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It’s been almost a week since Wemmbu escaped from the Skyblock Civilization. The weird thing about that place was that the ruler of the civilization, Jaron, gave Wemmbu the mace. The strongest weapon, which was very rare in this world. Why did such a pacifist have such a deadly weapon? Wemmbu didn’t know, and actually didn’t care. The fact that he had to escape from the civilization alone, leaving everyone behind and unable to stop The Mafia from destroying it just because he was powerless made him hungry for more power. And the mace was perfect for that, except for the fact that he didn’t actually know how to properly wield it.
So he visited Manepear. To become stronger. To be just like him. To become the strongest person in the world so that he wouldn’t have to deal with that annoying feeling of defeat creeping up his spine, covered by his forced ignorance whenever he has to bow down.
Manepear wasn’t actually a fan of training Wemmbu until Wemmbu showed his mace and handed it to him. Wemmbu didn’t think much of it. He trusted Manepear enough to give it back. But suddenly, something unexplainable happened. The mace cracked! It made a cartoonish sound and just disappeared, leaving a purple fog behind. Manepear and Wemmbu waited for an attack, thinking they were getting ambushed.
But nothing actually showed up, except for a young looking unknown creature that poked Manepear’s arm. Manepear screamed in a high pitched voice-which didn’t actually suit him,Wemmbu thought-then jumped, confused. Of course, Manepear wasn’t the only one who was confused. Wemmbu looked puzzled, staring at the thing standing before him, something that looked human and not human at the same time.
The thing standing in front of Wemmbu and Manepear had dark blue skin, short hair with a purple to blue gradient, and blackout eyes with pupils that had mismatched blue and purple colors. Wemmbu stared at its face for a moment and frowned when his eyes drifted down to its bare body covered in smoke. He told Manepear they should just bring it inside for now. Manepear agreed. Then the three of them went into the tree house.
Wemmbu avoided looking at it as much as possible inside the tree house and took off his suit jacket to cover it. He pulled out a spare suit from his e-chest, but it was way too big for the ‘person’ in front of him. Then Manepear came down from upstairs, holding a small set of roughly stitched orange sweaters and handing them over. When Wemmbu asked what it was, Manepear said it was just a hobby of his. He giggled and added that it was a good thing he was too lazy to make it bigger anyways. Wemmbu let out a short laugh, and handed the clothes to the thing. When it just stood there and glared at Wemmbu for some reason, also didn’t really seem to know how to put them on, he ended up dressing it himself. Surprisingly the size fit perfectly. But the thing just kept staring at Wemmbu without saying a word.
While Wemmbu was dressing it, Manepear asked who it was, if it was lost, where its parents were, and all the questions but it only stayed silent and watched. The moment Wemmbu finished, it suddenly shoved him away and jumped lightly onto the wooden wall-almost like using a wind charge-before dropping down and trying to attack him. Wemmbu couldn’t dodge in time, but Manepear stepped in and blocked it with his shield decorated with an orange banner, knocking it away.
“What- whoa whoa, hey! What are you doing?!” Wemmbu shouted. The thing prepared to attack again, but before it could, Manepear rushed in and pinned it down. He lifted his head like he figured something out. Even with his eyes covered with a blindfold, it somehow felt like they were lighting up from excitement.
“Isn’t this… a legendary Weapon-Human?” Manepear murmured.
Wemmbu blinked at him and laughed. “What? What do you even possibly mean by that?”
“They’re in the legends! It says that they don’t show themselves normally.”
Wemmbu let out a sigh. The thing bit down on Manepear’s hand in resistance. “Ow-” Manepear muttered, but didn’t let go.
Wemmbu walked closer and crouched down. “So… you’re my mace, right? For real? Not some thief who stole it?”
The thing stopped struggling and slowly lifted its head, glaring at him. “You’re the thief. You betrayed Jaron and stole me, then ran away. Because you were scared. Coward.”
Wemmbu flinched. “First thing’s first, I did NOT steal you, and-“ He felt anger rising, but forced it down, keeping a strained smile on his face. “Whatever. I have no idea what you’re talking about, kid.”
Manepear tilted his head, the lion ears twitching slightly because he had no idea what they’re talking about.
When the mace struggled again, Wemmbu asked. “What do you even want?”
“I’m going to get revenge on you.” it spat.
“…And then what?”
When Wemmbu asked again, the mace went quiet.
“Exactly!” Wemmbu snapped his fingers and said with a small grin. “You’ve got nothing after that. And if you get caught by The Mafia, it’ll be way worse for you. So how about just listen, turn back into a mace, and behave as my weapon!”
The mace stared at him silently and shook its head over and over. “I’d rather work for him.” it glanced at Manepear. “At least he’s not a coward who abandoned the helpless people instead of helping them.”
Manepear watched the two of them like he was eating a invisible popcorn, clearly entertained. “Then you can work for me! Instead of him.”
Wemmbu blinked. “Bro.”
He wasn’t entirely against it-he was going to lend it to Manepear in the first place anyway-but still. The mace seemed to realize it didn’t have many options and clicked its tongue. Wemmbu narrowed his eyes, thinking that thing was probably planning to betray them and get revenge on him later, but whatever! If it worked, it worked. He shrugged and decided to follow Manepear’s lead.
Once he sorted out his inventories like Manepear told him to, Manepear suggested they raid one of The Mafia’s storage buildings without any proper training. Wemmbu complained. “Is… is this part of the training too?”
“Of course!” Manepear replied.
Even the mace which is now back in its weapon form, looked confused despite not having a visible expression right now. And the two-three-of them flew off toward The Mafia’s storage.
Manepear told Wemmbu to take care of a few chungies outside while he went ahead and flew straight past the building’s walls. About twenty minutes later, Wemmbu wiped the sweat off his face. He managed to deal with them. Even if it wasn’t perfect, he still felt a bit proud of himself. When he stepped inside, Manepear was already there, waiting on the stairs, talking to the mace in its human form. Wemmbu couldn’t hear what they were saying, but honestly he did not care enough.
“So what’s next?” he asked as he walked over, joining them as they moved deeper into the building.
A few more chunguses, only audible through the little clinking of their netherite armor because of their invisibility effects, seemed to be panicking at the sight of the Weapon-Human. They stepped back for a moment before tightening their grip on their swords and lunging forward. When Manepear grabbed the mace’s hand, it surprisingly and obediently turned back into a mace.
When they were done raiding the storage, the sun was already setting. Manepear urged them to head back before Wemmbu could even properly loot anything. Wemmbu grumbled as they returned to the tree house. What a waste, he thought. Then Manepear suggested they eat dinner as soon as they arrived.
“Wha- why-” Wemmbu argued, only to realize he was already being dragged to the table.
Under Manepear’s insistence, he ended up stuffing about three slices of pumpkin pie into his mouth. Then he noticed the mace was sitting there blankly without eating anything.
“You’re not gonna eat?” Wemmbu asked.
The mace ignored him.
“Uh, hello?” Wemmbu chuckled.
“Whoa, whoa. No fighting at the table,” Manepear cut in. Wemmbu scoffed.
”Dude. I wasn’t fighting.”
After a moment, the mace finally spoke. “…I eat experiences.”
Manepear went silent and laughed, snapping his fingers. “Wait that actually makes sense!”
Wemmbu looked at him, giggling while the mace just crossed its arms and stared in the air blankly again. Once they finished eating and Manepear started cleaning up, Wemmbu hesitated for a moment and opened his e-chest. He pulled out three bottles and tossed them toward the mace. It almost fumbled and barely caught them, glaring at him again before hesitating. And finally starting to drink them. The slight cracks on its cheeks magically and gradually began disappearing.
Wemmbu stared at the scene. How do you even drink experiences? When the mace shot him another glare, Wemmbu just whistled and looked away, thinking he’d try that later as well. What would it taste like...
A few days passed. Sparring with Manepear, listening to his lectures about The Mafia’s member rankings-though the mace seemed more distracted by a butterfly flying past than actually remembering anything-, and raiding a massive storage which ended up making them absolutely rich.
And Wemmbu realized something. When he fought against gold trimmed people at the massive storage, it wasn’t enough. If he wanted to get stronger, he had to use the Mafia’s ranking system and challenge higher ranked players. Not for some stupid goal like saving the world from The Mafia. So he decided to find a diamond trimmed members, to defeat them and prove his strength. If anyone asked who he wanted to prove it to, the answer was simple! Himself.
So with Manepear’s simple encouragement, “Don’t die.”, he got on a journey to find a diamond ranked person. He flew across the spawn, plains, and deserts until he finally reached a massive iceberg. Oh, I think I remember this place. This is where Spoke did that scavenger hunt thing. Wemmbu thought, letting out a bitter smile.
But instead of that stupid parkour map, there were houses built across the ice inside the iceberg. He spread his elytra and slowly descended. Wemmbu walked across the bridges connecting the houses. As he passed by some sweet berries planted nearby, he made a long face. Ew. There’s no way they actually eat that, right? It’s gotta be decoration. It better be. That’s what he thought to himself. And he spotted some familiar faces as he wandered around, looking through the houses.
Loppezz… and,
Loppezz and Arcn?
…uh oh. The last time he saw them was back at the Skyblock Civilization. Sure, he did abandon them and run away at the end. But before that, they used to joke around, throwing snowballs at each other. Weren’t they good friends? Ah, they liked snow, didn’t they. That’s probably why they live here. Wemmbu raised both hands like he was surrendering, thinking that to himself because Loppezz was pointing a sword at him with a glare.
“Wemmbu, seriously. Get out!” she shouted.
“Woah woah- Loppezz, let’s talk this out. What’s wrong? We’re good friends, aren’t we?” Wemmbu replied casually.
Arcn let out a disbelieving laugh. “Wemmbu, get out.”
Wemmbu just smiled and kept wandering around their ‘village’ anyway, even though Loppezz angrily followed right behind him. When he stopped to admire a snow golem, her voice snapped again.
“You left us to die!”
A blade came flying at him. Wemmbu flinched at her words for a second and laughed it off. “Alright, alright, fine! I’m leaving! geez-” he quickly spread his elytra and taking off into the air.
They were right. He did abandon them. Because he was, well, weak to protect them. …No! he wouldn’t have protected them if he had enough strength anyway. Why does he have to save them in the first place? Wemmbu shook his head and flew too fast. The freezing wind slammed into his face, making him squint his eyes. Then his communicator buzzed.
Wow. Haven’t used this in a while. He thought to himself. Wasn’t even realizing he still had it until now, Wemmbu picked up the dusty commnicator and heard Spoke’s firm voice telling him to meet up right now.
“Wh- now? Why- …Yeah, yeah, alright bro.” Wemmbu giggled and ended the call.
When he arrived at the spawn-the meeting place Spoke mentioned-he kicked at a random stone while waiting. Soon enough, Spoke appeared, moving a bit cautiously. Well, it made sense. They didn’t exactly have a good past. Wemmbu wanted to kill Spoke once. Maybe Spoke felt the same. Maybe! Past tense for him though.
Beacuse Wemmbu simply just didn’t really care about it anymore. The only thing that mattered to him now was getting stronger. So when Spoke started yapping about The Mafia, about how terrible some guy named Ash was, gesturing wildly, Wemmbu barely paid attention.
“-so if you run into a diamond player, you’re basically dead.”
But that one sentence was enough to draw Wemmbu’s attention. His demon tail twitched. “Wait. That’s literally what I’m trying to do here.” he said with a small grin.
Spoke tilted his head. “You’re trying to die?”
”No, idiot, I’m trying to find that ‘diamond player’.” Wemmbu exaggerated.
Spoke blinked his empty, glowing white eyes. “…Well. I honestly didn’t know what to pay you, but…” He continued. “I’ll tell you where they are, and you’ll give me something. Deal?”
“What do you even want from me so bad?”
“Elytras! A lot of them.”
And that’s how they ended up exploring the ruins of the destroyed PrinceZam Empire.
When they reached the castle’s armory, Wemmbu sat on top of iron bars, watching Spoke digging through every chests. With no signs of any elytra, the two of them figured that something important like that might be hidden deeper inside and made their way to the secret room where Eggchan used to be held. For some reason, Zam hid the elytras inside what was now a broken prison. I miss Egg. It’s so boring when he’s not around... Wemmbu thought to himself.
As Spoke excitedly grabbed the wings, Wemmbu spoke up. “Uhm… yeah, so… the diamond trimmed person’s location?”
Spoke froze for a second and laughed awkwardly. “O-kay my friend, why don’t we talk while we walk?”
It was already night when they stepped outside. The two of them sat on top of an almost collapsed roof, talking under the dark sky.
Or… well. Spoke was talking.
Wemmbu pressed his fingers against his temple, already getting a headache from how much it sounded like nonsense. Yeah, this was a waste of time. He thought.
But something felt off. Before Spoke could finish his sentence, Wemmbu reached out and covered Spoke’s mouth with his right hand. Spoke struggled, but when Wemmbu smacked him lightly on the back and pointed down below, Spoke froze and slowly nodded. The Mafia’s member was down there. The two of them quietly observed the person’s movements. Wemmbu rested his chin on his hand for a moment, and,
“Screw it.” He dropped down with a single word.
Clang-
Clang-!
The sound of armor tearing echoed as the fight began. Surprisingly, after a few hits, finally the invisible person’s totem popped easily, making the invisibility effect fade away.
And to his surprise, it was, …Eggchan?
wait, what?!
Eggchan explained that he was captured by The Mafia and was forced to join them when Wemmbu successfully escaped Clownpierce’s prison alone, at the dinner table. Manepear still didn’t like the fact that Wemmbu brought another mouth to feed without discussing with him, but Wemmbu silenced him with an apple pie before he could argue about it more.
The mace stared at Eggchan curiously, its slight breeze blowing around its body, wiggling its hair. When Eggchan made eye contact with it, he brought up the mace. “Wemmbu, who is this again?”
Wemmbu let go of the fork he was using to shove apple pie into Manepear’s mouth and crossed his arms. Manepear took the fork with a displeased expression and finished the pie anyway.
“It’s… the mace. A Weapon-human. …Egg, have you ever heard of Weapon-Humans? No, right? I’m telling you, this kid definitely stole my mace. Turning into a weapon is probably, well, just some kind of trick-”
The mace shot Wemmbu a glare. Eggchan’s blue eyes lit up as he adjusted his monocle. “W- wait, really? This is one of those legendary Weapon-Humans?”
Wemmbu blinked. “You too? Seriously? Bro. There’s absolutely NO way something like that exists.”
“Brother are you serious?!” Eggchan said, already getting excited. “They’re real. There ARE actual records! Oh my days… I never thought I’d ever see a Weapon-Human in my life, I thought they were extinct! Let me write this down…”
As Eggchan excitedly reached out and squished the mace’s-surprisingly soft-cheeks, the mace just stayed still. Wemmbu sighed and pressed his fingers against his temple. Manepear swallowed the rest of his pie and glanced at Wemmbu and grinned. “See? I told you.”
After the days of training after training, Wemmbu kept whining to Manepear to train Eggchan too. Refusing for several days, Manepear finally invited Eggchan to the sparring area. Wemmbu and the mace sat at the edge and watched. Well… more like they watched Eggchan’s totem pop about like fifty times. The mace was starting to doze off.
Manepear dragged the completely worn-out Eggchan back and said. “He’s beyond training...”
Wemmbu burst out laughing at Manepears words, mocking Eggchan.
“I’m a lover, not a fighter, dude…” Eggchan muttered.
After showering, Eggchan dragged his tired body into the living room of the tree house. Manepear, Wemmbu, and the mace were pulling out enchanted books from the shelves. A piece of parchment with rough translations attached on each book’s title by Manepear caught his eye, mostly beacuse one or two of them had wrong translations. When Eggchan sat down beside them, drying his hair with a towel, thinking whether if he should correct him, Wemmbu grabbed his arm excitedly.
“Egg, this kid- it can read enchantment letters! Dude, isn’t that crazy?”
Eggchan blinked and adjusted his monocle. “Well, technically it’s called an ‘ancient language’. But it IS impressive….”
“Yap city. You’re a nerd bro.” Wemmbu cut in.
Manepear watched the three of them with interest, chewing on a green apple. Eggchan pulled his knees closer and tilted his head. “Hey, uh… mace. Did you always know this language? Where did you learn it?”
The mace paused like it was thinking and answered quietly. “…I’ve always known it.” It paused and spoke again. “And Jaron taught me how to speak like you people.”
“Huh.” Wemmbu muttered, leaning back without thinking much of it. Manepear was still chewing on his apple, checking if he had a Wind Burst I book somewhere in his shelf.
“…There’s still a lot I haven’t learned from Jaron. And the Skyblock Civilization always had calm, clear winds. I- I liked it there. And I couldn’t-”
…Well, the mace started crying. Eggchan and Wemmbu both froze, caught off guard. Manepear, not knowing, didn’t turn around yet and whistled to himself.
“W-wait, I’m sorry. Did I ask something too sensitive?” Eggchan said, pulling the mace into a light hug to soothe it.
Surprisingly the mace didn’t push him away. It closed the enchanted book, titled Curse of Binding and leaned its head against him. Wemmbu clicked his tongue, unable to think of anything to say. Maybe there was a bit of guilt there somewhere in his heart. …Was he supposed to apologize? He didn’t quite know.
Manepear finally turned around at the weird atmosphere. The books he was holding dropping loudly onto the floor. He jumped down from the ladder and walked over quickly with his lion tail raised.
“Now, who made the kid cry? …Wemmbu?”
“What? Dude- Mane, are you serious? No, it wasn’t me- why would I-” Wemmbu shot back, frustrated.
“Who else could it be though?” Manepear roughly patted the mace’s head, the child was still crying something silver and not quite like a liquid from its eyes. The mace only buried itself deeper into Eggchan’s arms.
Manepear shot Wemmbu a glare. “…So? I need an explanation. Why is it crying?”
“Why are you asking me?! I didn’t do nothing!”
Wemmbu shifted into a more rigid posture, pressing his fingers against his brow. “…Fine! I didn’t have the strength, okay? That civilization was doomed to get taken over by The Mafia anyway. You seriously expect me to fight those lunatics with just one mace I didn’t even know how to wield? Think logically!” He stopped when he realized the mace was staring at him.
“Dude…” Eggchan gently patted the mace’s head and let out a awkward laugh, defending the kid.
“Yeah Egg. What? That’s why I came here!” Wemmbu snapped. “To get stronger. So I don’t let that happen again! Yeah. What were you doing? You could’ve helped me!” He knew he shouldn’t have said that. He knew it was because of Eggchan’s sacrifice that Wemmbu successfully escaped the prison. But anger got the best of him. Eggchan stayed silent without changing his face expression. Because he knew his best friend well.
Manepear watched the three of them quietly and let out a sigh. “Yeah. Then I guess I’ll have to train you really really hard, Wemmbu.”
Wemmbu snapped his head back toward him. “Bro that’s not the point- whatever.” He shot back before turning away again.
The mace wiped whatever it was pouring out and spoke flatly. “I didn’t expect anything from a demon anyway.”
Eggchan’s eyes got wide at its words. Wemmbu didn’t turn away this time. Only his demon tail twitched, betraying his attitude.
Somewhere deep down, he knew he should apologize. It’s a child, and crying because of him. But he couldn’t. He really couldn’t do anything back then! He had no gear and no resources except one mace he was forced to carry by Jaron. What was he even supposed to do with that? Fight off an entire faction trying to take over the world? Jaron ran from everything in the name of ‘peace’ and left everything behind. Wemmbu didn’t really think that was a clever choice. He wanted to ask him why so bad. But he didn’t even know if Jaron was alive anymore. Maybe he’d already been taken by The Mafia too. If he was strong enough, would’ve he been able to ask him?
After a bit of silence, Wemmbu spoke again. “…I’m… …sorry, okay? I’m trying to change things here. …I don’t want that to happen again too.” The words came out muffled from where his face was buried against his knees.
The mace blinked, its expression loosening slightly like it didn’t know what to say anymore. Eggchan glanced between them, clearing his throat.
Manepear stood up. “Alright! Then we’re starting over from here. No more pointless arguments like this. We’re all agreeing we’re moving forward, right?” He clapped once. “Let’s reintroduce ourselves. I’m Manepear. I live for fun, and if it’s fun, I do it. I own this jungle, and I’ll make Wemmbu strong for that whatever promise of his. Next. Eggy?”
Eggchan let out a awkward laugh as he realized that was supposed to be his nickname. He cleared his throat. “Uh… yeah. I’m Eggchan. …I don’t really have much to say, dude. I guess I’ll just keep researching stuff?” He giggled.
His awkward introduction made Wemmbu snort quietly. He finally lifted his head and sighed. “…dude, this is stupid. Yeah. I’m… Wemmbu. That is it.”
Manepear raised an eyebrow.
“What?! What else am I supposed to say?” Wemmbu protested but paused when even the mace was looking at him. He groaned. “…fine. I promise not to ignore people in danger anymore. …I guess.”
The mace seemed somewhat satisfied. “…I’m a mace-type Weapon-Human. I was supposed to protect my civilization, but… well. This happened. From now on… I’ll try to not blame Wemmbu too much. And help him get stronger. So that similar situations won’t happen again.” It finished simply and leaned back against Eggchan again.
Manepear looked around the now quiet room and clapped once. “Good! No more grudges now. And don’t ever fight again. It’s annoying.” As Manepear climbed back up the ladder to dig through the shelves again, the living room fell quiet, filled only with the sound of crickets outside.
Eggchan cleared his throat. “So… uh, how about we give you a name? Did that Jaron guy ever give you one?”
The mace shook its head. “Why would I need a name?”
Eggchan tilted his head. “I mean, calling you ‘mace’ all the time feels kinda stiff. Isn’t it? We’re teammates now, right?” At the word ‘teammates’, the mace seemed to fall into thought.
Watching them, Wemmbu suddenly spoke. “Gambit.”
Eggchan blinked. “Huh?”
“No, I mean a name. What about Gambit?”
The mace stayed still, not quite understanding the meaning. Eggchan lauged. “Bro. you just picked that beacuse it sounds tough, didn’t you?”
Wemmbu giggled. “Shut up. It’s cool, man.”
The mace listened to their laughter for a moment and slowly nodded, smiling. “I like it. Gambit.”
The two of them stopped laughing and looked at it. Wemmbu raised a brow. “Wait, really? Even though I came up with it?”
“Yeah.” it replied.
“Woah, alright, bet. We’ll go with that then.” Wemmbu muttered.
Right as he finished, Manepear came back down carrying several books. “Found it!” he said delightfully, placing them down in front of Gambit. “With these enchantments, you won’t lose control with wind bursting anymore. Memorize all of it by today.”
Wemmbu stared at him like this was insane. “Are you serious? Gambit has to memorize all that? In ONE day?”
Manepear answered without hesitation. “Gambit’s built different, bro.”
As the night deepened, fireflies gathered around the tree house. The sound of crickets filling the air reminded them that it was a peaceful summer night. The breeze around Gambit grew warmer as it started reading. So it changes like that when it’s in a good mood, huh. Wemmbu thought.
Days passed by. And after hearing that Gambit’s main ‘food’ was experience bottles, Eggchan started bringing them nonstop and feeding them to it like a babysitter.
“Gambit, I think you need to take a shower soon.” Eggchan said as he took out the empty bottles and rolled up his sleeves.
Gambit panicked and climbed up the wooden wall, moving exactly like it was using a wind charge again.
“Hey, kid!” Manepear called out. “You’re not used to those enchantments yet. If you can’t control it, you’re gonna get yourself hurt!”
Right after that, Gambit burst the wind magic too hard and got launched off the wall. Well, it would’ve got hurt if Wemmbu didn’t catch it before it hit the floor. I mean, I had to. It’d be a waste if my weapon broke. Wemmbu thought. Gambit shook its head a few times and looked up at Wemmbu. not attacking him anymore. Wemmbu set it down and Eggchan walked over with a worried look.
“Sorry, Gambit. Do you hate taking a shower that much? Or is water your weakness?”
Gambit shook its head. Then, it took Eggchan’s hand without resistance and followed him toward the stream with a long face. Wemmbu giggled by its terrible face expression and adjusted his tie, which got slightly messed up by the wind.
When Eggchan returned from the stream holding Gambit’s hand, the two of them were completely soaked. Wemmbu caught sight of Gambit’s exhausted face and let out a suppressed laugh without realizing it. When Gambit looked at him, Wemmbu quickly turned his head away like nothing happened.
Eggchan noticed Gambit was starting to doze off. He picked it up and went upstairs, laiying it down on Manepear’s bed without his permission. Thus Manepear looked like he was about to argue, but he just pressed his hand to his forehead deciding not to wake the kid. As Eggchan tiptoed out of the room, he found Wemmbu leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. Eggchan tilted his head and tried to walk past until, Wemmbu called him.
“Egg. Come with me.”
The two of them sat on a large branch of the tree house. The moonlight was starting to show, casting a soft glow over Eggchan’s white hair. Eggchan’s wings twitched in question of whatever Wemmbu was trying to say. Wemmbu stood there with an annoyed expression and finally spoke.
“I still need to train, Egg.”
“…So.” he paused for a moment and continued. “gear up and follow me.”