Chapter 9: Chapter 9: The Messenger from Gaia (4)

The wild long hair tied up in a ponytail, the sharp gleaming eyes, and the faint light of the cigarette. Despite never having seen his face before, I was sure of this person's identity. The man who I thought was nothing more than a creature I made up in my dreams was now standing in front of me. The scar that I believed to be a figment of my imagination now looked back at me like the edge of a knife while his haughty lips were curled up in a wild smirk.

 

He rested his back on Vera's bed as he took in a deep puff of his cigarette.

 

"Good job not letting those guys in, I was waiting to intervene."

 

"Who are you?" I asked. My hand was on the door of the room.

 

"A name?" The man lowered his smoke and tilted his head to the side. "Let's go with, Faust? How's that?"

 

"Doesn't ring a bell, you might be at the wrong place."

 

He covered his mouth and snickered at my words. A sense of uneasiness crept up my back. How did this man get in? How did the nurse not notice him? How did I not notice him? Dozens of questions, some I spent the last two weeks cooking up on the off chance of meeting him again floated into my head, but his unsettling presence made it all seem trivial.

 

"I am at the right place." He smiled and turned his gaze back, placing a hand on Vera. 

 

I turned the handle of the door and pulled it back, ready to run, but the handle came out in my hand. My gaze shifted from the handle in my hand and the man ahead.

 

"This guy won't be waking up."

 

Suppressing my fear again, I asked. "What do you mean?"

 

"The doctors must be completely lost on his condition, right?" he said. He paused to take a couple of puffs of his cigarette and I stared in silence as he did so. 

 

"The Ki of the monster invaded his body. That many-eyed freak was a weak one, but those things have a knack for disrupting one's inner Ki."

 

"What the hell are you talking about?"

 

The man suddenly tilted his head and looked at me with widened eyes. "Do you not remember? That monster?"

 

My heart raced at his words. Monster. Monster. The monster really existed? A sense of relief rose from my heart, but my mind wasn't ready to accept it yet. Thinking of it, this guy came up from nowhere either. Was I just going mad, maybe? Schizophrenia? That must be the case, it made a lot more sense than monsters.

 

As if he realized something, the man nodded and stood up. 

 

"I get it," he said as he clapped his hands together.

 

Light disappeared from my eyes at that very moment. A flash of lightning struck down outside the window of the room. My knees quaked as the door behind me rattled. Slowly, I turned my head back and saw it again.

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That thing with many eyes.

 

Strength left my legs as I plopped down on the ground.

 

—Clap.

 

A sound rang out as the man clapped his hands again. Everything turned back to normal faster than I could blink, but the fear in my mind didn't seem to budge at all. With my knees still trembling on the ground, I looked at that person again.

 

"Believe yourself now?" he asked. "It was just a simple illusion technique, nothing big."

 

"W-what... what did you do to me?"

 

"Nothing, you know it yourself." He turned back to Vera and placed his hand on him again. "You saw what I can do though, right?"

 

He pressed his ear against Vera's stomach and frowned. "If we leave him be, this guy will probably die by... tonight? I guess?"

 

"What...?"

 

"Do you want me to save him?" he asked.

 

I couldn't get a hold of myself just moments ago, but dozens of thoughts flooded my mind at his words. Vera, I thought I only wanted him to wake up to find someone who saw the monster. I thought that was all to it. But was it really so?

 

Regardless of how little I talked with him, he still did put his life on the line to save me.

 

It was of his own volition... his own choice... I understood those things, but something in my heart made me feel indebted to him.

 

My father's words rang in my ears.

 

Even beyond his helping me, if I had the chance to save his life, I wanted to do it.

"What do you want in return?" I asked.

 

Maybe it was my imagination, but for a second, I thought I saw the man smirking the widest he had yet.

 

"Be my disciple."

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