The Gang (Part 1)

I narrowly dodged a blow from Clarent, and retaliating with a punch, he simply grabbed it.

When he said he was gonna train me. I thought it was gonna be some simple magic training, but turns out.

"DODGE!"

His kick met my face, sending me flying through the air, eventually landing with a thump.

[1500 HP Lost]

"No shit." However it only came out as muffles. I heard footsteps approach me and I could only assume it was Clarent.

"Good job, you dodged 3 hits from me... that's progress." I gave him the finger to which he chuckled at.

Mumbling a few hateful words, I got up from the ground. I know that this will be helpful to me, but does he have to hit so hard.

I caress my cheek, glaring at Clarent who sighed.

"If you keep doing that, you'll never get a girlfriend." He said, looking slightly disappointed at me.

'What he doesn't know'

"Anyways that's all for today" He hands me some Lien. "Go get better clothes." And with that he walks away.

(Timeskip)

"Come again soon!" The young lady at the register said, a red hue on her face.

(It's that OC charm.)

I walk out the store feeling refreshed. Clarent as right about my clothes. When I first arrived here my only clothes were a black shirt and shorts... Then I had to go into a Zombie dungeon.

Realistically, I should've smelled like piles of Elephants shit, but I didn't. I don't know why, but we'll keep it that way.

Anyways, my clothes consisted of a shirt and pants.... Did you expect me to go into great detail of my clothes? That's dumb.

"Hey, mister" A young voice calls out, making me turn to him.

"Yea?" The first thing I noticed about him was the blank look in his eyes. It's like he's lost hope in everything... Neat.

"Are you perhaps a Huntsmen" He blankly asks.

"I mean... I guess?"

"Good." He takes something out his pocket and hands it to me. A folded piece of paper.

Before I could ask why he gave it to me, he ran off... little shit. I unfold the paper and read.

(This is it. There coming for me, and there's nothing I can do. God, why didn't I just leave it to Huntsmen to handle this. Now I'm going to die a probably, gruesome death. Well, time for my Will. Son. If your reading this, I want you to know that I love you with all my heart, and I hope nothing bad ever befalls you. Jeez, now I'm tearing up. Anyways. Take this to any Huntsmen you can find. Please. Please don't try to find me. I don't want them hurting you... There here. Goodbye, Son. To the Huntsmen reading this. The Location is the *Insert Shady Location in forest*)

As I finished reading the note, only 2 thoughts in my head were/

'How did he send this to his son?' 'What the hell is he talking about?'

(To Be Continued)

Sorry this was short, I wanted it to be longer but... Idk.

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