《Zjjan Master》sp02 01, His Entities
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His Entities
The bright sun is glowing and the huge leaves they have are covers against the heat. Those siblings are sharing one leaf.
Beyond around the corner of the path, Jaino notices a person, wearing a cloak while sitting on a stone. His eyes scan at any part of that person's body; yet, only from the nose until the neck he can manage to peek. However, based on his pervert mind, full of delusion; that person is a female.
Those siblings sympathize, they’re thinking if she may be an exiled. They go near to ask her name.
What Jena and her brother have done, communicating with friendly conversation to that lady while they try to befriend her is annoying to the viewpoint of Jaino of course.
But then, the cloaked female disappears as she drags Jaino who's off guard to someone. Her dagger is also lying on his neck. “What a nice day to see you here Jaino?” she has greeted. She smiles while her face she exposes to him. “Nicely dropped into my trap again?”
He's really stuck. His shoulders are immobilized by the hands of a big man behind him. He’s even seeing those siblings who are confused and scared. He smiles at them. Another woman, of course Jaino recognizes, is handing food to those siblings. The brother is worried so he stares at Jaino, whose corneas move down. The boy has found thumbs-up and those siblings accept the foods.
“Well...” Jaino jests, “As fine as you Kilie. I wish, I would totally forget you.”
Kilie Lightning, the second daughter of the person whose Jaino is indebted. She’s a Fange.
Fange, is a norim with eyes, having a clear adoptable and high-ranged eyesight, with easily controlled adjustment of visual range.
The big man, Kilie's bodyguard, his name is Dhumbou Dougoung. He’s an Igsyn.
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Igysn, is a giant norim, having an inborn one eye. Most of them are playful and gifted with some abilities. And they instinctively assist and protect their dearest norim(s).
The woman, around the siblings, is Miera Lucksoon, Kilie’s assistance and teacher. She’s a Sorse.
Sorse, is a norim born having the special blood that can deny to anything if possible.
Irritated, Kilie yells, “That smile of yours! Scum! I’m going to kill you!”
Grinning and eyebrows up, Jaino replies, “Eeeh? Your dagger is reversed?”
She gets startled and her eyes gaze down to her dagger that she's gripping incorrectly. Embarrassed, facing down, angry, she reverses it, still lying on his neck.
“Who are they sir?” has asked by Jena to Jaino.
Recalling something, Jaino's eyes scan at, from his suppressor's lips down to her chest. “Well…”
“After—” Getting annoyed by his gaze; yet, her heart is racing fast. “—those eyes, what are you staring at, pervert!”
Amused, Jaino announces, “Allow me to introduce you, she’s my girlfriend.” He's grinning.
Those siblings react, “Huh?”
As then Kilie gives a quick punch to his face. The big man is a bit worried, whereas Miera is just smiling. Suddenly blushing, Kilie shouts, “Thick faced!”
Her words dig to his heart and her fist leaves a scratch and pain to his cheek. Jaino mumbles, “Ouch, it can’t be help,” hopeless to evade. “Then; actually, she's my wife!” —with his ambitious face, his words bash everyone by surprise, briefly. Silent. After the wind blowing has passed, Kilie holds his waists and she hits his— “Oooouch!” —with her knee, full force.
The big man frees Jaino, who kneels on the ground and struggling in the pain. The big man and Jena’s brother even guard their own while suddenly they're sympathizing the pain.
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Standing near beside the siblings, amused, Miera comments, “Ooh, that must be hurt too much.”
“Spouting too much nonsense! Geez! You can’t really keep your mouth shut!” Kilie has yelled to Jaino.
“Then, what can you call two people doing it in the first place?” has asked by Jaino, still struggling.
“People doing it?” has mumbled by Jena as her curiosity is all over her head. Her brother shuts her ears. “Hey! Stop that! I can still hear them!”
Worried, smiling, afraid, her brother replies, “Pretend, you don’t.”
Teasing her student, Miera asks— “Doing it? What’s that? I’m being curious? Tee, heh, heh.”
Kilie is agitated and flushed. “No! No! No! None really! There was nothing happened between us! I’m completely pure!”
“Pure!” has responded by everyone around, except Jaino, and Dhumbou.
In curiosity— “Eh hee, she means not pure? She lied?” has asked by Miera to Jaino.
In starry eyes and his index finger he points at Miera as he recovers, Jaino replies, “You hit the mark young lady.”
“Of course, I could! I’m a veteran after all. But to be called as a young lady is,” blushingly, she has said. Those siblings shiver, gross out.
The embarrassment that Kilie has felt, loosens her arrogant posture. She sighs. She pushes Jaino down and starts stomping his face while she cries, “You! You! Just go die! You! Foul mouthed pervert! You don’t deserve to live!” Tears plunge from her eyes—
Laughingly depending himself, Jaino complains, “Hey! Hey! Stop making me, you, your, your doormat. It, it won’t change anything!”
—something comes in her mind. “This pervert raped me that time!”
Ooh!— as the wind blowing goes —They're sure bold! has thought by everyone, excluding Kilie, Jaino, and Jena.
Wanting a clarification, Jena asks, “So, he’s a criminal after all. So you’re going to arrest him? You know... he is our savior…”
“No— no, no, no, no. It, it’s not like that honey. He’s a good man though. He never did committed crimes. And why we’re chasing him, is a different matter,” Kilie has apologized.
“That what clarifies everything!” Miera points her finger, settling everyone’s attention to Kilie. “She’s sure bold!” —has supported by the siblings' gaze, making Kilie feels ashamed.
She analyzes and realizes that she has messed up; she feels more embarrassed. “Okay fine, FINE! I admit it! I tried comforting this idiot that time but he stepped over the line!” —she has admitted, her face in red.
“Ooh— how bold,” has responded by everyone, except Jaino, Jena, and Dhumbou.
“I don’t care anymore!” Her tears plunge from her eyes.
Jaino compliments, “Well, it can’t be help. You’re so cute and beautiful that time… Even more now...”
Dismay, she gazes away. “Please stop it. You can’t bribe me.”
“I mean it.”
She knocks her fist to his chest. “Geez, you can’t just spill everything, y'know?”
But the good part is disrupted as Kilie and Jaino are startled. The big man raises his thumbs-up. Meira is in tears. Admiring the scene, Jena blushes as her hands are united. And her brother is admiring Jaino while he thinks, Bro, seriously, you’re awesome!
Two birds' infrangible red tie
in storm suctions, severs the cord.
Destiny is e'er unwitting.
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