There was a rabbit that was munching onto something. It was right in front of the child, in the middle of a forest.
The child looked at it, he gazed, concentrating. His vision was something a normal person could never hope to have.
Numbers, lines, shapes, everything. He saw it all. He was predicting where the rabbit would move if he made a sound, or if he jumped at it.
He predicted and estimated the chances of him being able to kill it.
His eyes were slightly glowing with a beautiful shade of blue, as he finally came to a conclusion, the glowing stopped.
He threw a knife at the tree to the right of him, close to where the rabbit was. The rabbit was startled.
The child already knew of that. He jumped at the spot where he predicted the rabbit would move to.
It was right. His prediction was right. In normal circumstances, he would have been happy. But, now, his entire body and mind were fueled and determined by rage.
As he hugged the rabbit tightly, he got up and took his knife that had been stuck into the tree.
He pointed it at the weak spot of the rabbit, then dug the blade deep into it.
His face held a lot of emotions, maybe guilt, or even sadness. But he couldn't even cry anymore.
He had run out of tears to cry and let his emotions out.
"How many weeks has it been?" He whispered, his voice tired.
For weeks, he had followed Adelard's party. Adelard had a small group of his own—around fifty men— and he was in General Armen's army to get the gold and spoils of war.
But, he never followed him out of respect, loyalty, or anything stupid like that. He followed to kill.
They had left Elanor by themselves then took their own route to the north of Aeloria. From there, they were going to step into Cirolean land.
Now, they were close to the borders between the two countries.
Not much war waged up here, due to the activity of high-level dungeons that left deep, loud waves of mana in this place.
If battles were to occur here, the waves of mana would interfere against the spells of the soldiers.
The Ciroleans used their own way of visualizing magic and producing it, they had a completely different system and way of thinking than the Aelorians.
That was the only thing the kid had praised them for, but he had bigger matters.
In the distance, under the moonlight, there was a large cloud of black ash forming, and going into the sky.
These cruel bastards had been burning down and collecting from Aelorian villages.
They were supposedly Aelorian themselves, yet they still burned down from their own country. It showed how truly evil they are, and they strived for nothing but gold and pride.
They had no honor.
***
More weeks, even months, passed by as the kid's ability had grown stronger.
The child was sitting down on a grassy hill under the sunrise, behind him the camp of Adelard and his party of fifty men.
He had been only training using his Concept, no weapons at all. His Soul Mechanism did all of the work.
Only a Blank like him could handle the strain he was going through.
Predicting, estimating, laws and defying logic. His Logic was invincible.
He continued on following the party, this time time he realized they weren't going into Cirolea from the north.
They chose to be smart about it and go from the dead center. There, while also the waves of mana reached the place, they were still able to fight more.
If they went down any further, they could have reached one of the armies.
They chose this place to be the best to step in their land and bring havoc upon them, without interfering in armies and battles.
The kid's mentality, while also getting stronger, he was getting used to the trickery, betrayals and cruelty of the world.
No justice. It was a lawless world that claimed to have law.
Everything, and everyone was just as equally as messed up.
His predicting ability wasn't strong enough to look far into the future. He was of course able to, but the further he tried predicting the higher the chance it might be a wrong prediction, which could be fatal.
It wasn't that advanced yet.
At that moment, he was only able to predict correctly one second into the future. Anything further than that could have a chance of being wrong.
He also felt very bitter. He didn't like how he'd just follow and hide from Adelard and his party. It was about time he struck back.
After a long time of upgrading and training his Concept and Soul Mechanism by himself, learning new things each time.
He had now managed to be stronger than he could ever think before. For that reason, a strong sense of revenge surfaced up within him, even excited to finally murder Adelard.
The child got up, then looked backwards toward the camp as he took a silent, deep breath.
If they didn't know honor, he was going to teach them. He furrowed his brows as he thought.
He walked up, he realized they were ready to depart already. As he held a stern face, he shouted, "Adelard!"
The mere sight and grins of the men disgusted the child. Their faces had greed written all over it.
One of the soldiers shouted back, "Your mom's not here, kid. Get lost!"
The child grit his teeth as he screamed once more, at the top of his lungs, "Adelard! Show yourself, you coward!"
At some point, the child convinced himself that Adelard was the person that murdered his family. He got to that conclusion on a random night while he was laying down under the forest trees.
Adelard finally stepped up, his golden hair waving as he moved between the crowd of people.
"I've come to kill you and your entire scummy party!" said the child as he pointed his index finger at him.
Adelard frowned, then scratched his head, "I'm sorry… Who are you again?"
The child furrowed his brows even more, "You killed my family… You burned my hometown…" he said, trying his best to keep composure.
If he lost his cool, his ability would go wild and predict too much stuff at the same time, which could fry his brain.
Adelard smiled, he opened a palm then slapped it with his other hand. "I remember now. You're that kid with the weird face." he chuckled, "You're still planning on killing me? Ridiculous."
One of his men stepped up from behind, "You can't say no to him when he asked so politely, give him a chance." he laughed. Soon, the crowd erupted in laughter after seeing the child picking fights with a man decades older than him.
"How about this, if I lose… Well, do whatever you want. If you lose, however, I'll also have my way with you."
The child only listened to the first part. He didn't care, because he was going to win anyway.
As minutes passed, the two stood in the center of the crowd. The crowd had moved again and formed a circle around the two, to watch them.
While everyone knew how the outcome was going to be, they still wanted some amusement before heading into Cirolea.
Adelard smiled, his blade unsheathed. The child, too, was using no weapons either.
The only thing they didn't know was that between everyone in this place, only one of them was a Blank.
"My name is Zivko Karev, and this will be the last time you see the sunlight."
Adelard chuckled, "I don't care what your name is. Hurry up, come at me already. You're wasting our time."