Wicked Reincarnation

Chapter 177: Attack 18

As these two, seemingly insignificant, words in this brutal world froze Timo, Nana took the opportunity to finish completely healing herself.

Then she ran to the right into a house. Away from Timo before he could recover. One was because she needed to buy time fighting against him and second was because she didn't want to hear what he would say. She knew it might be something hurtful.

For now, Nana didn't waste any time to think about anything unrelated, she had to focus all of her attention on stopping Timo.

Nana raced to the second floor, while downstairs she heard Timo enter and slashing the doors to get to her. Her body was back to normal. Searching for anything she could use as a weapon, Nana rushed through the floor.

She could fly away but her goal was to not let Timo go after Lia, so Timo had to be close to Nana and she couldn't go too far. Nana had to keep Timo here and finish him off.

There was nothing that could be used as a weapon. Nana got ready to hop out of the window when a spear came flying and shattered it. The broken glass pieces flew in the air and bruised her.

As the spear momentarily flew past Nana, the electrifying sparks that surrounded the whole weapon like a coat were transferred in the air to Nana and burnt some of her skin. It was a shallow wound but the pain was incredible.

However, Nana neither bothered with the fact of being attacked nor did she turn around to face Timo. Grabbing some of the glass shards that cut deeply into her hand, Nana threw them behind her aimlessly at Timo. It was purely a distraction for Nana to step onto the windowsill and jump out of the window.

But she forgot that Timo could control his weapons. As Nana spread her wings to fly, the spear came back racing towards her. The momentum from jumping off the window momentarily froze Nana midair.

She couldn't evade it. In panic, Nana raised her hand, despite knowing the insane damage the spear did and grabbed it while she forced herself to fly to the side to evade.

She only held it for 2 seconds but her hand was completely burnt. It was a trade she was willing to make. It was easier to heal her hand than having her wing cut off again. The spear flew back to Timo as he followed her.

To his surprise, Nana didn't fly away, instead she went to the opposite house through the window again. If Nana did get away, Timo wasn't planning on chasing after her. He could just tell the others he wasn't able to catch her, if they wanted to believe him or not he didn't care, but it seemed like Nana intended to fight him.

If the student wanted to fight the teacher, as a teacher Timo couldn't refuse. It was his responsibility, his last lesson to see through his student's growth and grade them. He would bear witness to Nana's skills she has trained not under his care anymore. This was their last training session.

Nana didn't waste any time. The minute she stepped into the house, she glanced around to find something suitable. Her hand healed slowly. A few peeks out of the window told her that Timo was coming but it seemed like he was casually strolling to her place like a walk on a Sunday afternoon. For some reason, Nana felt Timo wasn't serious about this.

Was he looking down on her skills? Was it because he was her previous teacher, didn't acknowledge her anymore? Nana quickly threw these thoughts away and found what she was looking for. A sword was just lying on the ground. Breaking off the handle, Nana only needed the blade.

Nana could hear Timo's footsteps below her. This plan might work but Nana was sure it wouldn't so easily, after all, it was an ordinary weapon and Nana's life force couldn't kill Timo. Only heal him. With the sharp blade, Nana flew out of the window again, to the roof.

She tried to stab the sword hilt in the tiles but it was too shallow. After a few tries, Nana managed to create a tiny gap and then stick the sword into it. The tip pointing up.

Making sure the blade was secured, Nana flew off the roof and stood on the streets. With her head looking at the window she flew in just a second ago, Nana retracted her wings.

The footsteps of Timo inside the house could be heard even where Nana stood. Right now it was peaceful and quiet. There was no indication about everyone else's fight. No sound was carried to them. All Nana apparently could hear were Timo's steps.

Then even they faded away. And from the window, Timo stared down at Nana while she looked back at him. Their wordless exchange carried on for a few seconds until Nana's sad smile stunned Timo.

"Commander, please come down, let's talk."

Nana's proposal was sudden yet Timo jumped out of the window and landed in front of her. His outer robe still on his shoulders, not fazed at all by the jump.

"Is there a need to talk?" despite Timo saying this, he retracted the spear and the last bit of light blue faded away. Nana could barely see it and she knew what Timo did and her heart felt heavy. She was about to betray him again.

"Would you be willing to grade my performance one last time, commander?"

"I told you, everyone, not to call me that. You don't learn, do you well, isn't that a teacher's job?" Timo sighed, curious to see what she had in store. He was aware of the fact she couldn't kill him.

Her power wasn't made to kill people. That was why Timo wanted to see what Nana could pull off. How far she was willing to go against him or her goal and the others.

That was also why when Nana charged at Timo, he neither moved nor defended himself. He only stared down at her fragile body that lifted him up in the air. Stared at the tears in her eyes that dared to spill and then his view fell on to the dark and grey sky. So bleak and dreary. A disgusting sight.

Then Timo moved his view back to Nana whose lips trembled before she stopped and hovered for a while in the air, avoiding eye contact with him. Timo counted the seconds. He reached 5 when he felt the force of the wind against this back as Nana raced down at an insane speed.

Then he felt the hard impact of the roof colliding with his back and a sting in his chest. A dark rose bloomed on his clothes. A warm liquid seeped from his skin into all parts surrounding him.

As Timo's view wandered from the sword inside his chest he's been drilled into from the air to Nana, her big eyes stared back at him and only one word made it past her lips, "Why?"

"Why?" Timo echoed and blood ran down the corner of his lips. He laid on the roof, all spread out on his four, "I haven't graded you yet and you already try to complain about your mark? How troublesome."

"You know that's not what I meant!" Nana was exasperated at his careless attitude.

"Of course," why wasn't he defending himself, attacking her? Why did he let her do what she wanted?

"Almost full marks, satisfied? If this was weapon that could kill me then full marks."

"Liar," Nana groggily stood up and pulled the sword out of him, "My performance was subpar. You went along like a parent to his child's whim. You didn't even properly fight me."

Timo sat up and looked into her determined eyes. The sword that caused her to bleed from her hands by grabbing it so tightly was held against his neck.

"No, you successfully came up with a plan to kill me even though you don't really have suitable powers. You used your abilities wisely," Timo sighed again seeing her stubbornness. Then he yawned. Since fighting Nana he hasn't felt sleepy but now he did. This meant they should wrap things up.

"What's your goal?" Timo stood up and dusted off his trousers.

"To get rid of the Ghost King."

Timo gave her a crooked smile and his eyes had a tint of warmth, "You're too weak to do any damage."

"I know," no one was more painfully clear about it than Nana, "But we'll still succeed."

No matter what.

"You're right, I'm tired. Let the parent let his kid go off and do what she wants," Timo turned away and wanted to leave her alone. There was no point to stop here. The private army wouldn't suffer by letting Nana go.

"Stop!" Nana bored her sword into Timo's back. She indeed wanted to leave but that also meant Timo getting away and aiding the other captains.

She at least needed to damage him enough.

"Are you going to slander your student by not properly fighting me?"

"Nana," Timo's face turned dark, "I was giving you the chance to escape."

"I know but commander, this is not a lesson anymore. Either one of us here has to die in order for the other to escape because we're both fighting for something precious to us."