The Master Of World
Lessons

Everyone was surprised by the results. Perhaps only one person was not surprised, of course the child himself. No one dared to comment or speak considering that it was the son of the hell king who came from the demon clan who had the highest potential. Even results that no one has ever gotten.

"Eating a lot?" Said the king of hell, wanting to laugh mockingly at his taste, such great potential possessed by his dear son. Shuffling Arata's head.

"There must be something wrong with this ball..." Say the God who reads the results. How could the people from the demon tribe defeat the potential abilities of the gods. While the sky emperor tried to smile, even though he was actually upset.

This is an event held once every 1000 years. It should not be messed up at all just because of a ball. Events to test the abilities of the sons of the Gods.

"The second event will begin! Testing the potential to turn on inanimate objects." Said the God on duty, summoning them in order with the carcass of a living being before them.

There are some who manage to revive, even heal. But more have failed.

However, the princes sons of the average sky emperor could do it. Until the living creature is perfectly healed from its wounds.

As usual the last turn is Arata. When the boy came forward, he was silent. No animal can be turned on by it.

"Sorry, we're running out of dead animals, maybe you could try another 1000 years. Again, sorry it's our fault." Said the testing god, as if on purpose.

Arata clenched his forehead, looking at the gloomy aura of his father sitting on the very back seat between the hundreds of gods. His father may be upset to feel that his son is being humiliated, let alone that Arata is a favorite child. The demon tribe if it was angry would be difficult to calm down.

"Rather than father angry.." muttered the son k*mpret, jumping down, taking two fish that the waiter had cooked. Must serve.

"What an important animal carcass is, right?" arata asked, with a completely flat expression, making it feel like hitting his annoying looking face.

The fish that was ready to cook was put, then flowed energy. However, perhaps due to nervousness, his energy became excessive. Bright light was visible, the two fish that were ready to cook, not just come back to life and recover, even evolve.

Two fish that have half a human body are visible. Really half human body, but from the waist to the tail remains fish.

"We're alive!" they shouted together possessing intelligence like a human.

Surprising results at once annoying. Half human and half fish.

"Let me go ahead, the results pass, right?" Arata walked sinlessly to his father's place. While two strange creatures newly created by him were thrown from heaven into the sea in the middle by two bodyguards.

Really annoying kid. Not going to lose, this child is impossible indeed in all fields right? But reality sometimes doesn't match expectations.

"A half-man fish? You made another monster race? My son really has a creator talent!" The laughter of the king of hell was heard boasting of his beloved son. No one said anything or did anything.

They had to endure patience, however the king of hell, although not from the god race ruled the lower realms. A job that no god wants to take. Living in a hot, cold place, where monsters and demons punish human spirits. Not only is it a matter of birth and death that is inexhaustible. Therefore, if the king of hell ceases to carry out his duties, who will be willing to take over his duties.

The sound of laughter that continued to sound boasted Arata. That was the reality, his son was indeed a young genius.

*

A roomy place this time hundreds of banquet tables were prepared. As before, this time the riding competition, as well as archery. The competition is the same as in the human world. However, this was also important, a rule that should not use magic at all was the cause. Setting the focus of the strategy is not easy.

The first son of the celestial emperor who had been considered the most prominent adult there. While Enkai was still enjoying his meal, waiting for his turn.

A waiter came to serve food."This food comes from some processed meat and plants from the middle nature." The waiter explained.

Children who eat little by little. Until I realized something was on his teeth. He paused for a moment to bring out something in his mouth."A seed?" he muttered, narrowing his eyes staring at the tiny seed of the plant that was almost swallowed by it.

"Is the food not appropriate!? How dare they give my son dirty food!" The king of hell is about to rise. But Arata prevented it.

"It's okay, I'll keep this." Said Arata, putting a small seed in his pocket. A really strange kid.

Too short, that is himself as the youngest participant. The boy tried hard to ride a horse that would not be silent.

"Well, it's hard! Other fields are great! But in this field the king of hell does not consider the age of his son!"

"Difficulty riding? Holy jeez!"

"How can such a small hand pull an arrow?"

No one knows but his father. This was common for Arata. Archery a moving object. More precisely riding monsters in hell, while shooting fire arrows with human spirits who ran in fear as the target.

Not a good person, after all what to expect from the son of the king of hell? His face was smiling, the movement of the tar monster was harder to control than that of a horse. The burning arrows were much more challenging than the bows and arrows he was now holding.

A moving target? The human spirit that receives condemnation, its movements are more nimble to evade. This is nothing.

Srash!

Srash!

Srash!

Three times he shot three arrows at once, so a total of 9 arrows were stuck. Everything hit the target perfectly.

Not comparable to the others. He is the favorite son of the king of hell."I'm leaving, another test I admit defeat can't follow." Said Arata coming down from his horse.

After all who wants the presence of a child k*mpre this here. In total there have been three tests that he managed to pass well. The aura of the sky emperor also looked gloomy. The first prince who was much older his pride three times in a row earned a second rank.

"Would you like to go home?" Ask the King of hell, begin to rise. Then salute to apologize to the god and the sky emperor who invited him.

"Sorry, my son is too young. Maybe he still wants to play in hell, not so restrained." The king of hell fell.

"Come home" said the sky emperor, with a brighter countenance, staring at the departure of these two people from the demon tribe.

Arata bowed, completely polite to the size of the son of the king of hell. Walking away, father and son are about to return to the underworld.

But still, the cynical view that there is still the stronger the crime will be the more dangerous. That's Arata in the eyes of the gods.

The stronger the crown prince of the king of hell did not rule out the possibility of attacking the upper realm someday. The red pupils of his eyes typical of the demon tribe were still remembered by the gods back then.

The back testing was done in the absence of Arata, there were about 108 tests. To gain a position and education as a god.

*

What is Arata doing now? The boy asked his father's palanquin to stop in the middle realm. Planting the seeds of a plant he almost ate at a banquet.

"You want to go home just to plant this plant?" ask the father.

His son just nodded."Can it live?" his murmur left the small seeds of the plant after it was watered with water.

"Let's go back to hell." Take the father.

"Yes! Human skin that blisters due to hot oil. Is it better next time you put it directly into the lava?" ask the child with red eyes.

"Remember! Consider their actions. If it's too bad, skin it and pull the nails." The father's answer taught his son.