"Is this elder of yours a monkey!?" The curious and cautious voice of Zeras rang out as they both kept walking in the thick forest sward with grass and tall trees.
"Of course not, Boss. Why do you ask?" Kenji asked with a curious expression.
"I don't know. Maybe because we have been walking far away from the sect and deeper into the forest. I thought only monkeys lived in the forest, not a revered elder of the Ten Thousand Transformations Sect..." Zeras called out, his tone indistinguishable between mockery and seriousness.
"You have nothing to worry about, Boss. We'll be just fine, and besides, we are now closer than ever..." Kenji said as they walked for ten more minutes, and true to his words, a small cottage could be seen in the thickness of the forest.
"Now, I have to warn you about sothing, Boss. Elder Kang is an elder who must be treated with utmost respect and reverence. Whatever you do, please keep that in mind..." Kenji begged as Zeras's eyes twitched.
'Did I co across as disrespectful...' Zeras couldn't help but ask himself. As far as he knew, he had always tried his best to be as humble as possible.
"Good, now follow my lead, Boss..." Kenji said as he took the front, and they walked toward the cottage.
Suddenly, arriving five ters away from it, Kenji stopped and got on his knees, while Zeras's expression contorted.
"Oh, Mighty Elder Kang. We, these two lesser lives, have co to beseech your guidance. May we be allowed entry into your heavenly abode?" Kenji asked as Zeras looked at the wretched-looking abode.
'How in the hell is this a heavenly abode!?'
In silence, they waited for ten minutes yet received no reply.
"Ok, Kenji. I want to understand a few things..."
"What is that, Boss?"
"Firstly, this Elder Kang here is supposed to hand a sword over to us. I am guessing this wretched-looking cottage of his is a blacksmith's house?" Zeras probed as Kenji's face dropped, yet he nodded.
"Yes, Boss."
"Nice. Now tell one more thing. Will we be buying the weapon from him or will he be giving it to us for free?" Zeras asked as Kenji's brain tried to calculate where the series of questions was leading to, still nothing rang a bell.
"We'll be buying the weapon, of course..."
"Nice, nice..." Zeras said, and his hands grabbed Kenji's shoulder. With one swift stroke, he raised him into the air before placing him on his feet.
"Now, I think you're the one that should follow my lead..." Zeras said. His hands snatched to the side as he grabbed a leaf stalk, planting it in his mouth before waltzing towards the cottage.
"Boss! What are you doing!?" Kenji said, a cold chill running down his spine.
"Buying a weapon, duh!" Zeras replied. In the next instant, he arrived before the cottage. He raised one of his legs, slamming it on the tiny gate, which was imdiately flung open from his kick, and Zeras waltzed in without a single expression on his face.
By this ti, Kenji's heart had almost dropped out from his chest, and he could only keep quiet.
Entering into the room, Zeras could see the place was really no different from a blacksmith's ho.
There lay a wooden table where an old man with huge rusty beards and mustaches sat, his bald head shining with an otherworldly light while he kept sharpening a blade with a piece of white stone.
"Hey, you! Are you the one in charge!?" Zeras asked, as Kenji's eyes widened to saucers upon sighting the rusty-looking old man. Kenji quickly slid onto his knees, only to be grabbed on his shoulder by Zeras before his knees could make contact with the wooden floor. Zeras placed him back on his feet.
"I will ask once more, are you the one in charge?" Zeras asked again when he received no reply from the man after five seconds.
"SHRIIIINNN..." Finally, the sharpening of the sword ca to a screeching halt as the man looked at the sword with hawk eyes. He grabbed a sheath at the side and carefully slid the sword into it.
Then he proceeded to hang the sword on the wall behind him before turning to look back at Zeras, who was busy chewing the leaf at the corner of his mouth. He returned his gaze to Kenji, who suddenly felt weak in his knees from the stare and was about to fall on his knees for the third ti. Yet Zeras's hand slithered forward just in ti, as he grabbed Kenji's shoulder and raised him back on his feet before his knees could touch the ground.
"Tell , boy. What is your na!?" The voice was like that of a person who hadn't spoken for centuries, as a powerful blast of air slamd into Zeras's face, and his eardrums almost burst from the reverberation.
Yet Zeras was completely unfazed as he gave a side glance to Kenji.
"Answer, Kenji!" Zeras said, as Kenji's spine dripped by more than a thousand degrees Celsius and he abruptly spit out.
"Y-Yes, Boss. Elder Kang, et Young Master Zeras..." Kenji introduced, his eyes widening when he realized the way he had introduced Zeras. Yet before he could correct himself, Zeras spoke up.
"You see, Elder Kang, I have been told by my general here that you sell the finest swords in the sect. So I thought it would be worth it to journey for two hours and ten minutes through this thick and dangerous forest to et with you. And I have to say, I'm not that surprised. You seem to have quite the goods in here..." Zeras said, nodding continuously to himself as his gaze scanned the room where various weapons were hung.
"Wonder why they are all unsheathed though..." he finished as he turned his gaze back to Elder Kang, who slowly stood to his feet. Zeras's mouth paused in place from chewing the leaf, and his expression dropped.
"What the!!!?"
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