyes narrowed by themselves. The bitter taste in his tongue completely disappeared, changing with a sour taste that made his saliva like a stream when it rained. Plentifully.

Yara quickly chews to get caught quickly. He hit Ale's arm that was grinding at him. 

"You pranking!" Yara glanced fiercely at Ale. Yara did not see the corner of the man's lips lifted.

"Rest" said Ale, who removed his hand on Yara's forehead. Away from Ale's hand, Yara felt the loss of a comfortable big hand.

"Why did you become the Black Skull?" Yara asked, sleepiness assaulted her. Can no longer resist to evaporate wide.

"Sleep" Ale said by tidying up the equipment on the tray that he brought out. Yara could only see Ale's back coming out the door. Yara closed her eyes.

***

Opal called. Yara was sneaking out of Ale's house. Someone challenged him. Opal pleads for Yara not to refuse.

Opal has a debt with the person who challenges her. Because Opal knows the caterpillar.

Yes this is where Yara with a horse racing to the Urban Latan arena. His face was still pale but his body heat had already gone down. He opened the Arena door. In front of him Opal had been waiting for him.

"After that I won't bother you anymore" Opal continued to the dressing room. Walk side by side with Yara.

"Let's meet him first"

There was anger when Opal mentioned her word. Yara followed behind Opal. He entered the hallway with many rooms on his left right.

Very fancy. Yara just found out if the Urban Latan Arena has a room like this.

"This VIP room only the top customers can enter" Opal explained without being asked.

They entered the room. There were many people waiting for him. Like an office room, with a glass wall facing the arena.

"You're coming? I thought you'd run again, you loser!"

A person with a cigar, bald and puffed up, exhales cigar smoke. It looks so proud and untouchable.

But in Yara's eyes, he could finish easily without the slightest evidence of murder. This is the job he is doing right now, of course Agrabella and Dylan don't know it.

There was someone who kept staring towards the arena below. The look with the robe that was behind him.

"Here I've brought the caterpillar" Opal introduced himself to the bald stock. Yara was very eager to flash the two ball eyes of the thick bald guy. Because her eyes are beautiful and disgusting to Yara.

"Tool, you're amazing, beating some people's KOs overnight."

"Thank you Mr ….".

"Scottus"

"Thank you Mr. Scrotus, you're praising me excessively"

"Oh you must know my people, come here" said Scrotus.

"Yes Master!" Yara's face stared at the figure who was silently staring at the arena turned to look at her. Sharp and cold. Highlight his eyes were seen not going to pass his opponent easily.

"Include the Black Skull, it's my man" said Scrotus.

"You've met in the arena, haven't you?" Declare the wind concubine out of Yara's lips. Why did he become a bandit?

"Yes, and dying the arena before finishing the fight, it was very insulting to me" Yara replied as her net joked with Ale's netra.

Laughter filled the room, "I love your spirit" Scrotus loved to fight.

The knocking of the door sounded. Decitan doors opened accompanied by a leisurely step entering their room.

"Sorry late." A person enters with a head covering that connects half the mask to the nose.

"No matter what Mr. Razor, please come in" Scrotus moved from his place and welcomed the arrival of the half-masked man.

"Was the caterpillar?" Razor's closing in on Yara. 

"It turns out you're really petite, did you invite him into our group Scrotus?" Razor pats Yara's shoulder. At first glance Yara looks familiar with the aroma that Razor carries.

"Yet my Master is waiting for you" said Scrotus.

"I'm sorry before I was a free fighter. And do not want to enter a group" Reject Yara directly, Opal only tells there will be someone to challenge him.

"I'm here because someone wants to challenge me" he said without fear.

"Well, you're not being polite!" Hardic Scrotus. He did not like it if the lowly creature, this rancid boy in front of him humiliated him by refusing his invitation in front of Razor.

"You're very brave caterpillar, what if with me" Razor again let out a familiar scent to Yara.

"Okay, I'm sorry about my room." Tampa Yara's reply stepped out, a confused Opal following behind her.

"Bedeb4h brash!" Maki Scrotus. Razor's laughter exploded, he really likes a challenge especially from wild kittens like caterpillars.

"See you at the little Caterpillar Arena" Razor said.

Ale slowly clenched his hands, even though his gaze was flat and did not display any emotions.

Tbc.