Ch. 16 - Let's Talk About This

Up until then, Magina the assassin had never imagined how much of a hassle spellcasting was for wizards. With brows slightly raised he followed Ash and Mykee's hand motions and formations then wondered: were those really necessary? In the worldwide anime-manga sensation Naruto, the shinobis performed rituals called hand seals to use certain abilities. In order for those techniques to work, the proper set of hand seals must be done since each technique or jutsu corresponded to a unique combination of hand seals. And Magina was very well aware of all that. He'd been a Naruto fanatic from the day he was born. Back to the wizards, it was obvious that Ash and Mykee were just dancing weirdly, which of course was something you'd never expect from ninjas. But at the end of the day, they were magicians. Masters of the elements. Another stuff that worried the assassin was the annoying fact that wizards needed an exceptionally high intelligence only to be applied in an odd-looking style of manipulating ice and water. It's so uncool yet that was out of the question. A more important matter needed to be taken care of.

"Where's Chaty?" Magina greeted the Aborigine Captain with a threatening gaze.

The aborigine territory immersed itself within the ruins of an ancient civilization that was built in a wide pit below ground level. The only things that connected it to the world above were stairways of stone located at each of the four main directions of the excavation. A round performance platform or more appropriately a theater settled in the midst of an encompassing ring of audience seats. The bottom of the structure was layered with no more than sand, and perhaps due to its age, the original flooring had been buried and forgotten.  It was on that level where the aborigines reared up their queer little cottages. Lust and his team were there, and so was the aborigine who called himself the captain.

"I don't see why I have to tell you anything," the captain answered dryly.

Morpheuz walked up and constricted the man's neck with his long, sturdy fingers. "You're a hard nut to crack!"

"Go ahead. Kill me!" The aborigine spat. "Nyahahaahahaha!"

"No, no! Stop it, Morph. You're gonna kill him! We need him to talk, ya hear?" Magina removed Morph's hand from the aborigine's neck. "Doesn't work that way. Let's leave this to Lust."

Lust, the guy with the highest level, strode forward holding a GW Chain Scimitar. "Strip him naked," he told his buddies.

"W-wait...what are you up to???" the aborigine demanded.

"Nothing invasive, actually. I'll just have to stick this scimitar's handle up your poophole." Lust pretended to measure the handle's dimensions. "Hmm... 8 inches long, 3 inches wide. Oh god. I hope this doesn't hurt you."

"Please! Let's talk about this!"

"Then start talking already!"