Chapter 9: 9- Mud fight
"Kyaaa!"
In the Buena Village, a young girl's skirt was flipped up showing her panties. And then the girl also felt something touching her butt.
"Ralph!" the young lady said with a red face.
There was a young boy behind her. It was Ralph.
"Oops! I'm sorry big sis. I tripped over a rock and my hands slipped." Ralph lied.
"Geez! That's what you always say!"
"Okay big sis! I'm really sorry. Hehehehe~" Ralph said not worrying about it.
Every single young ladies in the village fell victim from his pranks.
Because of this he earned the nickname as a 'pervy brat' who goes around the village flipping skirts.
When Zenith got the wind of her son's behavior, she sternly lectured him. "Don't treat girls like that Ralph. You have to be kind with them."
"Yes mom." Ralph was of course sitting in a seiza position out of habit.
"You say that but you always do it again." Zenith sighed rubbing her temples.
At this rate, this son of hers would turn out to be just like his father in the past. A Casanova that would break every girl's hearts.
"Come on, Zenith you don't have to be so strict with the kid. It's just a harmless prank." That said father came to Ralph's side coaxing him. Paul would understand his son and could see his younger self from him.
"This is because you let him do whatever he wants now." Zenith shook her head in resignation.
Paul smiled and rubbed Ralph's hair. "Hey, the kid's been a prodigy in his studies and swordplay since he was a kid. Playing around is important for children too."
"Well, I guess that's true." Zenith said still looking worried.
"Don't worry, I will take care of it if anything happens."
Paul turned to Ralph.
"I just know you have powerful swordplay Ralph." Paul said. "Just remember, real men don't get strong just to brag about it. It's-"
"It's for protecting the weak." Ralph cut him off with a silly smile on his face. "Right father?"
And that's the end of the lecture.
Ever since Ralph beat him in a swordfight once, Paul has given him some leeway and freedom. Ralph wasn't a kid who caused others some big trouble either so it was fine, up until now...
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When Ralph was roaming around the village getting bored from flipping up skirts, he climbed up on the village's biggest tree and laid his back.
He was eager on taking a slight nap. That's when he heard some strange noise.
"We don't need demons in this village!"
"Get the hell out of here!"
"Take this!"
"Ha, nice! Direct hit, man!"
He saw a field, muddy from the other day's rain. Three boys with their bodies all caked in mud were hurling mud at another boy who was walking along.
"Ten points if you can nail him in the head!"
"Hngh!"
"I got him! Didja see that?! Right in the head!"
"Hey, he's got something!"
"Is that his demon treasure?!"
"I bet it's something he stole!"
"If you can bullseye that, it's worth a hundred points!"
"Let's get that treasure!"
In his previous life, Ralph often sees situations like this at school. Though he never participated in any of it, there were plenty of times that he will step in to join just for the sake of the fun of it.
Ralph jumped from the tree and ran towards the kids playing. He also got himself dirty in mud in the field.
Ralph crouched down on the ground and grabbed a fistful amount of mud. Then he hurled it towards one of the kids that looked like their leader, hitting him straight on the face.
"What the hell?"
His buddies turned their attention towards Ralph.
"Hey, who the hell are you?"
"This got nothing to do with you! Stay out of it!"
"What are you, an ally of the demons or something?"
Ralph reloaded his hands with another fistful of mudball. "C'mon don't be so cold. Let me join in the fun too. It wouldn't be fun if you got three versus one, so I'll join the other side."
Ralph sneered at them.
"You litte..." One of them snapped.
"Hey, he's that one Knight's kid!"
"Hah! He's just a baby."
It's true. Compared to his five years old self, these children looked a couple or more years older than him. Their sizes were much bigger in comparison.
"You sure the son of a knight should be doing this sort of thing, huh?"
"See, I told ya that knight was on the demons' side! Ugh!"
One of the kids who kept talking ate another mudball straight into his face.
"Stop yip yapping around and start throwing." Ralph said provocatively which angered the kids even further.
"You little brat!"
The kids started throwing at mud at him and hit his clothes. Ralph fired back with a mud of his own
And that started the mud war.
The war started off with the demon team at a disadvantage at first since he was outnumbered. But as time passed, the scale tipped off to the demon team.
Ralph didn't dodge any mudballs going at him except when it's going at his head or face.
The other side though already looked like a walking statue of soil. The mud went into their eyes, and their ears were blocked off with some mud. They can't even breath properly now as their nostrils are filled with mud. And the worst of it they even tasted cow dung in their mouths when Ralph mercilessly picked it up and threw at them. It was just unfortunate coincidence that they were breathing heavily with their mouths when it happened in the heat of their battle.
"You better remember this!"
And they scrammed after facing absolute defeat in a mud throwing fight. Their figures getting smaller as they get farther.
"Hahaha! It's my victory." Ralph smiled widely.
It's been a while since the last time he had this much fun. He wiped off the sweat trickling down his forehead, it resulted in his face getting a trace of mud in it.
"Uh-uhmm..."
"Hm?" Ralph noticed a tugg on the hem of his shirt. When he took a good look, it was when he realized it was actually the kid they were bullying, calling her a 'demon'.
"Oh, it's you. Next time, you better throw some mud at them too, it's fun you know?" Ralph had a big smile on his face.
"Uh, uhm. Yeah..." The kid replied.
"Listen if let those guys bully you around, they're never going to leave you alone you know?"
The kid was pretty. Had long eye lashes for someone so young, dainty little nose, thin lips, and somewhat pointy jawline. Ralph could guess this kid was a girl.
"I can't beat those guys..."
"You need to fight back, that's the key."
"They've always got a bigger kid around. And I don't want to get hurt..."
Ralph pitied her. "For now, let's wash the mud on your face. Here, why don't you set that down over there and kneel by the irrigation ditch."
The girl nodded like a small animal. Ralph reminded her for a small vulnerable white rabbit that anyone want to protect and care for her.
"All right, you're nice and clean." After washing off all the mud in her face, Ralph could finally see her pointed ears and emerald green hair.
That's when he remembered Roxy's words one time when they were chatting, 'If you ever see someone with emerald-green hair, make sure you don't go anywhere near them.'
There was a tribe of demons of this world notorious for their brutality. Even fellow demons feared and despised them.But this girl lacked the famous red jewel in the forehead that Superds have.
"Hehh~ You must have it tough with a hair like that."
"You're...not bothered by it?"
"A demon once taught a brother of mine some magic. They weren't bad as people said to be."
Ralph picked up the basket from the ground that the girl was carrying. "Come on, let's go shall we?"
"G-go where?"
"Wherever it is you're going."
"Wh-why are you coming with me?"
"Well I'm a bit bored and got nothing to do... Oh right I haven't gotten your name, mine is Ralph." Ralph said stretching out his hand to her. "Yours?"
"I... I'm Sylphie..." She hesitantly reached out to his hands to return the gesture.
"Nice to meetcha, Sylphie!"
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