"Bolt!" A mana bolt fired out of Tenur's penis.

"Bolt! Bolt! Bolt! Bolt! Bolt!" Tenur kept on chanting.

The six bolts that hit the trees nearby burnt them all. Grey dust was the only thing that was left from where they previously were.

"Focus on limiting the control area of your mana bolts and condensing the mana used in it. That'll make your bolts strike harder and more efficiently," Denka then demonstrated by creating a version of his own mana bolt which was twice as small as Tenur's.

When he fired it at a nearby tree, the area around it supercharged with mana, causing a temporary environmental mana elevation. The bolt went off when it hit the first tree while its aftershock incinerated all that was in its path for the past few trees, as well as the ones nearby.

"Wow, that's amazing. Let me try~" Tenur focused harder this time. The mana bolt was created with a deeper blue tint to it.

Then, as he concentrated even more, the surrounding mana elevation suddenly inverted. Instead of charging the environment, the mana absorbed nearby ambient mana, which tried to dilute Tenur's charging bolt.

The bolt grew in size, to the point where it was twice the size of Tenur's normal mana bolt. He then fired it off with a jerk of his waist, but the recoil caused him to fall to the ground after flying back a few meters.

The bolt flew across the space, albeit slower. After a second or two of waiting, it hit a nearby tree, and caused nothing to remain in its wake, though the range was one tree wide.

"Aw man, I used that much mana just to make a tree vanish? No fair!" Tenur complained.

"Well, you're pretty good, considering you've just been praticing it for the past 8 hours. Back when I first learned it, I was only able to fire off a bolt smaller than yours. Plus, the energy was even wilder compared to yours," Denka laughed.

Tenur joined in on the laughter, but they were interrupted by the growling of their stomachs.

"Come on, let's get back to my village. I'll get them to serve you breakfast that you'll never forget!" Denka then led the way back onto the path towards the village.

Tenur dragged his feet to follow in the troll's footsteps. His strides were large, so it was hard for Tenur, who has short legs, to keep up with the orc. The mana exhaustion symptoms setting in were not helping him as well.

"Can.. you.. please... slow down!" Tenur shouted the moment he fell to the ground from the exhaustion.

"Here, I'll do you a favor by carrying you," Denka picked up Tenur, then put him on his shoulder, as if carrying a sack of rice.

While Tenur was lying on his stomach on Denka's shoulder, he gradually got sleepier with the gentle rocking made by Denka's steps.

"The warm sunlight, the scent of the flowers blooming, its all calming, isn't it?" Denka said to no one in particular.

His current face was one of melancholy. The reason was the prophecy he received not long ago, before the arrival of Tenur. The prophecy clearly stated,

"He who holds the key to the world shall come. He who stands on top of the world shall rise. He who protects everything will come. He shall be known as... Sperm King,"

Or so he remembered the prophecy like that. It was a truly intriguing one, since the two sacred words were never meant to be combined. But they were! And even by the sacred beings themselves.

As he walked on the path back to the village with Tenur on his shoulder sleeping, he wondered what would happen soon. Perhaps the candidate has already arrived? Perhaps Tenur was the 'He' referred to in the prophecy? Or perhaps, Tenur will bring the king to this world.

The time taken to reach the village seemed abnormally long, but only because Denka did not speed up his steps or increase the length of his strides. This may all be due to him reconsidering what the prophecy really meant.

Back in the troll village, the streets were crowded with workers and residents alike. There were trolls wearing leather clothing not dissimilar to Denka's, there were also female trolls who wore leather gowns that covered their private parts. The civilized version of the trolls may have been fiction to most humans, but it was very much true in this world.

Incidentally, Tenur was walking beside Denka. Tenur was constantly being protected by Denka to prevent himself from being squashed by pedestrians. They all looked at him weirdly, as if he was an alien being. Well, technically he is an alien, to them anyways.

They headed back to Denka's lab, where the street was not as crowded as the other merchant streets. Now that Tenur caught a good look at it, intimidated was precisely the word that described what he felt. It was roughly five and a half house tall, with the wideness of three to four houses combined.

"Wow, after taking a nap, I feel way! Much better!" Tenur spoke as he entered Denka's lab, or at least he tried to.

Before he knew what was going on, a broom—made of dry sticks and straws— assaulted him. It didn't stop until Denka fended for him, but even then, it looked unwilling to part its act.

"Hey Laura, what have I said with beating a guest with a broom? You should have ethics ingrained in you already!" Denka sounded slightly amused, but the message was clear for her daughter.

A troll —with a more feminine figure than most female trolls did— appeared from behind the broom. With the broom in one hand and the door in the other, she argued against her father as she blocked their path.

"B-but it's a human! You told me to never let a human in!" Laura protested with overly exagerrated gestures that even Tenur found amusing, to which earned him a glare.

"Well, I did say that," Denka scratched his chin as he felt guilty. "But I forgot to teach you only bad humans need to be chased out."

"And if you just didn't skip out on your daily training, you'd see that he's different." Denka twisted the whole argument around so that it was, in fact, blaming his daughter instead. "Now, let us in."

Slight ashamed but not enough to appologize, Laura stopped blocking the doorway and let both of them in—still glaring at Tenur. Everything was tidier than it used to be, even though it was originally above the socially claimed 'clean' standard. It'd put to shame even the best human noble's house, or that's what he thought.

"Get us some chairs, Laur'. We're really tired from actually training." The emphasis on the last word made Laura swallow. She immediately went into another room to get chairs. When she came out, she brought only two oak chairs.

Slightly confused, her father questioned her.

"Where's the third chair?"

Seeing as her father had an almost literal question mark above his head, Laura placed both chairs onto the ground, before gesturing and answering the question.

"You," she pointed at Tenur, "sit here," she then pointed to the ground beside both chairs.

"While the both of us," she gestured both her dad and herself, "sit on these chairs,"

She sat down triumphantly on one of the oak chairs, while Tenur was still standing there, not knowing whether he should obey or not.

Sighing, Denka suddenly slapped—gently— the back of his daughter's head, though with enough force to send her head swelling later.

"Since you've brought only two chairs here, you'll be sitting on the floor instead, Laura." Denka said as he lifted his daughter up and ordered Tenur "Get the chair."

Laura was dumbstruck as she fought the internal conflict arising from her father's actions. Never before has she been humiliated to this extent. Their neighbours only ever praised her for her skillfulness, never daring to insult a shaman's daughter.

Tenur grabbed the chair and sat, looking smug, albeit Denka let it pass.

Laura was placed —butt first— onto the ground, and it became apparent the stun was still in effect since her body limped forward. A quick shake of her head woke her up.

"Dad! But why!? Why would you go so far as to allow a stranger, no less a human barge in to our home, and humiliate your own daughter just to help him?" Laura cried out.

In her heart, she only know of pleasure and happiness. Not once did she experience sadness and despair before. Thus, she was a spoiled child, nearly a good for nothing if not for her talent as a craftsmen and a wood elemental mage.

"Sit. Down." Denka's words were cold, colder enough to send chills down the spine of everyone in the room. Laura silently obeyed, although she still pouted while sitting crosslegged on the floor.

"Ok Tenur, I don't know how long I can train you," Denka turned his chair to face Tenur, "But I'll try as much as possible. The few spells last night are capable of helping you survive on your own, if not for a few months before you ran out of survival supplies. I'll try to teach you the fertility spells, as much as possible, but whether or not you can learn it all is your problem," Denka said with a stern tone.

"But why can't you take your.. Oh, I get it. People from the village will come looking for me since I went missing," Tenur was able to conclude that and he even got a nod from Denka.

"Yes, and it will be at least three to four days maximum before they begin the search. The kingdom itself is on a very strict and tight budget, so it may not have the leisure of searching forever or begin the search instantly after the report," Denka then continued, "So I'll try to teach you for the next two more days. After that, you need to be on your way back to your village, before they come and find my village."

"Why can't you just come with me? I'm sure everyone will be able to accept you all, since you're now all civilized and stuff. You guys even wear clothing!" Tenur tried to persuade Denka to move his family to the human settlements.

"It's not as easy as you think. There are many who despise us because we don't look like them. Not all are like you, Tenur. And I think there's a one in a million chance to meet someone like you again, someone so open minded. Anyway, I need you to rest now first, and settle things with my daughter," He looked at his daughter for a second, who was still pouting.

"I'm going to get ingredients for potions first. The market closes at noon, so see you two after that," Denka then went out, closing the door behind him after exiting.

Laura stood up and finally stopped pouting, though her words stung like a bee for Tenur,

"I wish you were dead! For humiliating me like this, you'll definitely pay, mister! Or should I call you Tenur?" Laura said before she went onto the upperfloors of Denka's lab, likely through a retractable ladder since there was no other way up.

Sigh.. Just wish I could fare better.. I wonder how's Sarah's doing?

The thought of Sarah made his heart skip a beat. Every time he recalls the beautiful scene of his crush... child bearer smiling, red spots were very much visible on his cheeks.

He smiled and laughed to himself as he kept on reminiscing his childhood crush's smiles, thinking he would clear every misunderstanding between them by confessing his love for her after reuniting, or that was what he thought he would do.