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Jade nodded. Yes. She is still too young for a college admission.
Kent sighed. "Sounds annoying." I guess… I have no choice.
Jade shrugged. "Sounds easier than paying a giant donation." You know when the cultivation college opens. All rich and big families, clans and other organizations will send their kids with huge donations. The government will choose the benefits option first.
Kent tapped the table. "…Damn, he’s got a point." He glanced at Nima.
Nima, who had been quietly boiling in rage, suddenly spoke up. "I. Don’t. Want. To. Go. To. College."
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Kent sighed. "Too bad. It’s happening."
"You tricked me into coming here!"
Kent nodded. "And I’ll trick you again if I have to."
Nima opened her mouth to argue—
Jade stole another plate of dumplings.
Nima snapped.
She slammed her hands on the table. "Fine! I’ll go to a stupid college! But only because I refuse to let this fatso eat all the food while I suffer!"
Jade: Why is she so angry with me? Women!!! It’s hard to understand them. I can’t even understand a little girl. How will I manage when I get married? Bro, can you tell me why she is so angry?
Kent chuckled. "Bro, she is just a rebel child. Don’t focus on her. Eat… eat… eat some more."
Jade wiped his mouth and stood up. "Good talk. I’ll be expecting results soon." Then he patted Kent’s shoulder before leaving. He thinks while walking, I made a good deal. I don’t have time for this princess work, I will take over the black market of the metro city. I will be rich!! My bro Kent, once I take over the black market I will let you open a shop there for free.
Kent sighed and leaned back in his chair.
Nima glared at him. "I hate you."
Kent grinned. "You’ll thank me later."
Nima crossed her arms. "Doubt it."
A waiter arrived with more food.
Nima snatched a plate before Kent could blink.
Kent frowned. "Now you’re stealing food too?"
"Shut up. I deserve this."
Kent laughed and shook his head.
With the deal set, he now had two ridiculous missions ahead of him. The first mission… He had to find the Underwear Man. Kent knows who caused this problem.
Kent slapped on the table, "Nima!" he yelled.
Nima is busy with eating, She lazily turns her head towards Kent. "What?"
Kent stomped over and pointed a finger at her. "You caused the underwear pervert problem, didn’t you?!"
Nima blinked. Almost choked. "Huh?"
"Don’t ’huh’ me! Who did you send to buy snacks while I was in the ruins?!" You even argue with Jade saying how an underwear man can carry snacks.
Nima froze mid-bite.
Kent crossed his arms.
Nima slowly turned to look at her surroundings, then back at Kent.
"...It was Raka," she muttered.
Kent slapped his forehead. "I KNEW IT!"
Raka was one of Nima’s soul servants. A giant, muscular warrior with more brawn than brains. And, unfortunately, since Nima controlled his soul… Raka wore whatever Nima thought him to wear.
Kent dragged a hand down his face. "Nima. Why? Was. He. Only. Wearing. Underwear?" I told you to make him wear clothes. See, now you cause a big problem.
Nima fidgeted. "Uh… I thought it was funny?" I want a WWE servant. Why can’t I do whatever I want? This world is so cruel to a little girl like me.
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Kent stared at her. Stop that, you can’t fool me. I know you very well. You need to give Raka some clothes.
Nima looked away, whistling.
"Let me get this straight," Kent said slowly. "You sent a huge, half-naked warrior to buy snacks, and now everyone thinks he’s a pervert."
Nima nodded.
SIGH!! Kent rubbed his temples thinking. "Why are you like this? Why can’t my little sister be a cute child?"
"I am sorry!" Nima pouted.
Kent sighed again. "Nima, you don’t understand. Once you have power you have to use your power to help others not cause trouble for them.
Nima snorted. "Okay, I got it." Let me eat now, I am hungry. That fat guy ’Jade’ ate all the food, I couldn’t eat anything.
Kent groaned. "This is a disaster." You are still thinking about eating.
"I can fix it!" Nima waved her hand. "I’ll just tell Raka to wear clothes now."
Kent shook his head. "No. That’s not enough. We need to make sure no one thinks he’ll come back."
Nima frowned. "How?"
Kent took a deep breath. And then, the dumbest, most genius plan popped into his head. A slow, evil grin spread across his face.
Nima stepped back. "Oh no. I don’t like that look."
Kent cracked his knuckles. "We’re going to out-perform the pervert."
Nima blinked. "Excuse me—what?!"
Kent’s grin widened. "It’s time," he said dramatically, "for me to become the ultimate pervert catcher."
Nima stared at him in horror. What are you planning, big brother?
Kent sighed. "Alright, enough talking. We need to fix this before the watcher starts a hunt for him."
Nima tilted her head. "What’s the plan, General?"
Kent leaned forward. "Simple plan:- Raka’s too dumb to realize he’s causing a problem, so we need to make him leave on his own. We do that by giving him a fight he’ll never forget. When he loses, his warrior pride won’t let him stay." This will be the plan and story I will tell Jade.
Nima perked up. "Ooooh, that sounds fun. So you’re going to challenge him in public?"
Kent smirked. "No, you are."
Nima’s smile froze. "Wait, what?"
Kent stood up. " It will make you look good, it will help you with your college admissions file. You will become a hero of the market." Think about it, Nima, just like in anime, you will be a hero who saves people from a pervert.
Nima crossed her arms. This… this sounds good. Some wild thoughts later, I agree. Ha Ha Ha. Nima giggled. "I like it. Alright, give me a second…" I will summon Raka and send him to a market shop.
She closed her eyes, focusing on her connection with Raka. A few moments later, she opened them with a mischievous glint. "He’s in the right place."
Kent stretched his arms. "Perfect. Let’s go knock some sense into him."
A Few minutes later, Kent has done some publicity in the market, a battle will happen with the pervert snack buyer.
The Market was unusually crowded. Word had spread that a great battle was about to take place, and eager spectators filled every available space, standing on crates, leaning over stalls, and even climbing rooftops for a better view. Vendors had momentarily abandoned their businesses (all the uncle and aunty who sell beside Kent), while the usual chatter of bargaining and haggling had been replaced by excited murmurs.
At the centre of attention stood Nima, hands on her hips, chin raised with exaggerated confidence. Her long ponytail swayed as she took a deep breath and pointed dramatically at her opponent.
"Pervert snack buyer!" she called out, her voice carrying across the market. "Your days of terrorizing innocent shoppers are over! I, Nima the Magnificent, challenge you to battle!"
A collective gasp ran through the crowd. Some people whispered among themselves, while others clapped in anticipation.
On the other side, standing in front of a stall filled with roasted peanuts and dried fruit, was Raka aka the pervert. The massive warrior spirit, clad only in his undergarments, blinked in confusion before looking down at himself.
Raka: "But… I have done nothing wrong," he said, tilting his head. "I merely came to buy snacks."
"Silence!" Nima declared, cutting him off with a dramatic wave of her hand. "You have dishonored this marketplace with your shamelessness! If you are truly a warrior, you will accept my challenge. If not, then leave this place and never return!"
The crowd erupted in murmurs. "She’s right," someone muttered. "It’s about time someone stood up to him!"
"I can’t even bring my kids here without them asking why a half-naked man is buying candy!"
"Finally, justice!"
Kent stood at the edge of the crowd, arms crossed as he watched the scene unfold. He had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself from laughing. The whole thing was an act, but the way people were reacting made it even funnier.
Meanwhile, Raka furrowed his brows and sighed deeply, as if contemplating some great moral dilemma. After a long pause, he finally looked up at Nima, clenching his fists.
"Very well," he said solemnly. "If it is a battle you seek, then battle you shall have!" (Nima was controlling Raka’s dialogues. He doesn’t have intelligence now.)
Another wave of gasps filled the air.
Nima smirked. "Prepare yourself, warrior, for I will not hold back!"
The two stood still for a moment, as if sizing each other up. The tension in the air grew thick. A stray gust of wind blew through the market, carrying dust and fallen leaves, making it feel like the opening scene of an epic duel.
Then, Raka suddenly let out a deep war cry and began charging forward.
ARHHHHHHH!