The Spirit Hunter System
Promises to Be Done

Looking at Randy's back, Brock suddenly recalled the back of a little boy in a narrow, dark alley.

Brock seemed doubtful. He wanted to stay here, but Randy obviously told him to leave. He wanted to do something, but,

The man was afraid of himself.

'Should .. should I do it?'

Brock stared at Lefitto and Raitto with a complicated expression.

***

Years ago, a narrow alley in the outskirts of City D.

A fat boy in a shirt full of patches curled up on the ground. In the surroundings, there were several other children who were hitting and kicking the boy.

"Basic rubbish!"

"Yes! How dare he go to our place and seize our rights!"

"Stupid! You are useless!"

"..."

Some children continued to kick and hit the boy. Merely, the boy was still curled up on the ground. He did not scream at all, let alone reply. The boy was silent like a stone.

Such was the atmosphere in the city that looked prosperous from the outside.

Behind the magnificent high-rise buildings, very many people who scavenge food in the trash to simply fill the stomach.

City D is famous as an industrial city. It is also what causes many workers to spend their time monotonously. Wake up, have breakfast, go to work, go home from work, have dinner, sleep, and repeat the same thing tomorrow.

Behind the famous City D as an industrial city, many also know it as a city full of pressure.

Workers spend their days repeating the same thing. Looking for money to survive. While in the lower circles, they were even more sadistic than in the other cities.

The children would scramble for territory to beg and search for leftovers. Many adult men steal and do other things. While women grow in such places, they usually become a night ornamental flower ...

It is a beautiful name, but it has the opposite meaning.

Satisfied with beating up the boy, the other children immediately left him alone on the ground. As the children left, the figure of a small child approached him.

Looking towards the boy who was curled up on the ground, he couldn't help but ask.

"Why don't you repay them? Your body is bigger, you should also be stronger than the other children."

Hearing the question, the boy got up from the ground. Patting the dirt stuck on the shirt full of patches, he saw the child talking to him.

In front of the fat boy, there appeared a sweet-looking child. He wears much better clothes than the bums. With just a glance, no one knew whether the child was a boy or a girl.

The fat boy tilted his head and asked.

"You ... man?"

"Eh??? I'm clearly a man! Why are you asking that!

I'm male! I can even prove it!"

The boy exclaimed in an annoyed tone. He seemed ready to prove that he was a man.

"..."

Looking towards the fat boy with a stupid expression on his face, the child felt helpless. He extended his hand while saying.

"Relands ... I'm Randy! What's yourname?"

"Brock."

Little Brock replied with a tone of ogah-ogahan. He looked uncomfortable near little Randy.

"Why were you beaten, Brock?"

"Because I took the usual place the boys begged."

"You're not from this area? Where do you live, Brock?"

"I don't have a house, so I'm moving around."

"Then come to my house."

Little Randy said with an excited smile on his face.

"You ... aren't afraid I'm lying to you?"

Hearing Brock's little question, Randy tilted his head.

"Mother said, I can see the nature of a person from his eyes. I guess ... You're not at all evil."

"..."

Seeing how Brock was still silent, little Randy asked again.

"How's it?"

"Good."

Randy who heard the approval from Brock smiled. He then said.

"Follow me, Brock!"

Following Randy, they finally arrive at a very modest little house. It even looks shabby. But when he entered, Brock was surprised to see a neat place.

Since little Brock doesn't know luxury items, to him, the old stuff in Randy's house is already considered a luxury for people from the slums.

"Is this okay?" Brock said with a doubtful tone.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean ... Maybe your parents would be upset if I were here."

"Your father?"

"I don't have one" Randy said in a plain tone.

"Sorry."

"It's okay."

Randy went to the kitchen to get a glass of water and a piece of hard bread. He then came to Brock and said.

"Eat."

"This ..."

"I told you to eat."

"Thank you .. Thank you."

Brock accepted somewhat doubtfully. After sniffing and biting a little to make sure nothing went wrong, the boy decided to eat it.

Randy was not far from Brock. The boy propped up his chin and started telling stories.

"Was it you, Brock? My mother was a woman who worked in a brothel. I don't have a father myself.

Although my life is a little better than yours, this is also not fun.

Children from normal families would think me dirty and inappropriate to be friends with them. While the children from the slums like you usually want to make friends to take advantage of me. So I don't agree. But I know you are different.

Randy said in a smart tone. Staring at Brock, the boy finally said.

"Will you be my friend, Brock?"

Little Brock was humbled. After a while, he replied in a doubtful tone.

"Sorry, Randy, I don't deserve to be friends with you at all."

"Tell me, you want to or not!"

Little Randy said in an annoyed tone.

Looking towards the irritated Randy, Brock finally replied.

"I'm .. I want to."

From then on, Randy and Brock became friends.

Every day Brock would come to Randy's house. He was given bread and water. Instead, the boy helps Randy to clean and tidy up the house.

At first Randy reluctantly, he feels Brock doesn't have to do it. But because Brock insisted, he finally agreed.

One month later, Randy's mother happens to meet Brock. Not only was she not angry, she even asked Brock to stay home and accompany Randy. From then on, the relationship between the two became closer.

They grew up well together. Even if what Brock eats and wears isn't as good as Randy, he's so grateful to be able to eat and live in a warm house rather than rot somewhere.

It's just, all of that didn't go on for so long.

Two years since Randy and Brock became friends, the news of grief has arrived. Randy's mother died because of a game played by a customer. It was just that, since that customer had a strong background, it was taken care of easily. Not only was he not arrested, the man was not even fined.

However, the incident makes a big change in the lives of Randy and Brock.

One month after Randy's mother died, a figure claiming to be a relative came. The men said they were going to take care of Randy, but in fact, they just took the house, and they kicked Randy and Brock out.

Even if the house is small in a slum, such a building still has a price in the all-expensive City D.

Beaten to death and evicted from their home, Randy and Brock's lives become miserable. They are starving, often fighting over food with other children or even stray cats!

Seeing a small house from a distance, Randy and Brock vow to reclaim their home.

Relying on each other, Randy and Brock continue to grow. They passed through one obstacle at a time. They were often beaten by thugs. At that time, Randy will always stand in front and protect Brock like an older brother.

Not knowing how long time had passed, the two began to get used to that kind of life. Whether intentionally or not, they never discuss the past, Randy's mother, or the house.

Both of them let it pass. Walked after the wind that took them away.

***

Looking at Randy's back, Brock gritted his teeth. He walked forward past the feminine man.

"What are you doing, Brock?"

Randy asked in an annoyed tone.

"We shouldn't have died here. After all, there are promises we haven't kept."

Saying that, Brock took off his suit and shirt. He then threw it in front of Randy.

"What are you doing, Brock!"

Randy shouted back.

"I'm a fool, Randy. However, I know what I have to do."

"You—"

"I'm sorry if I've been hiding something from you all along, Randy. However, please promise me, if I lose my sanity and can't go back ..."

A sincere smile appeared on Brock's innocent face.

"You're the one who's gonna have to kill me."

After saying that, Brock immediately looked forward. His body suddenly swells. He looked taller, his body becoming increasingly muscular. Those huge muscles looked as hard as a rock.

Brock's eyes are reddened. Gritting his teeth while trying to maintain his sanity, the man stared at Lefitto and Raitto fiercely. He then said in a flat tone.

"So .. let's start the next round."

>> Connect.