Rise of the Rejected Deity from Chaos-Chapter 92 - 91: Blind Fang’s Turf [2]

Earlier….

Seiya’s elite ventured out, heading for a convenience store to get the ramen Hayne had instructed him to buy. He walked a considerable distance before finally spotting a convenience store. Stepping inside, he purchased what he had been sent for. A short while later, he exited and began retracing his steps.

As he walked down the quiet street, his steps suddenly came to an abrupt halt at a particular spot. The elite struggled to move, to even lift a foot, but an unseen force held him in place. It was as if he were bound to that very spot. For a fleeting moment, a faint shimmer glowed around him in a perfect circle—only then did he notice the white markings beneath his feet.

Confusion clouded his mind as he tried to make sense of the situation. Just then, a group of boys began to emerge, wielding crude weapons—planks, rods, sledgehammers, and more. Smug grins stretched across their faces as they closed in on the elite.

The elite immediately recognized them because three among them were the ones he and Seiya had earlier encountered in the convenience store—and they also wore in one hand, the black glove with red stitched in fangs, so he recognized them to be the Blind Fangs.

"He fell right in, hahaha," they laughed, encircling him.

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"He was acting like a big shot back in the convenience store Tch! Glad we saw him coming here and followed."

One of them approached the elite, snatching the bag of ramen from him and yeeting it aside. All of them except one who stood behind, seemingly using his ability to keep the elite trapped in the circle, stayed behind while the others rushed in with their weapons.

But before any of them could land a hit, a strong gale enveloped the elite, exploding outward the next second and blasting away everyone surrounding him.

The group of boys crashed to the ground under the force of the blast, but the one maintaining the circle that trapped the elite remained standing.

They got up, bruised from the blast—cussing as they once again rushed in at once. As they lunged at him once more, the elite seized two of them by the arms in an iron grip, using his wind to fend off the rest. He started to twist their wrists but hesitated, recalling Hayne’s warning against causing any more trouble.

He also thought of Hayne’s uncle in the hospital and how any misstep—especially killing any of them—could worsen the situation beyond control. As he hesitated, mulling over the situation, the boys saw it as their chances. Without wasting a moment, they rushed in, landing hits after hits.

Seiya’s elite merely shielded himself in defense but didn’t fight back—he didn’t want to because he feared aggravating the situation. The boys had their fun beating him up till he crumpled to the ground, bloodied and battered.

"Now then, tell us where the other one is," one of them asked, referring to Seiya. The elite remained silent, annoying the boys and prompting them to continue their assault. No matter how many times he was asked, he said nothing.

"Should we bring him along? Maybe then the other one will show up," the boys contemplated.

"We should. It’s a rare opportunity and the boss will reward us, no doubt."

As the group debated among themselves, the elite noticed that the one maintaining the barrier had paused. Seizing the opportunity, a whirlwind surged beneath him, lifting him into the air. He landed on his feet outside the circle, snatched up his discarded bag of ramen, and sprinted away.

"Damn it!" The boys cussed, taking off after him, but Seiya’s elite was too fast. Unable to keep up, they eventually lost sight of him. He made distracting detours before finally making his way home.

Present…..

Kaeliyus and Hayne came out of the room, Seiya’s mom cradled gently in Kaeliyus’ arms as they walked. Meeting no one in the living room when they reached, caused their eyes to widen in panic, their expressions pale as their eyes darted all over the room.

Realizing Seiya and his elite had once again left the house, their blood pressure shot off the roof, especially Kaeliyus’. His hold on Seiya’s mother loosened, prompting Hayne to shoot him a frantic look that silently screamed, Are you serious?!!!!’

"Here, have her," Kaeliyus passed the woman over to Hayne without waiting for his approval.

"Where ar you going?" Hayne asked Kaeliyus who had started waking away.

"To find my Lord, what else?" Kaeliyus fired back, clearly irritated. "It’s already this late into the night," he added.

"But I need help carrying out the ritual," Hayne protested but Kaeliyus offered no response. "She’s the Lord’s mother," He pressed, yet Kaeliyus remained silent, not even turning.

"Wait!" Hayne called out. His tone, sharper and different from before, caused Kaeliyus to pause mid-step.

"You…" Hayne hesitated, the weight of his words heavy. "You wanted to know HIS past, didn’t you? What he’s endured… what we’ve all gone through," Hayne continued. Slowly, Kaeliyus turned to face him.

"I’ll tell you," Hayne said, and Kaeliyus’ eyes widened in surprise.

"I will," Hayne assured, his voice steady and resolute. "So come help me with this. Your Lord isn’t a child anymore. He’ll return."

Though Hayne was concerned, his worry stemmed more from the potential trouble they might cause than any harm to Seiya. After all, anyone who crossed paths with Seiya should pity themselves, not him—he is a menace.

With that, Kaeliyus retraced his steps back to Hayne, taking over Seiya’s mother from him. They came out of the house, secured the door and started making their way to the location where the ritual would take place.

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"Bolt the doors," Seiya commanded. His elite, without further ado, pushed together the heavy double doors and bolted it like Seiya had commanded.

Seiya tilted his gaze straight ahead, his focus back on them.

"Where did this kid waltz in from?" One of the Blind Fangs muttered, puzzled.

"He doesn’t even have a presence, so weak!" Another sneered with disdain.

Seiya’s hand tightened around his staff, his gaze fixed ahead as he started taking slow intentional steps forward, casually moving into the midst of the gang.

The group gazed in stunned silence, watching the boy advance without fear. Since he didn’t possess any spiritual energy or presence, they couldn’t discern exactly what he was radiating—they couldn’t sense his overwhelming killing intent.