Kross was as ripe as they get, with his neck stretched to its limits and his veins bulging with hot blood, already dripping from the last cut, with this glory in sight, there was absolutely no way that the rookie would miss this one, his commitment to the hunt is ingrained in his brain, and moments like this are his driving force, his mantra, his chakra, call it what you like, but this 'energy' that kept him alive, was at its beak at the particular moment, he leaped.
With a shadow of a demon and with uncompromising eyes, he leaped in front of Kross, Kross, the pale demon, could not help but follow the movement of the rookie with his look as if he is seeing an apparition, this made his neck more exposed and much more desirable, calling for a young, thirsty blade to pluck it up with a swift swing, like a virgin daffodil.
Playing more to his strengths, the rookie realized that he had officially won his first hunt, and thought of what to come after that, his aspirations were high, he looked at Kross, the demon with the cold scythe silva, he was big and sturdy, and as powerful as an elephant, but his luck failed him in this encounter, he was thrown out of balance at the last minute by a flying snake! talk about bad timing, he looked Kross in the eyes and saw nothing, he waved the blade and struck the neck, he landed on the other side, a giant head rolled.
The night started to fall, the youngster went to the tree and sat down, he started to mumble verses, prayers to his god, he felt utterly thankful to participate in this hunt and to see it to the end, in his prayers he often discovered details that he missed on the rush of the field, he thought of the old man Krait and his quest for vengeance, and said a prayer to his soul, he marveled at the incomprehensible action of the snake, he looked to the void eyes of Kross and thanked him for being a worthy opponent, and in his gaze, he perceived a shadow walking from afar, a silhouette of a man, approaching from the hermit.
He picked up the head and put it in a sack, he walked towards the headless corpse and picked up silva, he arranged his affairs and started walking, unworried about the man approaching, but soon he was arrested by the sniper, and disagreement was to take place.
- '' Congratulations on your hunt'' initiated the sniper
- '' thank you''
- ''it is an impressive bounty indeed, especially for a first hunt''
- '' thank you, it seems that you have something to say''
- '' yes I do in fact, this bounty is mine'' said the sniper
- '' How can you claim that ? his head in my bag as we speak''
- '' I killed him, then you tore off his head''
- '' you did not participate in this battle, you've had almost no hand in what happened''
the sniper went to take out the head, the rookie caught his hand and went for his blade, and let free a menacing vibe, the sniper withdrew his hand and put them up in a sign of peaceful conversation.
- '' calm down friend, I just want to show you something'' said the sniper
- '' keep your hands where they belong ''
- '' Alright, just take out the head, you will discover a bullet hole on the back of the neck, very clear''
he takes out the head and examines it, and a minor discussion ensues, the head does indeed have a bullet hole
- '' I shot him right before your blade swung''
The silhouette approaches from a distance, it is a man, thin and not really tall, he walks towards the two quarreling bounty hunters, they notice his presence and look towards him with apprehension and minor animosity, he smiles.
'' Hello, boys'' he says, '' looks like you've caught a big fish''
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