Chapter 30: Chapter 30: Riled Reunion

"OOF!"

Oz groaned as he shook his head, "Ugh... not one of my best ideas."

He glanced up at the window he had jumped from, a 3-story stone building with 2 guards stationed out front.

The building looked brand new and had a green flag hanging from the front of it.

The guards out front were donning silver armor with a green jewel slotted onto the helmet, similar to the ones from the large auditorium, and a powerful aura seeped from them.

'Heh, looks like the front door wouldn't have been an option.' Oz chuckled to himself at the thought of trying to escape from that route.

'Wait a minute,' his hands felt at the cushioned surface his buttocks was pressed onto.

He looked down at the person he was sitting on, a young boy that looked to be his age, the boy's sharp black eyes were blaring with anger before his face swiftly switched into that of awe.

'Why's this dude looking at me like that? Are my dashing looks that dangerous.' Oz grinned as he began to get up, 'either way, I gotta get outta here.'

Yet, unexpectedly Oz heard the boy call to him, "You... you're back."

Oz paused in his tracks as he walked away, looking back once more as the two locked eyes, 'who?..'

BOOM!

Before Oz could finish his thoughts, the stone building door was kicked open, and the muscular man waltzed out, mumbling to himself, "where'd ya head off to now, boy?"

"Fuk!" Oz cursed to himself as he quickly scooped up the loaf of bread that had fallen onto the floor, yet luckily was still safely on the plate, and dashed off.

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Zee sat there in awe as he watched this familiar person, whom he thought was dead, run off into the streets, 'b-but how?'

"Men!" he heard the buff man who had just walked out from the stone building call out to his guards, pointing and directing them as they all split up in both directions of the Trade Square, most likely in search of that boy.

"Damnit!" Zee cursed to himself as he got up from his stomach and ran off in the direction of that familiar boy, hoping to find some answers.

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HUFF HUFF

Oz panted heavily as he ran through the busy streets, squeezing through people and looking around desperately for someplace to hide, but it was no use.

The high-end buildings around him were homes or stores that required a certain level of "reputation" to even enter.

Needless to say, Oz's clothes were still the black top and bottom that had been reduced to rags in the Dung Den and didn't exactly meet the dress code.

If anything, as he ran further and further on, he felt an even more drastic change of scenery as the buildings became more extravagant, the attire of those around him became more expensive looking, and security became more abundant.

Oz cursed to himself as he stopped in his tracks, "Shit! At this rate, I'm gonna get stuck in between!"

He looked around frantically for someplace to hide or even detour from this straight path that would inevitably lead to his recapture.

Yet, as he continued forward, he saw nothing but stores and massive homes, with not even an alleyway in sight, nor even a small gap in between buildings.

"Damn, does this place not have any alleyways at all?" the boy was in disbelief, yet with no other option, he continued to run.

However, the blissful sound of his labored breaths and clumsy footsteps was interrupted by a loud shout from behind, "Halt!"

Oz looked back to see a guard from back at the stone house calling out to him.

The conspicuous action and silver armor caused those around them to move leisurely out of the way as if this was just an everyday occurrence.

Before Oz even realized it, the roads were bare, with everyone calmly standing at the side with him and the guard standing face to face from 10ft (3m) away.

"Shit! Didn't expect things to play out like this.' he cursed to himself as the armored man confidently strutted to him, "C'mon kid, let's not make this harder than it needs to be.

Oz obediently nodded his head as he took a step forward before quickly turning tail and running.

BAM!

"Ahh!" Oz fell onto his butt and grabbed his nose in pain; it felt like he had just run into what felt like a brick wall.

"Hahahahahh"

"Ohoohohohohoh"

"Huahuahuahua"

The crowd around him erupted into laughter like they had just witnessed the funniest thing in the world.

He heard them discussing among themselves.

"I love it when that happens, hohohoho"

"I know, right? It's like they've never seen that before."

"Well, it's not like they'd know what it is."

"Hohoho, you're right. They must think its magic."

"Huahuahuahua!"

"Herherherher!"

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As the conversations around him continued and Oz continued listening, he began to form a grasp of what happened, 'so it must be similar to how that pervert was using flames..."

He peeled his eyes at the guard who had slowly been closing the distance, now only 5ft (1.5m) away, 'but what did he use to keep me trapped here?' the boy wondered as he pressed his hand onto the invisible wall.

It felt like a blunt gust, pushing his arm back, 'so that's what it is, huh...' he looked back to the guard, his glowing green eyes piercing through the full-faced helmet.

'Damn.' Oz cursed to himself as he got to his feet, 'I dunno why I feel so weak, but...' he quickly threw a full-powered punch towards the face of the guard, 'I've gotten stronger since last time!'

put.

The guard caught the boy's punch as if he were picking up fruit off a table, 'shit.' everyone around him stared with their mouths agape at what they just saw as Oz's thought continued, 'guess not enough.' he mused to himself as the guard flung the boy over his shoulder and into the air.

The rushing wind filled his ears as he ascended, and as he fell to the ground, the sound of laughter grew louder.

OOOMPH!

"Hohohohoho, looks like a feisty one this time around."

"Oooh, yes, I do love it when they fight back!"

"Hehehe, indeed, it looks like we have a show."

"Huahuahuahu-"

"Please... stop. Your laugh is horrid."

"Oh."

As the dust settled and Oz lifted himself up from his back, he groaned, "Ugh, my head."

The sound of laughter and perhaps of someone crying filled his ears as he tried to get his bearings.

His blurry vision was still readjusting, and his shaky body was struggling to get up, 'this... this doesn't make sense. Even if this guy is stronger than me, I shouldn't be this weak.'

Oz slammed his fist into the ground, before getting back onto his feet and in a fighting stance.

The guard across from him peeled his eyes at this and simply shook his head as he walked forward, "Kid, just give up. This doesn't have to be painful."

Yet, Oz wasn't having any of it as he spat out a clunk of blood, staining the cobblestone floor.

"Very well," the guard responded, "you are a child, so let us not say I bullied you."

With that, the bright green aura around him dimmed.

The guard spoke once more as he twisted and stretched his wrists, "alright then."

WHOOOSH!

The guard rushed forward, a blast of gust traveling along with each step he took.

Oz's hands were up, and his eyes were ahead, ready for what was to come, or so he thought.

As the guard came forward and within Oz's range, the boy shot a left-handed jab at his face.

The guard leaned to the left and sent a left uppercut into the boy's stomach, launching him into the air; as Oz's body was still airborne, the guard spun and sent a kick into his stomach once more.

Finally, as Oz's body continued to ascend, the guard grabbed his heel and chucked him back toward the invisible wall.

This all happened within 2 seconds.

BOOOOOM!

"Ughh..." Oz's groans could be made out as the dust settled, and his body was sat down, his upper body hanging down, blood drizzling from his nose and mouth.

His consciousness was beginning to wane, 'No!' he internally screamed to himself. 'I ain't going back to that Hell Hole. I don't care what that man said, and I dunno why he brought me back here, but I ain't trusting him.'

A round of applause filled with cheers and whistles sounded out as the spectators that were crowded around the side of the street were clearly having a blast.

CLUMP

CLUMP

The man's silver boots clanked across the ground as he approached the injured boy, "any last requests before I take you back?"

Oz glanced down at the loaf of bread beside him, still miraculously in pristine condition and still perfectly centered on the wooden plate.

The boy reached down and grabbed the loaf of the plate, "lem-" his voice was hoarse and cracked, barely able to form a sentence, "lemme get a bite first." as Oz nonchalantly lifted the loaf of bread to his mouth.

The man exhaled through his nose at the request and lifted his fist to send the boy into the land of slumber.

Oz simply moved the bread into his mouth and chewed while he locked eyes with the man, his gaze unflinching.

He talked with a full mouth as a slight smile crept across his face, "heh, not bad."

WACK!

Yet, that sound wasn't from Oz getting punched, as the guard's head drooped down, and he fell onto his knees, completely unconscious.

Behind the guard was a wheat-skinned boy with black hair and black eyes that looked to be about Oz's age.

Oz's eyebrows rose, 'the one that was under my butt?'

However, he barely had time to process things as the boy in front of Oz reached out and called to him, "c'mon, Oz, we gotta go!"

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