Re: In My Bloody Hit Novel

Barbara watched him take the cup of tea gently.

Much like a caring, loving wife admiring her husband enjoying her hand work.

At first, he took it slowly.

However, he could not hold back and rushed the entire thing, flushing it into his stomach.

With the kind of battle he had been through, he was very exhausted, hungry and thirsty.

This was also because of the combined Aura he used as well as the kind of technique.

It was only bay his will power and true rage that he held it for as long as he did.

After the tea, a tray of food had already been presented to him.

Naturally, the call to stuff himself up was overwhelming and he answered it.

It was only at the third serving did he slow down realizing what was happening.

Barbara chuckled a little, "don't worry, there is no problem. You can take as much time as you want eating. I and my men are here now. The Vandorains are not coming back."

Hearing this, he instantly remembered a very good potion of the things that had happened.

This included the core beast that that inserted itself in his wife for pleasure.

"Damn! What I'm I doing here?" He asked himself.

He stood to his feet, "I need to check on my father and my..."

Barbara waved a hand, "let him in!" She ordered.

Instantly, the door to this small hut opened up.

And there he was.

One step at a time, the old man walked inside.

He still used his walking stick. However, he was alright.

Mani rushed for him, grabbing his father in a hug.

"Are you alright!? Did they hurt you?" Mani asked nervously as he checked his father's body.

The old smiled a bit, "its okay! It's okay boy!! I am fine."

However, he still spun the old man around searching for none existent injuries.

The old man could not take it any more.

*Pop!*

He gave Mani a hit on his head with the walking stick.

This was action that Mani was long already used to.

Ever since he was a child, it was his father's method of disciplining him.

Mani fell to the ground scratching his head. However, this pain felt surprisingly good. He was very happy that his old man was alive.

"We need to talk son!" The old man's expression was suddenly stern, showing his seriousness of the topic at hand to be discussed.

Mani knew his father well. Instantly, he too carried a serious look on his face.

Barbara was still in the room. However, she pretended not to understand the situation, and busy herself in the corner, wiping the dishes like a dutiful wife.

"Son, please sit down! The things I want to say to you are very important."

Mani knew his father's serious face. He went back the bed and his father took a seat by his side.I think you should take a look at

"I'll go straight to the point. Because, as things are, hiding it will not help anyone, especially you."

The old man took a deep breath in and out.

Apparently, whatsoever it was that he wanted to say was of such incredible importance that he had to prepare his mind for it.

He turned over to Mani, "she is alive Mani, your mother, she is alive!"

Firstly, Mani was left tongue tied at the news. He really could not believe what he had just heard.

After a few seconds, both confusion and doubt were registered on his face.

"But... but... I don't understand. I thought you said that she died giving birth to me. What is this now? What... What should I believe? And if she is still alive, why did she abandon me for all these years?"

As the questions ooded out of his mouth, Mani was slowly raising his voice.

The oldam sighed once more. His face looked as if he had aged a couple more years in this moment.

He always knew that this day would come. After all, he could not hide such truth from his son for too long.

It was Mani's right to know. However, this was also a very difficult topic for him to visit.

"Please, let me explain..."

The Old man was not always from this small isolated, nearly-forgot, cut-out village of the Violaceum tribe.

In fact, he was acting heir to the chief of the main Tribe.

He was one of three sons that was capable of inheriting the title of chief of the tribe.

This was many, many years ago.

The peace between the Vandora kingdom and the highlands was still in full swing.

There was no external enemy for them to unity against.

Naturally, no external enemy meant the creation of internal ones.

No one was really sure which tribe stated it first. However, the Violet tribe, having always been a peaceful tribe tried to settle it, thereby carrying a big part of this burden on their shoulders.

The Chief of the Violaceum tribe offered this opportunity to his three sons.

Naturally, everyone knew that this was a test. Anyone of them that could bring incredible results, would be named the next chief.

This was an incredibly important assignment.

One that could potentially see to long years of peace.

The two tribes with a majority of the conflict were the Rubrum tribe. This was the red aura tribe.

This was a tribe that focused on the emotional spectrum of rage.

They were always quick to anger and even quicker to expressing it.

The second tribe was Flavus tribe. This was the yellow aura tribe.

This tribe focused on the emotional spectrum of fear.

While rage was a power that was sourced internally, Fear was one that was acquired externally.

For this reason, the Flavus tribe were quite outgoing.

They were in a constant state of looking for trouble and bullying other tribes, feeding on the fear of the people to grow their power.

Ironically, these two tribes were very close to one another, only separated by the....

(Author's note: I love a good story telling. very entertaining)