The Mist Vol 4 Chapter 12

Vol 4 Chapter 12

In a way, it was just three insignificant potions, but at the same time, it was undeniable evidence of Kapros's carelessness. The fact that he hadn't felt anything while being robbed was a great shame.

"Aren't those Kap's potions?"

Kran, as if he had just realized, looked back and forth between Kapros and the fallen man with widened eyes in surprise.

"...Fuck!"

The man, who had been groaning for a while, looked around quickly and suddenly started cursing as he got up and rushed at Un-o. As Un-o flinched, unable to draw his large bow due to the close distance, Kapros quickly whispered.

"Magic Shield!"

Bang!

"I desire that you break free from your existence and reveal your breath in this moment to move for me. Aerial Servant!"

After blocking the blade near Un-o's stomach by a hair's breadth, before the man could be surprised, Kapros whispered the 6th circle Aerial Servant again, and with a swoosh, his vision split into two.

He felt the invisible wind wrapping around his body. It was a bit dizzying, but now quite familiar. Moving the Aerial Servant's view among those two visions, he muttered a command softly.

"Strike between the legs first."

"...Ka, Kap. What did you say?"

While Kran, who had been standing right next to him and heard all the magic Kapros was using, asked in bewilderment, the Aerial Servant condensed in the air and then rushed towards the man's crotch with a swoosh.

"Wh-what, what is this... Argh!"

As the man, who had been retreating in surprise after realizing his blade was blocked by a strange force, suddenly curled up his body and screamed in agony, Un-o blinked and turned to look at Kapros. To the eyes that seemed to ask if he had done it, Kran nodded vigorously instead of Kapros.

Un-o sighed and picked up the three potions rolling on the ground, then kicked the man hard once more with his booted foot as if he had hit the man himself. It was Un-o's fake action to hide the fact that Kapros had used magic, which gave Kapros another chance to use Aerial Servant.

"Right hand. Left hand. Leg. Back. Instep. Shoulder."

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

"Ugh, ack, ugh, gah! Stop! Stop! Argh!"

As the man rolled around on the ground, visibly in pain to the point of seeming exaggerated despite Un-o's rough kicking motions, the surrounding people began to move away with attitudes that seemed to say, "What's wrong with that guy?" Kapros continued beating him for a while, only stopping when the man finally admitted his wrongdoing.

As Kapros slowly approached, the man looked up at him with a questioning gaze.

"...You've got guts. Touching my things."

As Kapros spoke, glaring down at him ominously, the man's body jerked violently.

"Y-you, could it be that strange magic..."

"Chin."

Thud!

"Gah!"

As Kapros uttered the word concisely, the man's head snapped back as he was hit directly on the chin by the Aerial Servant's strike. Kapros spoke quietly, just loud enough for him to hear.

"I was at fault for being careless, so I'll end it here. If you catch my eye again..."

"Ugh, ack, uh, uwa, uwaaaa!"

As Kapros pulled down the hem of his robe that had been slightly covering his nose and smiled, baring his teeth, the man trembled violently before turning around and crawling away.

"Kap... your pride must have taken a huge hit. You've completely changed..."

At that moment, Kapros whirled around at Kran's dumbfounded mutter behind him. Noticing Kapros's strangely flashing, murderous gaze, Kran immediately shut his mouth. Un-o approached and held out the potions.

"Un-o, thank you."

As Kapros slightly bowed his head in gratitude while receiving and storing them, Un-o nodded.

"It's fine."

"But how did you notice? Is it a skill?"

As Kapros asked while putting the potions back, Un-o's mouth twitched slightly upward for a moment before he spoke. If Kapros hadn't seen wrong, it was definitely a pleased expression.

"...No. I just have a good sense for that kind of thing."

"That beast-like sense isn't a skill? Is that possible?"

As Kran narrowed his eyes with a disbelieving expression, Un-o looked at him coldly.

"When you live without, you become like that."

"..."

Kran immediately shut his mouth, chastened.

After briefly considering how to prevent such incidents from happening again, Kapros turned his attention to the ring on his finger, which he had forgotten about due to not feeling its necessity until now.

'Right, I had this.'

Was it called the Ring of Storage? He remembered that it could store consumables like potions without limit if they were of the same type, which was certainly useful for him now.

Taking advantage of a moment when Kran and Un-o weren't looking, Kapros brought the potion bottles to the top of the ring and whispered softly.

"Store health recovery potion."

- Storing health recovery potion (1 type). From now on, you can automatically obtain the stored item by touching the ring and saying the name of the stored item.

Swoosh!

After looking at the empty space in his hand where the potion bottles had disappeared, Kapros followed Kran and Un-o to see them looking at a notice posted on the information board in front of the colosseum. The content was recruiting participants for the 21st Free-for-All Tournament.

After reading the content, Un-o and Kapros's eyes met with interest. Kran, who was beside them, had a very displeased expression, but when they persuaded him that it was just a battle tournament and not illegal activity, the simple-minded guy eventually ran excitedly to the registration desk.

The registration desk was located in a small space right next to the large arched entrance of the colosseum. While waiting for a few people to register in front of them, they talked among themselves.

"So the prizes haven't been revealed yet, right?"

As Un-o asked with a furrowed brow, Kran nodded.

"Yeah. Apparently, they reveal the prizes after you register and fight the first round. Seems like up to 5th place can receive prizes."

The reason for this was probably to filter out scammers who would rush in just for the prizes, but it was a headache for them.