Reincarnation That Everyone D.e.s.i.r.es

Gerald's face turned white, hearing that creepy voice with a tinge of playfulness whispering into his ears.

"Ahhh!"

Gerald swang his arms behind him in a chance of hurting Leise. But when he thought that he was just about to hit him he only felt emptiness.

He looked at the surrounding stage but the Leise wasn't anywhere. It was like he had vanished off the face of Earth.

The whole stadium was quiet trying to find any trace of the boy's figure. When they were about to say something, a boundless and frigid killing intent washed the stadium accompanied by a sinister voice.

"Oh... First your right arm."

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

The moment Gerald heard Leise, he saw a figure appear beside his extended arm and tracing around his shoulder with a finger. When the finger touched his skin, Gerald only felt cold, frigid cold as if the thing that was touching him wasn't a human finger but a cold piece of ice.

That finger traced all around his shoulder like it was demarking the frontier between his arm and upper body. The moment the finger reached the spot where it began, the line turned red and like a sharp blade, it cut Gerald's right arm cleanly.

Gerald with a face filled with pain and fear due to cruel actions by Leise began to swing his remaining arm and legs trying to hit Leise. But when he thought of the frigid could coming from Leise his fear surpassed his pain and his animal instincts began to run.

"Ahaaaaaa, don't hurt me! I repent! Don't kill me I can give you anything!"

"Anything?" a frigid voice traveled towards his ears.

Happiness flashed in Gerald's face hearing the answer from Leise. He thought about the face of the kid who he once swore to kill but now he was the one that was about to be killed. He kneeled down on the stage and shouted with a hoarse voice that deep down held a trace of hope.

"Yes, anything! Money, treasures, women, subordinates, cities... Everything you want I will give you but only if you let me live."

"Uh"

"What a sucker!"

The crowd, watching the transformation of a mighty man who once swore to kill the boy who slaughtered his grandson, kneeling and asking for a chance of survival while in return giving him anything their praise for Gerald vanished being switched with disgust and shame.

"Ok, I want..."

Gerald's eyes turned crafty as he began to think on ways of acting revenge when Leise spared him. When he was about to say something he heard words that would travel with him to his grave.

"... YOUR LIFE!"

Leise's figure materialized from thin air and with a slow motion he extended his finger and traced Gerald's throat. Gerald's eyes looked at the face of Leise first with craftiness and hope, then confusion and finally with dread.

"Thud!"

With a sickening sound of a ball of flesh hitting the ground, the head of Gerald rolled towards the end of the square stage, only stopping at the edge.

Blood began to spray and covered Leise completely turning the fox-like face boy into a monster that would kill without batting an eye.

Leise looked at the shocked umpire that was trying to contact security and calming the screaming crowd.

Leise walked to the decapitated body and sat on top of it as he waited for the events to come.