“How the hell do you know what that is?” Hanzo said, slightly on edge.

‘Is he some sort of spy from the Black Merchant Guild? Those bastards would do anything to fuck up our plans if they caught on to it.’ Hanzo thought to himself, gripping the hilt of his bow just in case.

Tyr intuitively understood that a bit of malefic intent was being thrown his way. He didn’t know how, but he just knew.

‘Looks like me saying that nickname threw him off…’ Tyr mused, ‘I’ll just be honest with him I guess. I doubt any problems will come from that.’

“Oh… a Pixie told me,” Tyr said with a straight face.

Hanzo’s expression instantly went from serious to baffled, his mouth gaping widely, eyeballs poking out, and nostrils flared.

“Did you just say that… a Pixie told you?” Out of nowhere, he broke out into a hearty laugh: “Pahaha!”

Tyr squinted his eyes, confused by this reaction: ‘Do Pixies not usually speak to people? She spoke to me as if it was a normal occurrence.’ After this thought, he remembered how he and the Pixie first met.

‘Her first words were ‘it can see me’ which probably means that humans usually can’t see Pixies.’ Tyr came to this realization while Hanzo was still laughing his ass off.

‘He said a Pixie! Ancient and elusive beings who haven’t shown themselves to humans for hundreds of years! The last time they appeared was when the Great Pheonix Yustora threatened to burn all of Gitran to the ground! What kind of fool is this guy!?’ Hanzo thought to himself.

“Ahaha! A lunatic, I’ve really been wasting my time with a lunatic here!” He was hysterical.

Tyr furrowed his brows: “Okay, then tell me, how do I know about White Crimson if I was just some mentally ill idiot?”

Out of nowhere, Hanzo’s comedic expression instantly turned back to a stern look. He fixed his monocle again as he said: “That’s right… so it seems this lunatic was telling the truth.”

“Wha–!? If I’m telling the truth then it means I’m not a lunatic, you dumbass!”

“Ah… this crazy guy is actually right about that as well…”

Tyr shook his head. “Look here, pipsqeak. I don’t care if you believe me or not, but if White Crimson is your prey then that most likely means that you are in my way.” Tyr’s tone was very serious.

Hanzo didn’t say anything, allowing Tyr to continue.

“I’ve worked toward this hunt for a while… I won’t let anything impede it. Sorry, but you will have to find another beast to hunt.” Tyr maturely stood his ground.

Hanzo seemed to respect this and spoke seriously as well: “I see… well, what is driving you may be your own selfish intents, but what is driving me has to do with several people. I am working on behalf of the Skyfall Guild’s hunter group: Ultimatum.

If I fail this task, I’m not only going to lose trust, but money, fame, prestige, and also a sense of self-worth.” He paused, holding his bow out in front of his thigh: “Do you still wish to stop me from impeding your hunt?”

A killing intent seeped into Tyr’s bones, making his hair follicles stand erect and a feeling of doom creep over him. It was as though he was standing in front of the Charwolf all over again.

Tyr exhaled, his eyebrows still scrunched as he clenched his jaw. Without hesitation, he pulled out one of his spears and forcefully extended it toward the young man in front of him.

The movement was so fast that a fierce whiplash noise clapped from it.

Tyr replied: “Yes, now go home.” He was firm in the fact that he wasn’t going to let anyone or anything get in his way of obtaining this beast as his first tame.

With that, Hanzo let out an exasperated sigh. He put his bow away–turning it into a metal ring again and walked forward.

“Fine, you can join me then. Don’t slow me down.” He said, walking right past Tyr.

After a short pause, Tyr put his spear away. ‘This guy… he’s weird.’ He thought to himself.

Just then, Hanzo tripped over some roots and fell flat on his face.

Tyr raised an eyebrow in disappointment and contempt as he said: “How about you follow me… you probably aren’t used to this place as much in comparison.” He then took the lead.

Hanzo was embarrassed, not saying a word as he quickly got up, patted himself off, and began to follow behind Tyr.

Despite Tyr having only come to this world for a couple months, he had already gotten more accustomed to the forest life compared to someone who had visited it infrequently for short periods, such as Hanzo.

Tyr looked up, finally noticing White Crimson’s patterns again way high up in the trees.

‘That’s some crazy leg strength to be able to jump so high.’ He mused as he began to climb up, Hanzo shortly following behind.

As they continued through the forest, Tyr asked a ton of questions to Hanzo without really even realizing it.

It was as if he was a toddler again who finally got the ability to speak and comprehend things–unable to stop asking questions about everything.

He wanted to know more about humanity than he had first thought since the amount of questions he asked Hanzo was ludicrous.

“How far is Drance? Is it in a kingdom? Oh, a dynasty? Which dynasty then? I see… the Seris Dynasty huh?

How many people are there? Are they all weird like you? What kind of society do you all live in? Are there homeless people? Do you all wear weird futuristic yet old clothing? What currency do you all use?”

Tyr continued over the span of 20 minutes, nearly draining Hanzo of all of his life essence.

He looked like a skeleton by the end, “Come one… stop it, kid. Even with my Aura, I can’t compete with your spell of life-sucking questions.”

“I mean… there’s a lot I need to know now that I know there are humans here. Speaking of which, you are a human, right?”

“Huh? What kind of question is that? Of course, I’m a human.”

“I see… so despite there being such a difference in distance, we still go by the same name. Or wait, no, it could just be that GG is translating the definition of human as we both know it to ourselves as the same word.” Tyr went into his own obsessive little rant for a second.

Hanzo simply looked at him like he was a freakshow.

Both of them arrived at a clearing, a large pond was located in front of them with about 50 feet of fairly plain grass covering the outskirts of it. There were some bushes that thinned out as you got closer to the water, and a small layer of sand-like loose dirt underneath various shapes and sizes of pebbles and stones encircling the lakes edge.

There were also large boulders standing over 20-30 feet tall poking out from the ground all over the place, giving the place an alien look.

The lake was over 1000 square feet in size and was bright and blue. Small waves and ripples moved around on top of it, giving it an iridescent glow in the sunlight.

Tyr was walking with his head turned to face Hanzo who was behind him, so he didn’t notice the lake for a few seconds.

He instead continued to ask questions:

“Anyways… do you have parents?” On hearing this question, Hanzo’s face turned a bit grim.

His brows furrowed, as though he became angry all of a sudden.

But then, Hanzo noticed a large bubble begin to push up on the surface of the lake behind Tyr.

‘A beast!’ Hanzo quickly mused, his alertness boosting.

Out of nowhere, Tyr heard a loud splash come from behind him.

As he turned his head back around, the giant maw of an obsidian-coated bass fish greeted him–swallowing him whole.

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