Chapter 93: Chapter 93: Cuckoo

Kai followed Petyr Baelish on foot.

There was no other choice. Levitation needed MP, but so would the use of Titan’s buff, Kai knew. Without knowing when and how the ambush would come, there was little sense in not conserving his MP if he wasn’t inside the safety of walls.

There was one more man with Petyr, who looked like a personal bodyguard of some sort. But Kai felt as much danger from the man as he would have felt from a group of common guards. The only thing to be grateful for was that Petyr and his bodyguard were avoiding open areas, giving Kai no trouble to worry about being seen.

Heh! Kai sniggered. If I didn’t need proof against him, I would have killed him already.

Kai couldn’t fathom why some of the in-world characters were so weak here. Any random Contestant could easily approach and kill one. That black-armored guard with the prince was different, though, Kai recalled. I wonder if there is something I am missing in all this reasoning.

 Petyr took a sharp right turn around a tall tower. Kai waited for a little and then slithered against the wall, looking up and down. Suddenly, he felt like he had done this before. Deja vu?! The feeling swam in Kai’s thoughts.

And then, all hell went loose.

Kai had expected it. He had been waiting for it. But never had Kai imagined that the prophecy would come so soon.

Goosebumps jutted out like thousands of thorns all over his body. Time slowed down as it usually does when a man comes face to face with death. Yes. Death! The world constricted around Kai, and within a single second, he felt an unavoidable danger coming for him.

Kai’s eyes widened, a tremor passing through his entire body. No! A voice screamed, echoing in and out of him. But then Kai’s heart pounded with a thump of victory, and a bronze-colored light shone around his head.

Bang!

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Cuckoo couldn’t comprehend why a fool would follow Petyr Baelish of all.

Aye, the castle guards can't spot him, she thought. But is he such an idiot to think that there aren’t others monitoring the grounds?

It was common knowledge that most legendary in-world characters were under some kind of protection. Contestants, starting from the 2nd floor with no upper limit, always had one or other missions to act as Protection Task Force. Fool! Only a fool from lower floors would act against these kinds of characters, she knew.

At least he isn’t the man who has kidnapped the fucking Hand, Cuckoo concluded. She was eying Petyr’s surroundings from behind an arrowslit of a tower. She knew where Petyr had gone, and how long it would take him and his bodyguard to return. But when he returned, she found an insect following him too.

Look at him, tch! Cuckoo mused herself, curling a stray lock of hair out of her eyes. Idiot! Heh! Black hair, black eyes, at least he is handsome.

Cuckoo took pride in her beauty. There had never been a more beautiful girl, she had told herself many times. Her hair was brown with trails of red here and there as if she had dyed them. Her eyes were light blue, which glowed white under the moonlight. No moonlight today to verify it, though. Her lips were full, her breasts handful and firm. And the attire of Indiana Jones gave her a charm that could make many heads turn.

She was beautiful. No denying that, and none could argue against it, either.

Cuckoo flicked her fedora hat for luck. She extended her slim right hand out of the arrowslit and aimed her finger at the man who had stopped at a place for no reason. Well, whoever you are, goodbye, she thought.

Cuckoo’s hand twisted. Her flesh squirmed as if the muscle fibers of her hand were coming off by themselves. Then her entire hand became a longrifle. The rifle had a mixed metallic and wooden shine, but it also seemed to have a fleshy feel to it.

Bang!

She fired. Cuckoo’s face paled before she saw the bullet hitting the target’s head. She took out a blue pill and threw it inside her mouth, refilling the massive drop in her MP. The rifle became a hand again as she pulled it in. She turned around, walking towards the long, spiral stairs. She didn’t care for the fate of her twice damned target.

None. No one had survived her ambush.

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Cuckoo was the best sniper, and she would be the strongest Devil Fruit user of the Valeheart Empire, such were her ambitions. It didn’t matter to her that other Contestants looked at her scornfully just because she was the daughter of a Set Lord. The sudden frown on her face, though, seemed unwelcome. What’s taking it so long? Cuckoo asked herself. Where is the Notification of killing?

The possibility of the guy bleeding profusely, begging for his own death, made her shiver. She was beautiful, but she wasn’t cruel. Her steps quickened to lift the man from his misery. And if there was any loot, then she would take that too.

What the?! Cuckoo gasped. There wasn’t a body. She ran, but she stopped meters away from the blood pool where the man should have been lying dead. A heavy, unbearable, putrid, and pungent smell was coming from that blood as if it had come from a long-dead animal. Only such rotten animals scarcely had any blood to boast of, she knew.

Cuckoo’s eyes followed the trail of blood, her nose trying hard to keep the smell out. She followed. Where did this smoke come from? Cuckoo thought. A mustard-colored thin smoke had claimed the open area. This smoke’s stench was fouler than the blood, she noticed. Cuckoo took out her handkerchief and wrapped it over her mouth like a mask. She feared for her face. It mustn’t get ruined, she reminded herself.

The smoke thickened.

He couldn’t have walked this far from the blood pool, Cuckoo reflected. Something’s off!

Her both wrists twisted and became two semi-automatic pistols. The itch couldn’t have more ill timing. Fuck! She cursed. Her left hand went to her back, and she took a brief pleasure in scratching away the itch using the pistol’s barrel.

Hissss!

What’s that?! Cuckoo shivered at the whistling sound. The smoke had become so thick that she could barely follow the blood trail. Now that she saw it again, it looked blacker than it was before. Black blood?

Cuckoo gulped.

“Who’s there?” She demanded. “Sparrow, is it you? It’s me. Cuckoo.”

Hisssssss!

Something slithered in the corner of her eyes. She aimed both her pistols in that direction and would have fired if it weren’t for the itch. Now her entire body was itching, as if thousands of ants were crawling over her, biting her.

“Twin-saber style…”

“Who said that? Who’s there? I… I am Set Lord’s daughter…”

“Giant Serpent’s Severing Whiplash!”

Cuckoo fired, sensing the immense danger. But then she was falling, her pistols aimed at the vast night sky which she couldn’t even see.

She found two legs as her head impacted the ground. They were slender. Her eyes moved up the legs, but above the knees, there wasn’t anything. Nothing. Only blood showered out of them in short, powerful bursts.

And then Cuckoo realized why they looked familiar.

They were her legs.

Her heart pounded.

“Well, well,” a rough, panting voice entered her ears; her soul. “Someone’s being a little naughty bird.”

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AN: I don't generally like to change POVs. But the story kind of demanded it. Plus, there were a few things I needed to clear out which Kai had no way to know, as you must have realized after reading Cuckoo's POV. Will see things from Kai's perspective in the next chapter.

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