Strongest Grimoire Of The Gods

Chapter 17: White Crimson Hunt (2) Hanzo

Four more arrows came from the same direction. Tyr furrowed his brows, grabbing two arrows in mid-air before Blink Stepping away from the other two.

He cracked the two he had with his fingers before throwing them on the ground and trampling them to pieces.

"Show yourself!" He shouted furiously into the forest. "Motherfucker!" He exclaimed loudly.

He already knew that GG not only allowed him to understand every possible language but that it also translated his speech multiplied with his core intentions to make sense to all other ears as an understandable language to them.

So, if Tyr were to speak Chinese and you were only able to understand English, then you would still understand Tyr's Chinese as English despite the difference in how it sounded.

A few seconds of silence passed as the pain in Tyr's shoulder began to radiate through his entire body.

'I would dislodge it... but I don't want to be heavily bleeding in case a fight breaks out.'

He waited until he heard some footsteps slowly approach him through the dense vines and large leaves in front of him.

A young man dressed in black dress clothing stepped out of the bushes. His pants were tight, and his coat, white in contrast to the rest of his attire, was lengthened all the way down to his knees. He wore white gloves, had brown hair with tinges of white, had a small device in his ear, and was fairly short, around 5'6 ft. in stature. In terms of age, he looked no older than 22.

He wore a monocle and held a wooden bow that seemed way too low quality to be from his real arsenal. Tyr made sure to keep note of this odd detail.

"As expected, you aren't him." The young man said, shining one of his gold-plated teeth as he spoke. He had a stoic expression on his face.

Tyr was processing a lot of things through his brain right now.

'So... humans exist here as well.' He was more astonished than anything else.

He understood that this was probably going to need some thinking to get used to. After all, he had fully expected to go on with his life never seeing a human face again.

Now, seeing this idiot's face in front of him was sort of a bittersweet moment.

There was a hint of relief to see a fellow human, or whatever this species was that resembled a human so closely--but that was heavily overshadowed by the furious anger that Tyr held towards the guy.

"You mean to tell me you shot at something that you weren't sure was your target?" Tyr said, attempting to reason with the guy and hold in his anger.

"No." The monocled young man said, "I was 95.0012% sure that you weren't my prey."

"Don't give me that shit, you nerd freak!" Tyr blurted out, "If you weren't sure, you shouldn't have shot!"

The young man paused, fixing his monocle. After a few seconds, he raised his bow horizontally with one hand.

"Nerd freak? The name's Hanzo... and what I gave you was a warning shot. It did its job perfectly since this isn't my real weapon. All I wanted was to see if you were my target or not. I didn't want to actually kill you."

He dropped the bow, at which point it quickly condensed into a wooden ring and floated onto his ring finger.

On his middle finger was an iron ring, which he took off and threw in the air.

It shifted and contorted, rapidly expanding in size to reveal a metallic bow that looked futuristic.

The string was a thin red laser and the edges of the bow were made from transparent blue glass.

Tyr exhaled from his nose, dislodging the arrow from his shoulder.

"You better tell me that you have a healing potion or something," Tyr said, not knowing if his terminology was correct.

He just knew that in fantasy novels and games, that was what they were usually called.

"A healing what?" The young man said with a confused squint on his face. And then, his brain seemed to click, "You mean a health capsule?" He pulled out a red pill from his coat pocket and tossed it over.

Tyr grabbed it, still looking at Hanzo with a mean glare.

"You can eat it... caveman." Hanzo exclaimed with a slight scoff.

"W-what did you call me!?" Tyr exclaimed in surprise, offended.

Hanzo chuckled slightly, "You know, you're not that boring, kid."

Tyr paused, the pain getting to him. He popped the capsule, instantly feeling the same sensation from when the Pixie healed him after the Charwolf fight spread all over his body.

In a few seconds, his small injury had been patched up--leaving a slight scar.

"It's not just called a health capsule by the way. Some might call them Healing Tonics as well. Or maybe Vitality Pills off to the east..." Hanzo looked to the side as he seemed to think of even more possible options.

"Whatever man... I don't care. What are you hunting anyways?" Tyr exclaimed, hesitant but curious.

Even though he was still upset at the young man who had just shot him... this was the first human interaction he had had in a damn while.

The ability to laugh and connect, and to just understand another being wasn't something that you would expect to be able to move you so easily, but evidently, it was a spectacular feeling in its own right.

Hanzo put his large bow on his shoulder, raised a brow, and put on a condescending look on his face as he said: "Che! What would a small fry like you gain from knowing what kind of bait the big fishes go after? Just continue living in the forest, weirdo."

The best description Tyr could come up with about Hanzo's face was that of a 'dickhead douche.'

Tyr's left eyebrow twitched for a second in anger.

"You wanna see who's the small fry, and who's the bass?" Tyr exclaimed, converting his anger to a challenge.

Hanzo paused. He snickered slightly, but his squinted eyes hinted at him actually considering the idea.

"Look... Drance has already been up my ass about finding this stupid beast."

'Drance? Is that a person or place?' Tyr mused instantly.

Hanzo continued: "I really don't want to waste time fighting a random like you. Plus... I probably shouldn't be wasting any materials if I'm fighting the strongest thing in an 85-mile radius of Gitran."

There were a lot of questions that sprouted up from these words, but the one that Tyr focused on was: "Wait... are you hunting White Crimson?"

Tyr surmised this by the fact that Hanzo said he was fighting the strongest thing. This instantly reminded Tyr of the beast he was going after as well.

Hanzo's left brow raised in intrigue, genuinely this time.

'Only Drance's highest guild members know that name... how could this crazy bum have any clue about it?'