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Shambala Sect 54

The assistant referee took a quick look at the entrance of the room before leaning toward Lirzod. “But if you can drop a silver in my pocket, I will let you choose an easy opponent.” Lirzod’s ear jerked like that of a cat. “You can do that?” “Not to everyone, but you seem like a good guy,” the assistant referee said in a lively tone, one of his eyes closed, and his lips stretched out into a toothy smile. “It’s only natural that I help you get through this deck’s test.” “That’s kind of you," Lirzod pursed his lips in thought for a moment, "but I think I can handle it myself.”

Shambala Sect 53

The moment Booboo concluded his ditty, most of the crowd had their jaws slackened, then ridicule filled their gazes right away. “What the heck happened? Did he just versify his feelings for communicating with the cat?” “That’s not it," one man among the crowd voiced his opinion, his eyes showing the disrelish he had for Booboo's actions. "How can he expect a common cat to respond to that? Well, I guess he's too drunk to know that.” "Stop trying to socialize with the cat, schmuck! This test ain't a freaking get-together party."

Shambala Sect 52

A few seconds earlier. The beggar at the entrance of the twelfth deck had been suffering from persistent hiccups for the past few hours. Be it the water or the sugar, no matter what or how much he took, they weren’t stopping. The pain was affecting his senses. And the fact that just after he had gone to get some water, Everna cured some people’s illness didn’t help him either. Currently, pressing his hand against his chest, he cursed his own life and the constant bad luck that surrounded it. As seconds passed, his hiccups worsened. However, when he turned his head and looked at a rider’s face and their eyes briefly met, his hiccups halted flat out, and a frozen expression appeared on his face like a greased lightning. He stayed the same until the clunky footsteps of the hooves faded away.

Shambala Sect 51

A brown-skinned, green-haired young man with a big belly stepped in the cat ring, which got sodding done to it. He was only 170cm tall, yet his stomach and well-stocked limbs made him appear less cute and more aged. “Kekeke, there’s no way this ‘beer belly’ can win the test. Just look at his juggling assets, ew,” one man among the crowd sneered, for the big-bellied young man was shirtless, despite sporting a pregnant woman’s belly. “That tattoo on his arm is definitely for show. I wonder which shitty tribe he hails from.” “Hehe, who cares about his tribe? I’m gonna bet against him and earn everything I lost in the last round.”