District 42-Chapter 336: Blind, but fine

MMA brought Casper to see how the other Aesirs were doing.

Before, he said that they were still in the process of recovery and that it wouldn’t last too much time until they could be better again and ready to fight against those Vanirs.

Casper didn’t know what he meant by that. After all, Canute and Ivar were out of the question to be recovering so soon.

Ivar was a special case, where all his body got destroyed and some of his senses were disabled. Although they could work to heal it the best way, the healers couldn’t go any further than recovering just a percentage of his senses.

Casper couldn’t believe that the Fenrir would come back to the battlefield so soon. Actually, he thought that MMA was going to make him retire for the rest of his life.

It wasn’t something made out of pity for him, only. In truth, it was a measure to maintain the Royal Family’s safety. After all, in a time when he was truly needed, Ivar wouldn’t have what it takes to protect everyone. He would not be able to fulfill his only duty as an Aesir.

MMA was aware of Casper’s thoughts but still didn’t say anything about it out loud.

When he said that the Aesirs were recovering, he didn’t add any exceptions. He witnessed with his own eyes what those guys were capable of doing, and how far they were willing to go to keep protecting those they loved. It was something quite admirable on its own.

However, despite their goodwill and seriousness about their duties, it was even more admirable their capacity to go through troubles and get more powerful each second.

No wonder they were gods.

MMA brought him precisely to see how Ivar was doing.

Since the soldier was doubting him the most, he wanted to slap him on the face by showing something interesting.

Instead of taking Casper to a tent, though, the Boss led him toward a place a bit far away from the other tents. It was a terrain that wasn’t sold to anyone in District 42, so there were no houses there, nor plants growing.

The Ridires were using those grounds to train. Those who weren’t debilitated didn’t want to be idle at all, so they borrowed that place to use from time to time.

Casper saw that a lot of Ridires were gathered in a circle and watching something excitedly as if they were seeing some sort of show.

The soldier got curious about what it was. MMA simply pushed him forward and prompted him to get together with the Ridires and see what was going on.

Once he got there, passing between the people gathered, he couldn’t believe what his eyes were showing to him.

Ivar was standing in the middle of the circle, his fists clenched. He didn’t move an inch, as if he was a statue. He had a strap of clothes covering his eyes.

One could notice that the Aesir was taking long and deep breaths, trying to raise his concentration to its peak. The rhythmic noise of his breathing seemed almost mesmerizing.

Three Ridires were sieging him, walking in circles around Ivar with their hands raised in front of their faces.

’I-Is he going to fight against those guys all alone, and in this condition? He can’t even see properly, man!’

The soldier was sure that, soon, the Ridires would be ones attacking first and assaulting the Aesir with an endless flurry of blows.

Fighting against someone with such conditions, even though this person had all their other senses way too sharp, wasn’t something difficult.

If you kept attacking, their chance of dodging was reduced greatly. It wasn’t like they could discern a blow coming in middle-air every time.

One needed to be some sort of superhuman to do something like this.

Nonetheless, Casper discovered that he was dead wrong.

To everyone’s surprise, the three Ridires weren’t the ones taking the initiative, but Ivar.

The man charged toward one of them. It wasn’t a random rush, but something calculated. Ivar knew exactly his position and could even follow his movements!

The Fenrir spun his body and launched a horizontal kick to the Ridire’s head. The latter dodged by inches his perfectly aimed blow, but couldn’t catch up with the next, which was another kick aimed to his stomach this time.

The Ridire needed to receive that impact. It didn’t feel like the blow of someone who just got hospitalized by having all his body destroyed. It was better than any martial artist out there.

That warrior couldn’t help but kneel on the ground and curl his body, feeling extreme pain.

Another Ridire was coming from behind, raising his hand to punch.

Ivar dodged that punch, defending with his arm another one that came afterward, then another, and another...

Contrary to what Casper supposed, a flurry of blows seemed as easy for him to dodge and defend blind as when he could still see.

Soon, he countered with an attack of his own, taking the Ridire right on his face. Nobody could clearly see his hand, such was the speed of his punches.

That single punch alone was able to get the warrior stumbling, but Ivar yet launched a sequence of three more, knocking him out.

The remaining one came with a surprise attack, but the Fenrir simply stepped to the side and let his hand hitting nothing but air.

Ivar stepped in, gritting his teeth and rotating his waist. His hand went forward as fast as a bullet.

The Ridire closed his eyes, raising his hands to protect himself.

However, the attack never came. Ivar stopped his fist inches away from his face.

"Good fight, man." He said, getting into a casual stance again.

The warrior nodded, sweating coldly.

"Great fight as always, Fenrir." He spoke in a nervous voice and shallow breath.

Meanwhile, Casper was standing on the spot with his jaw dropped.

’Oh, c’mon. That’s unfair...’