Dawn: Another World, Another Fight, Another Clam

"Young master what do you plan to do with him?"

Reylese was puzzled on her young masters behaviour it seemed he didn't merely wish to save the bulky man. She looked once more at the figure in the ambulance that arrived in 3 short minutes.

Such efficient movements were possible due to the exclusive service oriented roads separate from the main roads, it was truly a genius design. Still, what was going on in the cute little head of her young master?

"Who knows", Vicente nonchalantly spoke with his fingers propping up his cheek.

She pouted as she didn't get a straight answer. He basically said he wasn't telling her. Most a.d.u.l.ts would abuse their authority to get an answer out of him but she couldn't as she wasn't the a.d.u.l.t in the relationship. Even if she was, she'd never seen him given in on anything at all.

For instance, he ate his vegetables but he had some untold grudge against ball shaped greens and nothing she did made him eat them.

The ambulances in this city were naturally unordinary. They were updated and installed with the most recent medical equipment for general purposes, specialized equipment could be found at any of the hospitals in the city.

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Physical sports are always a cause for concern for those involved, because of one factor. Injuries. Injuries may scar them for life or cripple both them and their careers. The same could be said for fighters. If they couldn't fight anymore then their income is lost.

It seemed permanent damage was done to his cerebrum which suffered a severe shock, it could still perform a few functions but speech and thought were impaired. Though he showed responses to words; his diagnosis was terrible from one angle and great from another. He was basically a retarded now but he was alive.

Vicente had him brought home to receive care there. Grundy would have a full physical recovery in a few days. He personally fed him before leaving the city. Why you ask? It was his duty as his master? Grundy hadn't asked for a master you say? Well he was Damn well sold with the sum of his contract fees and medical care which totalled a million USD!!!

He was rich yes but not wasteful, he had to be repayed for his troubles and helping a fighter who put himself in this situation to begin with, it wouldn't help his heart have emotional fulfillment like donating to the needy and poor so yes he was his servant now- Vicente reassured himself that this was just and no regrets needed.

He wasn't that much of a saint to do good with no expectations at all.

Meanwhile as Vicente was embroiled in his own thoughts so was his maid who was drifting off herself, into the land of memories.

Reylese inadvertently thought of the past she had thought she had forgotten with the recent turn of events. Her thoughts drifting like a leaf in the wind falling down into an abyss. Triggered by merely the hint of the familiar weather around her.

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Kommando Spezialkräfte, German special forces, black ops unit.

Victor and Claire, two special agents raised for their roles in the military, no personal life whatsoever for thirty odd years but as they lived in the world like everyone else, emotions were made known to them by others, no they already possessed them to begin with, they just didn't understand what they were.

Over the latter half of their life/mission/career they fell in love and the fruit f their love was a beautiful red headed baby that wailed so loud, she was a siren in the night.

They were members of this elite team of soldiers and spies skilled in killing and espionage. Reylese was conceived during an undercover operation her parents were taking part in.

They literally lived life on edge so as soon as their daughter could walk and talk, she was educated strictly in skills of espionage and several essential techniques. She couldn't practice now but similar to the technique used on them, she was taught now and would remember in the future how to enact their teachings.

A form of brainwashing for kids, without the twisted ideologies. Of course, she wouldn't end up like them but she would do well to have such mechanisms ingrained in her psyche.

Reylese grew up thinking for herself at an early age.

Her parents cared for her but their mission spanned over years- an entire lifetime - and on was still going so they hadn't the time to care for her.

In that environment with her alone in an unfriendly area without protection she was almost preyed on several times. The first was especially memorable. It was a memory branded deep within her mind.

She had lost her doll and was looking for it in the back alleyways foolishly, as she lost it on the main street but she was too young to have such common sense. She stumbled upon a a vicious yellow skinned man raping a woman.

The her at that time screamed, catching his attention. He slapped the woman viscously to the wall and grabbed the little girl who was weak in her legs. She was horrified. The man made her watch as he finished the act of shoving his disgusting tool repeatedly in the woman before mutilating her, he grabbed her preparing to do unspeakable acts.

She was trembling thinking the world seemed so cold and scary when she felt something cold and hard against her c.h.e.s.t. It was strangely empowering. The knife gifted from her parents.

The next thing she remembered was being covered with blood with a bloodied knife in her small hands. A corpse at her feet and the woman who committed suicide afterwards.

Most child soldiers lost their parents and were thrust into war, so was she. Ironically a scion of an enemy country turned soldier for the country her parents infiltrated.

Her parents died 3 years after when she was 10 years old, soon after her second regional war, the madam found her and she buried that all in the depths of mind, never to surface again until now.

<I must survive>

Those words she repeated over and over again within her head back then came to her but without the absolutely power she had given them all those years ago.

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"Reylese. Rey! lese!"

"Ah-yes?"

She awoke to her young master calling her name. Vicente eyed her suspiciously- what was with her just now.

"We're heading out the city remember"

"Let's go"

"Of course"

"Anyways Bocchama don't you think you'd look cute in..."

"Stop it, I said no, I'm not wearing those."

"But look at the cute little panda and-."

"No means no."

"But-"

"How about I spend the night at a resort, By. My. Self."

"O k, no cute little panda shorts [email protected]@[email protected]@@$"

Reylese went into a full description of the infant clothes and their cuteness and their effects on her heart; lifting her head up ever so often to see if she was denting his resolve.

Her efforts were unsuccessful as Vicente ignored her and eventually fell asleep.

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Europe hadn't many english speaking person's in comparison to north america and its neighbors, except for the rich of Glates and the obvious suspects, England and their neighbours.

He had learned Korean and Chinese in his previous life to get a grasp of his favorite novels in the raw. Nonetheless, he preferred english. In actuality his European mother was Italian which he was also proficient in for the first time, due to being brought up in it. In actuality he was thinking in a mix of Italian and English.

Going to a city in England to find trouble was naturally the best course of action, being a kid involved excitement, no, being a person did.

They departed a few minutes after midday. They arrived in Liverpool 30 minutes later via plane. He landed in a private air strip and pondered where he could go find trouble to entertain himself.

He had no knowledge of the city sights so he hired a tour guide to give him a basic understanding. He visited all the major tourist attractions before heading back home. These were merely the face with makeup that the city showed to its visitors. The true city tour would come later.

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On the stairs of the 81 story Platinum Seven Eagles hotel, Vicente was crawling down the stairs on all fours in a weird position. It had already been 20 hours and he was no closer to reaching the ground floor, well he was a 10th of the way there.

His muscles were taut with sweat coalescing upon his skin by the second, dripping from his chin the most like a leaf. His muscles and posture trembled with exhaustion. Vicente felt a voice whispering in his ear.... rest rest rest you've done enough ..... He felt his muscles reaching the last legs of their journey but they weren't quite there yet. He had to persevere.

He had come too far to..... well compared to the journey who still had barely left the starting line but nevertheless he couldn't give in, despite the tearing feeling within his muscles as they threatened to break apart.

Thud!

'Huh'

His wet face slapped against the square pavement that separated two sets of stairs. His sweat pooled like blood under him as reality sunk in.

'I see... I already went too far pass my limit, I can't feel a thing at all. Which is definitely not all that good hm. Those so called herbs of the old man better be as effective as he says they are.'

Reylese looked up the stairs from in front of the elevator with a heavy heart seeing her young master go red with pain from the stressful exercise. She was helpless to stop him and could only sit on needles with her nerves, a figure appeared beside her, creating a vent for her emotions.

Anger was birthed in her heart upon looking at the old man beside her,

"How dare you make the young master do such an absurd thing, descending the stairs from our suite to the ground floor in that weird crawling position while performing those strange movements every 30 breaths is totally absurd!"

Ling Poyun stroked his long white beard, while maintaining a calm unperturbed expression.

"It was he who wanted muscles, I merely pointed out the most suitable method to acquire base strength that also happened to be compatible with tai chi, he didn't have to do it but he insisted"

Reylese knew this was the truth so she could only glare at the complacent looking old man.

"It's about time to feed him, his body is still growing so he needs his meals, the herbs to be ingested as well, his herbal bath shall come later."

She would have gone sooner even without his say so. In fact she had attempted to several times but the old man was like a snake sealing her movements. Without a weapon she couldn't do much as her hand to hand combat mastery- which she practiced once a day to feel secure since that incident from back then- couldn't escape from the old man at all.

Her love for her young master couldn't be bested by this alone, it was because this was something of his choice that she restricted herself and didn't stake it all on the old fool.

"Bocchan, here's your food"

She worriedly leaned him into her embrace as she wiped the sweat off his forehead and spoon fed him his nutritional high value milk and his meat with vegetables and fruits. His body gave off a high temperature that warmed her skin and his bodily sweat from his half n.a.k.e.d attire seeped into her clothes.

Vicente exasperatedly had his break meal.

Glancing down on his torso he had to admit he felt his muscles development. He initially bought exercising equipment for strength training but the old man got loud and said that would do more harm than good. He only kept the machines approved by the old man which were the ones for running, flexibility and a few others.

The rest were sold. The old man gave him a strict regimen to satisfy his want of manly muscles that were just right and not too bulky or ugly. This was added into his weekly training routine. He had already achieved entry-level with 53 of the 88 forms so he was in no rush.

He hadn't had to deal with any strange gazes as everyone used the elevator in this hotel, the rich were lazy, the staff had to stay sweat free in addition to work being down so they had a separate elevator. The stairs were merely a part of the buildings plan to them, like ventilation or glass to them.

He had kept on practicing with the weapons he bought online with the old man's permission but he was still merely at the entry level of mastery with all of them.

Hours and hours of single minded training was truly good for the body in more ways than one. His muscles were becoming finely sculpted seeming to be carved from stone with its flexibility remaining like rubber.

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Honk!

Honk!

Zhooooooo!!!!

Vicente ditched Reylese to explore the streets of Liverpool despite her adamant refusal but she could do nothing to him in the end, her only option was to wait patiently in the car.

His gaze wandered curiously as he inspected his new environment, neat concrete sidewalks with a little garbage here and there, high rise concrete buildings that were more wide than tall. If skyscr.a.p.ers pursued height then these buildings pursued size which was a mix of height and width.

The rush hour crowd wasn't all that bad, as it was less than the NYC of his memories, even still it was more people than he ever saw at once since his arrival in this world. They busily went to their destinations at most giving him a fleeting glance or otherwise they ignored him.

He quite liked this treatment from strangers, he could go about his business as well without obstruction, thankfully neither he nor his parents were celebrities, wait.... His father was a Korean pop idol which was how his mother met him at a high class event and eventually entrapped him.

But his westerner characteristics were more prevalent than his eastern so there wasn't much resemblance with his father, the same went for his mother. He was one of those kids who looked nothing like their parents. Even his eyes were apparently from his mother's grandfather. His hair colour was from his father the same couldn't be said for it's texture and body however.

He was overall a strapping young lad who sprouted up to 150cm at the age of ten he was comparable to most twelve year olds.

Conversation nestled in his ears as he passed all the buildings, coffee shops, food carts, flower shops, barber shops, factories, sports centres, car shops, retail car sales areas, churches, strip clubs, convenience stores, the market- the bustling streets of the daylight entered his eyes. People going about their businesses as he aimlessly walked.

He eventually found himself separating from the city and saw a sign indicating a housing scheme. He pondered a bit before entering and walking a few hundred meters in the direction indicated.

The houses here were all the same, from the looks of it this was about a lower middle class area. He wandered about a bit before stumbling upon a few kids playing, a gunwar the boys held water guns while the girls ran with backpacks full of small bags of water which they threw at the boys. They all seemed to be 4 to 7 years. With a few teenagers mixed in.

The boys had started sporting pimples, he had suffered quite a lot in his past life as such he had a facial and full body cleansing every morning and night in preparation for the horrors. He wanted clean pores with no reason to inflame.

They were such a nuisance impeding his handsomeness in the past. The girls were already growing visibly in those areas as their wet clothes turned transparent showing their bras.

What sorcery was this? He was initially poor in his past life so he knew that this was a game for those who lacked the lure of the internet. It made no sense, they should be able to afford basic technology such as android phones and hand held gaming consoles.

Ah. He recalled a sign he saw on the way to this house, a big red out of order to be maintained sign, now that he thought about it those were electrical wires and a small cell tower. The local power station. That explained it. Envious children watched as the teens had fun without them, it wasn't that they didn't try to join but they were rejected.

Their was a natural segregation of maturity sure a water war wasn't all that m.a.t.u.r.e but playing with dolls, action figures and the mud was definitely the definition of a child. Though it was a bit mixed now.

"Sam , you are asking for it, we were doing our nails!!"

"A tomboy like you, jaja so funny!"

A brown haired teenage boy ran towards him with a gun in his hands, he wasn't looking where he was going as his attention was focused on the enemy soldiers behind him.

He had shot them while they were doing their nails i.e. his elder sister and co. Ever since they started highschool they started to act so girlish and stopped playing with him and the others though they were just 3 years older than him.

As such he ran a collision course with Vicente while disgruntled, who was pondering whether to dodge, stop him in his tracks or mischievously trip him, he did come to cause trouble after all.

Deep in thought he forgot to choose and collided with the boy with him colliding with Vicente who's muscles slightly pushed him back falling backwards. Vicente had a stable centre of gravity as such he didn't fall and regained his posture.

In fact, he had shifted his foot a bit and used Sam's body to push off a bit and regain his previous position, so subtle that no one noticed, Sam was too busy colliding and falling to notice. Perhaps if this scene was recorded and a detective scrutinized the recording several times, only then would his movements be noticed.

Vicente recovered just in time to see water 'bombs' flying in his direction, which was actually a mere second or so later, over 6 of them. He used a the **** form to avoid all of them like a leaf in the wind. The 'bombs' exploded on the street.

The girls caught up soon after. Eying his alien presence curiously. Naturally those bombs were meant for the young man on the ground but he was knocked off path by him to the ground so he received the attack.