“Creating a shockwave is ok, BUT blowing off the limbs, really?” Menor questioned.

“I couldn’t help it,” Sors shrugged, “I felt like almost killing someone.”

“Hey, at least he didn’t flip you off,” Desyra added.

“Oi, you have no context on that,” Sors retorted.

“No context? I was harvesting that world! You think I would not notice?”

“Guys,” Igno called.

Desyra continued, “He only flipped you off ONCE!”

“He was at the wrong place and wrong time,” Sors admitted.

“GUYS!” Igno yelled, “Why do they look like their full of lust and joy instead of anger?”

“Desyra!” Menor called out, “It’s your chance to make peace with your sins! Go! Show that you aren’t the failure of your race!”

“Shut up!” Desyra retorted.

Currently, they were running away from people garbed in white. There were a few people knights plated in silver armor too. Due to Sors actions yesterday the partisan of the city’s church were chasing them since dawn. When they first encountered them, they felt something was off. Not caring or attempting to understand the situation the group ran.

As the day passed, the chase never seemed to stop. The four troublemakers were horrible people as they ran at a pace where their pursuers were barely out of reach. The four would occasionally stop to mock them, even when they were in the middle of a heated argument, just for the fun of it. To make the situation more bizarre they would somehow appear behind them every so often. Also when their pursuers thought they were about to catch their targets they would somehow dramatically slip or trip.

At one point in the chase the church partisans had lost sight of the group of four, but only to find them minutes later causally eating at a random restaurant or nearby bar. Another problem they encountered was that the four could somehow phase through walls. With the amount of trouble and confusion that had spread through the city, it was amazing that the town guards did not join the chase.

Yawning, Igno spoke, “Hey, isn’t that the girl who bled a sea from yesterday?”

Looking ahead, Desyra said, “She does look familiar.”

“She is, you forgetful bunch,” Menor verified.

“Shouldn’t she still be hospitalized,” Desyra pointed out, “She still has bandages all over her body.”

“Hm? Seems the brat is going to yell something,” said Sors.

“YOU LIARS!” the girl shouted.

“That’s unexpected,” Menor spoke.

Coming to the stop the group walked up to the bandaged girl. It was not every day that such a young girl would accuse people of lying. Squatting down Desyra asked the girl for the reason for her claims.

“You could have helped yesterday! Every single one of you could have helped! You let people die yesterday!” the girl complained.

Awkwardly scratching the back of her head, Sors asked, “How could we help? The thing was a giant rat and killed so many knights. How can four people like use kill something takes an army to kill?”

Coughing a bit, Igno spoke, “Little girl not everyone is strong, we may look strong but we can only run away-“

“NO! ALL OF YOU ARE LIARS!” the little girl shouted, “Hero said that strong people hide their power. They say that their power will harm others, but Hero said that with training you won’t hurt people. Hero said…”

Hearing the girl go on and on about a hero, the four troublemakers could only roll their eyes. From all those things the girl said they knew there was a stupid Gary Stu with no life experience. With such thoughts, they agreed to leave the city as soon as possible. No one wants to deal with a good for nothing Hero.

The girl continued, “Hero says that with great power comes-“

Putting finger on the girl’s lips, Desyra spoke, “With great power comes endless expectation. With endless expectations comes sacrifice. With sacrifice comes regret. With regret becomes despair. With despair comes internal death.”

“But…but…”

Desyra continued, “Little girl how can you make other people happy when you yourself can’t be happy? How can you help anyone if you can’t help yourself? Thinking of others is a great thing to do, but what do other people think? Will they take it for granted or will they pass it on? No one knows little girl. Life is a misery filled with cherry colored moments. Not everyone is suited to help others.”

“Damn,” Igno muttered, “If I didn’t know her true personality I would call her wise.”

Throwing a misplace kick, Menor replied, “At least understand the atmosphere.”

“But my comments would usually be missed!” Igno cried.

With the sudden change of the atmosphere, the four began to head to the city gates, but the girl tried to stop them where ever they went. Sadly she could not successfully stop nor convince them. She was able to see through lies, but against the four troublemakers, it was meaningless. They only stopped right before the city gates when the girl asked why.

“Why do you not help anyone? Why do you not help the sick? Why, why do you not use your powers to help the good… why?”

Waving his hand, Menor replied, “We all have seen reality’s worst and its best. Due to unlimited possibilities, there would always be a balance even when in chaos. You can’t save everyone. Only can we grow the most from the worst. Only then when you turn back you see reality, as you could only help so many, while much more still suffering. Everyone has a story. There are no black and white as there is no true evil nor there is true justice; just untold, hapless stories that no one cares for. Trust us; we had tried to save everyone already. We had reached out our hands, we had dragged people into the light, but in return, we all were betrayed, backstabbed, sold out, forgotten, and left for dead. We can’t help everyone. We know many things, some that we would hate to admit. The only reason for our idleness is because of our long life. We are just tired… At least we are here, providing advice is the least we can do.”

“You see, his speech was way better,” Igno commented, “At least he isn’t a psycho-stalker.”

With a missed punch, Desyra replied, “Seriously, have some etiquette.”

“I’m not the only one who needs it,” Igno coughed.

Walking out of the city, the four pretended to not know the guard they fooled yesterday. The girl was going to attempt to follow them but one of the guards held her back. He saying it was dangerous for her to leave. With the backs of the troublemakers gradually shrinking the girl could only cry, she was still too young to understand the wise words Menor provided her.

“Don’t worry I’ll talk to them, come on,” spoke a voice full of determination from behind the girl.

Walking for an hour or so, the group of four somehow ended up arguing about the correct posture of catching a ball. Feeling some people approaching them their nice conversation came to a halt.

Remembering something Igno said, “Oh! Are we not going to question how the girl has an ability to detect lies?”

Shaking his head, Menor counted “5, 4, 3…”

“2,” Sors continued.

“1,” Igno finished with a sigh.

“HOLD IT!” called out a person clad in white armor on a horse of similar color.

With the arrival of the unneeded mob characters on horses, the four looked at each other with bitter expressions. They all thought the person was definably a Gary Stu, and the concept of the white knight was taken a bit too far. Looking behind the white knight verified the wish fulfillment of the Gary Stu, as there multiple women of various nationality and species.

“Should you guys run?” Igno asked.

“We were running the entire morning thought,” Desyra replied, “I think its best if we listened to them at least once. If not we could just fly away.”

“If he’s going to show a Mr. nice guy face I’m going to punch- no kill him,” said Menor.

Tilting her head, Sors said, “Hey, it’s the guy I shot yesterday, I think. How did he get his limbs back? I thought I blew them to smithereens.”

“Was it that guy?” Igno questioned, “I don’t remember him.”

“But I’m sure… No, I must be imagining things,” Sors waved the thought away.

Talking about their reactions to the person in front of them, the four somehow reached the same conclusion. They would hate the guy, no matter how much goodwill he had. All of them had the urge to blow up the boy where he stood, but out of courtesy, they give the Gary Stu a minute to speak.

The Gary Stu introduced, “Hello, I’m-“

“Gary Stu,” Menor interrupted, not caring.

“No, my name is-“

“Gary Stu,”

“I bid your pardon but my name isn’t-“

“Gary Stu,”

“Yes, and my name is-“

Turning to his companions, Menor asked, “You heard Gary Stu, right guys?”

With voices of agreements and nods of heads Menor’s answer became the truth regardless of Gary Stu’s objection. Seeing the stubbornness of the four in front of him, Gary Stu accepted his fate. Believing that the conversation had concluded Menor and his companions turn to leave. But before they could have enough time to start another pleasant argument, they were halted. Gary Stu’s entourage had circled around and surrounded them.

“Please join us,” Gary Stu pleaded, “I know you all have power. With our powers combined, we can help-“

“No.” “Natta.” “Grow up.” “Declined.”

Being interrupted by words of rejection, Gary Stu had almost fallen off his horse. Being a Gary Stu the boy continued to request for their help, but glares of enmity were all he received. As if he was as stubborn as a child the boy kept insisting for them to join their ‘heroic duty’. Having no patience for such things the group of four leaped over the encirclement and continued their journey. To their dismay, Gary Stu followed.

After a couple hours of walking, Menor became mischievous. Even if the current argument was interesting, only talking would leave anyone dull. What else was better than using the stubborn boy to waste a bit of time? With that thought, Menor turned towards Gary Stu.

“Would you shut up!?” Menor demanded, “Going on and on about your silly fantasy of helping everyone. Why don’t you go help them instead of bothering us?”

Noticing a non-existent chance, Gary Stu spoke, “I know I could be helping people right now, but if I can earn your assistance then we can help many more.”

“Ignorance is bliss,” Menor muttered, “Ok, I’ll help-“

“Really?”

“On one condition. That condition is that you beat me in a dual.”

Nodding his head, Gary Stu hastily agreed to the match. Little did he know his rash and bold personality would lead to a disaster. Menor’s companions, who were standing nearby, could only look in pity at the boy who will run face first into reality.

“If you win I’ll help you, but if I win…” Menor paused for a second, “One of you die.”

Hearing such a proposal, Gary Stu’s entourage begged the boy to reconsider after feeling a horrible omen. There was a high chance that he would die, which was true. Regardless of his group’s plea, Gary Stu still accepted the challenge. Being such a foolish boy he was, he thought the challenge was just another obstacle that he must overcome. Many times had he faced impossible odds, many times he barely won to live and tell the tale. Yet the boy did not understand that such things as luck were meaningless in front of Menor and his companions.

Walking onto the open field with Menor, Gary Stu drew his blade. Seeing that Menor had no weapon the boy warned Menor that he should at least have a weapon on him. Replying with a shaking head Menor stayed silent. The very existence that Menor was could be considered lethal, yet the boy did not have the instincts or the intuition to understand such a thing.

Acting as an honorable crusader, Gary Stu allowed Menor to attack first. Responding in kind Menor pointed a finger at the boy. As the wind blew and the grass swayed, Menor’s little action did not indicate any changes to the environment. Then with a flick, Menor pointed up. Along with Menor’s small gesture, a spike made of earth erupted, faster than any normal eye could see, from under the boy. Before the boy could be skewered he was pushed aside by one of his female companions.

With only the sound of coughing and dripping blood, she was impaled like a needle through cloth. Her white robe stained red and the book she held fluttered to the floor. Coughing blood, she looked at the boy who was frozen in terror, she spoke a few words of regret before she died.

Yawning, Manor spoke, “That was to be expected,”

Being filled with rage, the boy and his entourage attacked. They all thought Menor was joking and never did expect that he would actually commit cold murder. One by one they were all killed in a quick and efficient manner until the boy was left alone. To Menor, all their attacks were too wide allowing him plenty of openings. The armor and robes they wore had too many gaps that a knife, that he took, could easily slip through, especially since none of them had their neck or face protected. Being kicked down, with his limbs dislocated and his armor wrecked, Gary Stu began to fall into a delusion.

“I… I was… supposed to be… the hero…” Gary Stu muttered.

Tapping one of the boy’s gaping wounds, Menor replied, “Hero or not, I don’t care. You’re just an unfortunate victim of stubbornness and innocence. Let this be a lesson, Gary Stu, death is a blessing.”

Standing up and walking away, Menor did not even give the dying boy a glance. Snapping his fingers, Menor turned reality to fiction. All the things he had just done ceased to ever exist. Resurrecting the people he had killed and erasing the injuries he caused. It was as if the bloody massacre of one of the world’s supposed strongest group of mortals were all an illusion.

Seeing that his companions were somehow alive, Gary Stu shed tears. All of Gary Stu’s companions could not believe nor could they understand how they lived. Each one of them had seen the light at the end of death’s tunnel and were about to pass on. It was a given miracle that they still breathed. Ignorance was bliss were words that rang true.

Gary Stu filled with overwhelming joy, ran up to Menor, “Thank you, even if you seem horrible and did kill us, your still-“

Whoosh!

Before Gary Stu could finish his words, Menor flung a knife over his shoulder. It flew past the boy’s head, barely scratching his ear, embedding itself in one of the heads of the boy’s companions. Killing her instantly as her body fell to the ground.

Walking away, Menor spoke, “There’s no such thing as miracles. One must always pay the price they owe.”

Falling to his knees the boy could not utter a single word while his companions were the same. The roller-coaster of emotions they had felt derailed and ended down the drain.

Walking away from the defeated, Sors said, “You’ve gotten soft.”

“Yes, killing the one with a second body,” Igno agreed.

“I already sent that girl a telepathic message,” said Menor.

“Oh, did you gain some interest?” Desyra leaned forward.

“Going to finish the job.”

“…”

For a moment there Menor’s companions thought they would see the rare light consideration from him, but instead it was the blunt reality shaking lessons he does. The mindsets of the long-lived were always odd, they usually did not take life and death into consideration, especially since they did not currently care for the ripples they made. Well, killing might be too far but to people like Menor death was just a passing breath. In reality, Menor was the only one that can grant true death to anyone who passed the barrier of memory dilapidation.

“About miracles not existing, there’s Alice. If she heard what you said…” Igno pointed out.

“Then come up with a word that describes turning impossible to ensured, in the current language we’re using,” Menor asked.

“There’s… Well… Um…”

“See, it is difficult to do such things and-“

“You’re just lazy,” Sors interrupted.

“Correct, I told her that name ages ago. Suddenly changing it would be troublesome. Also being called miracles is something to be proud of.”

“What’s pride towards someone who puts divinity of copulation to shame!?” Igno retorted.

“I still don’t understand how that got around,” Menor muttered.

“The same way the word about Ve was spread,” Desyra sighed.

With useless bantering, the four followed the dirt paths. Even though they had forgotten to search their objective, it did not bother them the slightest. The fact that they did not care for the seeds of disaster they planted showed the indifferent mindset they had.

“Now that I think about it,” Igno pondered, “In other’s eyes aren’t we a bit too brutal and cold.”

“Of course, what do you expect?” Sors answered, “Our morals are completely different and had been shaken to the brink of insanity. Also, take the fact we don’t really care about our actions currently.”

“Having such a bad reputation would not hold too well, though.”

“Says the one who can vanish from existence,” Menor retorted.

“A bad reputation holds no meaning to us in the end,” said Desyra, “Instead all we receive is pity and envy, from anyone who can truly understand.”

“Pity and envy,” Sors rolled her eyes, “Erasing a few worlds in our rampage defiantly calls for those.”

Hearing Sors’ sarcasm, all of them gave off a sad laugh. They had done many things that could never be atoned for. No matter how much power one held, guilt was something they knew was inescapable. With regrettable memories, they walked in silence. After a while they quickly returned to their cheery mood, acceptance was something they were forced to learn. Guilt and acceptance, some of the things that they would never give away.