VRMMO | Terris Story: Someone "Them"

Side Story I's. Bill Trainer

A Halfling sat on the edge of the Combat Training Field.

Old-fangled.

His long beard began to whiten, signifying the distant lifespan of a mortal. However, that Halfling hand still had not lost its touch at all. He cleaned his beloved sword deftly, a bluish-black Long Sword. Ashcor Sword.

And all the Halflings who came from Nave knew the sole rightful owner of the sword; Bill Trainer, the last successor of the Trainer family.

Like any other day, Bill was on that practice field. Throwing away the time left on him for no reason at all.

Pouring Tareas oil on the sword, Bill began to wipe his bluish-black blade carefully. The sword was still sharp enough to scratch the dragon scales, and who knows what would happen just in case Bill was off guard?

"Hit. . ." Bill finally picked up and saw how far he had cleared Ashcor.

High in the sun, the Long Sword revealed a blue vein pierced by light and a hidden carving inscribed on it.

Satisfied with that, Bill finally put the sword into a nearby sword sheath made of similar metal.

'Another day is the same.' said Bill inwardly, sighing softly.

But then, the old Hafling's eyes were fixed on the two figures standing outside the Combat Training Field fence.

Two girls with silver-white hair and similar faces, wearing special clothes often used by travelers.

'Wanderer?!' thought Bill with a surprised face. 'So after a long time, they reappeared. . !'

Bill then glanced at Ashcor with a heavy feeling. 'Chaos is coming, like the dark ages. Would I still be able to do that. . .'

But the Halfling immediately disconnected his mind and shook his head. 'No. Trainer, Trainer's blood will end here and the curse. This is the only option.'

Bill then turned to the two girls.

And after a while watching the pair of Wanderer from his place, Bill concluded that the two were interested in the exercises in this place. Bill finally called them.

"Hey! Silver twin girls there!"

. . .

Another day.

Bill was still sitting in his place, watching the Halflings sharpen their skills, and taking care of Ashcor's sword as usual.

But the training ground is getting new people. One of the Wanderer twins who came to the place, the Wanderer girl named Alice.

Lucky or not, Alice is under Bill as his coach; he is nicknamed the Demon Trainer, Bloody Master, or Merciless Old One.

Everything just happened when the poor girl accidentally made Bill angry, by showing a sad game of Long Sword in front of the old Halfling.

However, Bill himself was immediately taken aback by what he saw.

'This silver girl is better than I thought.' thought the old Halfling inwardly.

He glanced at the twin girls; elcia, watching from the sidelines, realized one thing. 'Of course. . !'

The two girls he found were still like two newborn predators.

A wolf child and an eagle child. Even if both of them will one day become predators, they need time to learn and grow. All they needed was the right way to cultivate their individual talents, fangs or claws, pouncing or grabbing.

Everyone's talents are different. Like the girl before her at this moment, Elcia had also displayed her own talent; which distinguished the two from each other.

—Traaang. . !

Until at that point, the Training Long Sword in his hand was released thanks to Alice's attack.

'Super silver twins are quite talented, indeed.'

A grin formed on the face of the old Halfling.

. . .

The days of Bill Trainer began to change a little, as he began to train Alice hard. Forging a small wolf in front of him to become a true predator.

And even so hard, Bill enjoyed the training time he gave. It was a pleasure to watch the girl grow up step by step.

"How are you, old man?"

A familiar voice echoed in the ears of Merciless Old One.

Halfling turned back. He looked straight into the eyes of a young Halfling in front of him.

Full of red droplets, torn clothes, eyes without light. The young Halfling before him held a bluish-black Long Sword that had no clone.

Ashcor Sword.

No doubt, Halfling was himself in the past.

He is the one who fears his enemies.

He hunted his prey.

He stands on the ground of chaos.

And young Bill opened his mouth again. "Ask you, old man. Do you think this curse will stop because Bill Trainer gave up?"

But the old Halfling remained silent without opening her mouth.

Taps.

Taps.

Taps.

Taps.

Walking around himself, the young Bill continued his words. "Pathetic. Depressing. My pathetic self."

Taps.

Stopping right beside him, he turned around and looked towards the silver girl who was swinging the sword nonstop in the middle of the green field.

"Huhuhuhu. . hahaha. . ahahahaha. . !" The young Bill laughed cynically, then placed his hand on the shoulder of the old Bill; said near his ear with a face so bad.

"You, the slaughterer, put hope in a girl? Where. . .where is the pride we once had?"

"Where am I being feared? Whereabouts? Answer oh heir of Ashcor! Have you become so senile that you forget about it?!" he shouted with anger.

"Well" said Bill, fed up.

"Hee. . . Beg it? . . . It seems so. . ! You want to get away from all this!"

"COME!" bill shouted with a murderous gaze, without hesitation to let his aura loose.

". . . Alright. But I'm telling you, never regret it." said the young Bill, before walking away.

And when Bill looked back, there was no one in his sight.

Stunned, he muttered to himself. "Repent it. . , is it?"

. . .

A week had passed since Alice began training there.

Bill now looked at the Wanderer pair with complicated feelings. Because the two of them seemed to be ferocious hunters just overnight; they grew too fast and exceeded his expectations by slaughtering dozens of Forest Wolf.

More than that, Bill never imagined if the two showed the monster part of the Basmael forest.

Even to make it back alive from the monster was already a feat according to Bill, but it brought back its claws. . ! Alpha Claw!

And as his mind regained consciousness, a grin re-formed on his face.

'Nar Forestwalker, your prophecy has been fulfilled!' bill said in his heart.

That day, the ring that had been stored for eight generations finally awoke.