Chương 106: Two-And-A-Half-Years-old (6) Sneaking In a Hunter Shop

Entering the hunter shop (Infiltrating it) was easier and harder than expected. Easier because there was a shit ton of people around, and like you already know, the more people there is, the more hidden I am, somewhat, sometimes, depends really, damn I really need to stop interrupting myself mid thought it's starting to become a real problem here. IN ANY CASE!

It was easier and harder than expected, easier because I just needed to jump off the roof -joking, I'm not crazy- I just needed to slide off the wall into the busy street, slide around people, and the second someone entered the shop. I went with them. Like usual. Did that with the weapon shop. Food shops when I'm hungry. The brothel. That's my bread and butter, baki walking.

Today though, didn't even need to Baki walk, I just needed to go in because the entrance door is pretty big and slow, and I had a lot of time to enter and see. This. Holy shit. I stop moving. But I forget I'm sliding so I keep moving forward into the shop as a small amount of momentum carry me, even while I'm frozen by the sight around me. I did that? Because. Okay. Let's think about it rationally. I KNOW that everything that's being shown here, it's me who hunted it. And like.... wow. Okay. Do I have a problem?

Right in front of my eyes, I'm greeted by a shit ton of meat, a shit ton of it. There's dozen of big meaty prime cuts of rabbits, wolves, boars, hanging from the ceiling above the butcher counter, ribs laying on the counter taking the air and showing off the quality of the animal, ribeye steak beside it, cornered with prime rib roast, and a shit ton of grounded meat beside it in multiple jars.

Wolf thighs, tough meat hanging just above said grounded meat, an entire rabbit skinned and ready to cook beside more rabbits, and hares, an entire fox too, there's meat everywhere. Above me. In front of me. On my sides, on different tables that looked like they've been propped here in a hurry to put more marchandise, too much marchandise that his normal counter and business hasn't been prepared to handle.

There's a try to diversify, there's some olives around, as they pair well with meat and apparently the butcher sell them too, even if they go mostly ignored by the six people in the shop. Two couples. And two random people, a guy, and a girl, doing their shopping. One of the couple is in front of the main counter. Talking to a man with a short beard cut close to the skin, he doesn't have hair and never had hair since I known him, since I first saw him take my worms and decided to train him with whistles.

A genius move from me, I know. But that's not the end. On a side table that's bracketed against the left wall, there's meat. A shit ton of meat, a specific. Single, type of meat. This tale has been unlawfully obtained from Royal Road. If you discover it on Amazon, kindly report it. Worms. Giant worms. So many giant worms. All rolled up like giant sausages, and the couple close to worms seem to agree as the woman talk in a small voice, gesturing around "Maybe something like roasted?

Or fried, put some fat on it, grill it, could taste great""And extremely chewy" her companion deadpan, and the woman answer with another deadpan "and extremely cheap" I look at the price that's dug on the table with a piece of paper. Price written on it. THERE'S DISCOUNT FOR TAKING A SHIT TON OF IT!? Fuck. It's true that this place is cheap as fuck. That I'm cheap as fuck. THOSE ARE MY KILLS! Turning around and looking at another table bracketed on the right wall this time, I see even more kill.

This time it seems to be related to my flying endeavors. Birds. Of all sizes and shapes, all skinned, deboned, until only the prime cut of meats exist on this table. I look above this table and I see miscellaneous pieces of meat that are just... kind of thrown there on ropes cause he didn't know where to put them. Fuck. My foot stops me from sliding deeper in the shop as I look around. One more time. One more slow time. Should I calm down on hunting?

"Of course, of course!" The butcher/hunter, wipe his hands on a small towel he hangs on a loop on his pants a second later "I can get you that real quick. Stay here" He points at the guy. Turn around and leave the shop unattended. WHAT THE FUCK MAN ARE YOU CRAZY! COME PROTECT MY MEAT! My eye twitches but I control myself and slide around the counter, passing around people and following the guy deeper into his shop. In an open door behind the counter that leads to a pretty big hallway.

The man keeps talking to himself in the hallway before opening the door to the right, and pushing himself in. A waft of cold air reaches me. The fuck? I slide close and peek inside the room. THERE'S MORE MEAT!? THERE'S EVEN MORE THAN IN THE MAIN SHOP, THE FUCK ARE THOSE STOCKS, HOW MANY ANIMALS DID I KILL!? AM I SINGLEHANDEDLY DEFORESTING THE FOREST!? Ah. Capitalism. Sliding back as he comes back with... skin?

Of something, cut and kept skin, he goes back to the main shop behind me and I decide to look inside the cold room a second time. Yeah. Snakes. Owls. Birds. Worms. A lot of worms. Frogs. Deers. Squirrels. Bobcats. Raccoons. Moose. Beavers. Eagles. Hawks. Lizards. Sloths. All of them cut and categorized into cuts of meat, too many cuts of meat. Everything would have spoiled if I left them in the forest, I think I could feed the entire village -poor district included- for months with all this shit.

I push back from the cold room and snake my way into the other room, as I open it, the bloodiest smell I've ever smelled reach my nose and almost make me gag. That's where he butchers shit. I push back. Take a deep breath of... normal tangy iron air, and look at my right, at the end of the hallway, another door. I can guess that this is home. But I don't want to try anymore. Urgh. Nasty. What the fuck am I saying? FOCUS! I slide back into the main shop and observe the situation for a while.

Wondering what I could do. Well, I know what I should do, I need to put him into an active illusion. But for that I need to put my magic in his brain. And for that I need to wait hours. My shoulders slack down as my body twirl around a girl in the shop. Bored and dissapointed. Fuuuuck I don't wannnnnaaa wait! The hunter nods at a customer before toweling his hands and picking up a glass of wate-!

My entire body ignites into pure and unconditioned violence as my left hand slaps above my right fist, my foot pushes me around the ground and my entire body spins on itself, water gathers on the tip of my fingers and my entire left arm go slack as I let it be thrown off my body like it was a rock, my shoulder socket bumps into my joint at the throwing speed but drops of water fly in the air nonetheless. My foot drags on the ground, edge close to someone that cannot see me. For now.

And they still won't as I clasp my hands together in front of my torso as if I was in prayer. However. I am not. My vision blurs for a second as I try to control my magic in this new hard way I've been practicing. As the water flies. In less than a second. I take control of my flow mid air, curl it, twist it down, and make the drops slide around and IN the glass, until they fall in the water he drinks, infecting his body with my power.

I let out a silent exhausted sigh as the hunter puts his glass down like nothing happened and answers the customer. Well. This is done. My hand comes up to grasp my head. Feeling a bit woozy. Shaking it left and right, the dizzyness dissapears. And I find myself in the hunter shop. My magic in him. And ready to control a monopoly. Well. I look around at the customers. Actually. Don't I still need to wait for things to quiet down a bit? Wait did I do all of this for nothing?.... FUCK!