"The sun's out yet there you are hibernating like a bear. Are you having an identity crisis, fox?"

"Hilda, I missed you! Why are you back?" He was smiling, but his tone implied otherwise.

"I articulated with Lord Ajal, the ruler of the deceased. He granted me permission to supervise you."

"What a wise man, keeping a headache miles away from him." 

"If not for your incompetence I wouldn't be here." When Kyro was about to give her a piece of his mind, the front door made a noise.

"Keep your opinions to yourself, you wouldn't wish for them to surmise you as delirious."

"Funny how you only mention that when you want an excuse to make me shut up. Stop beating around the bush, be blunt about it." He voiced his anger in such a quiet manner that even he had trouble hearing himself.

"You're misinterpreting me, I do that to maintain your nonexistent good image." 

After breakfast, he went out to test the sword's incredible potential that she's been reminding him of every five seconds. Who knows? maybe Hilda would shut up in the meantime. Surprisingly, she did. Though it was due to Jiya and Hamza's presence.

Jiya normally is very poise, though when it comes to magic she acts like a child in a grocery store. They were located in an area full of discarded objects where nature was fighting to coexist with it. 

The past hunting seasons brought lots of hunters to this area as well as their poor concern for the environment. Jiya's father was awestruck by the sight, frantically searching for his new collections.

"Let's test on a tree." He sliced the trunk unexpectant, then the tree fell backwards. He was annoyed yet impressed.

"Now a rock!" She suggested, the fox agreed to see the sword get damaged, then Hilda would have to bite her tongue about this sword's greatness.

"It can cut literally anything." She inspected the sliced rock, it was precisely cut in half.

"Meh, it's convenient." He was irritated at how good it was.

"A blade that can cut a rock is beyond-" 

"Little crow! Help me carry these priceless relics!" She unwillingly went to assist her father in making the hut into a dumpster.

"It's good to see an admirer of my work, unlike a certain cretinous fox." 

"Your work?!" He was surprised.

"I personally created this sword, you assumed I would forfeit my body to preserve someone else's creation?" 

"My bad, I should've consulted my crystal ball." He countered her inference.

"Silence, if you don't want to seem like a lunatic. My admirer is approaching."

"Kyro, would you do me a favor?" Jiya came back, covered in dirt.

"You shall accept my admirer's request." 

One compliment from her and she's your protégée? What a fair judgement, not biased at all. 

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"My treasures! Who...Who did this?!" Hamza sobbed upon seeing his precious trash in a million fragments. 

"Didn't we overdo it? Your father is even crying over it." He whispered, feeling bad.

"He'll get over it." She wasn't a tiny bit worried. " He'll restart his collection once we move to the Dierdre village."

"Huh? We're moving?" He was oblivious to that.

"Yes, this place is too small for the three of us." 

Indeed, there were three rooms that hardly accommodated two people. One was a rustic kitchen, the others were Jiya's and Hamza's rooms. They divided her room, while his roommates were Hilda and a pile of trash.