Rise of the greatest blade master

"Pest, hey you... You!"

A young boy heard a small whisper near him that made him slowly open his eves. His frail hands lifted up to his face as he rubbed his eyes slowly. He felt a small headache assault him the moment he regained consciousness and made him squint his eyes. Then, he felt the pain in his back, perhaps due to sleeping next to a rough, stone wall the entire time.

The last thing he noticed was the repulsive smell of whatever place he was in. It was almost like a mix of rotten fish and sewers. Scrunching his face for a moment, he ignored the foul odor and turned to look at the person who rudely awakened him from his nap.

You finally woke up. lad. I've been calling your name for a while now." The person in the talk was an old, shabby-looking man. He had long. dirty hair that covered his face and an unkept beard that went down to his neck.

He wore dirty, smelly clothes and had a wide, toothy grin on his face.

Except, he really had no teeth there, so it isn't toothy to begin with.

The boy gave him a single look before he slowly moved away without trying to hide his disgust.

Even if both of them were homeless. this man smelled way worse thanthis entire jail room.

Seeing the reaction of the boy, the man only smiled further as if he was amused. "You got some guts to sleep in such a place.

Turning around him, the man pointed at other prisoners who were sitting with them in the same room.

The atmosphere in the place was, as expected, not the best. Many were simply sitting in their own corner, sleeping, fiddling with their dirty nails, or simply talking to one another.

Some were eyeing the boy and the man with blatantly malicious intents but seemed to restrain themselves for one reason or another.

The boy saw that and simply ignored it. This wasn't the first, nor last time someone gave him that look and at this point, he didn't really care much.

"Why wouldn't I?" Opening his mouth, he replied in a quiet, bored tone. "You've never been to a jail cell around here before?" He asked back as he gave the man a side glance.

..." The man seemed taken aback by the boy's response. "I... I'm afraid not. I lived my life staying away from trouble. Perhaps that's why lended up getting the short end of the stick in everything. Haha... I lost my job recently and had to steal some money, they caught me and now I'm here. Chuckling dryly, the man shook his head.

"Is that so?" The boy murmured, totally disinterested in what the man said.

Everyone in this jail cell had their own sob story and how they ended up in there. Some were perhaps due to their own mistakes, while others were simply thrown in the grinder due to circumstances. In both cases, this man was not that special and neither was the boy. They were all in the slammer together.

Ignoring the man, the boy instead put his hand in his old pocket and carefully searched for something.

'It's still there.. He thought to himself before he feigned ignorance

and closed his eves for a moment.

Judging from the sunlight. I have been asleep for 30 minutes or so...I wonder when they will arrive.

As he finished that trail of thought. he heard the rustling of a keychain before the door to the jail cell opened widely.

Walking inside were armed police officers in their normal uniform.

Looking around, they aimed their prosthesis guns at everyone.

Nobody goddamn moves!. One yelled threateningly.

Unsurprisingly, no one moved a muscle as they sat there, staring at the officers with ominous apathy.

"W-What do they want?" The man held his clothes in fear

The boy didn't reply and simply watched the scene.

After making sure everything was in order, one of the officers stepped forward and moved between the rows of inmates till he stopped in front of one.

You. Come with me!" Staring down at the frail boy, he said with a cold

The boy slowly looked up fora moment and then faintly nodded his head before he stood up.Immediately, the officer grabbed his forearm and yanked him forward, almost making him fall before starting to drag him toward the door.

The man watched with his lips pursed. Judging from the way they were treating him, he didn't seem like he was leaving.

'I -I doubt he's going to be fine...

They won't spare him." He thought to himself as he closed his eyes.May the gods be with you, lad. No one can save you. He prayed in his head.

Walking outside, the boy silently followed the police officer through the corridors of the station. Many workers passed by them, busily going about their day. They all gave Malice one single disgusted glance before they ignored him completely.

Slum rats were a common sighting in the station so they didn't care much.

Eventually, they reached the waiting area of the station where they walked inside."Go in! Throwing the boy forward, he stumbled a few times and then stopped and looked up.

They were now in a beautiful, organized room. A whiff of synthetic air freshener could be smelled in the air as take plants decorated each corner.In the middle were a few sofas made especially for high-class visitors. Not that they get visitors of that caliber often. Still, this room was cleaned regularly in case of an emergency so it always looked presentable unlike the outside waiting lounge for commoners.

"There he is, the wicked bastard!!!"

Inside this room, a man, clad in expensive-looking clothes stood up and approached them.