To Be A Power In The Shadows!

I was genuinely curious about OWL so I walked all around the camp the whole night . Results: nothing .

I"m really going at it blindly .

The only thing I know is that OWL is supposed to be somewhat strong .

I couldn"t check each and every person in the camp, but I was about to determine that there were around 10 people who might fit the bill .

I did this by looking at how they walk and how they handle themselves, but that didn"t mean much . Not really .

There are times when a weak looking guy is unexpectedly powerful, or when a musclehead might actually be a really weak .

So basically, I gave up . With so few clues, I couldn"t do it .

Maybe I should go out into town tonight and ask around?

I"ll think about it later .

Okay, that out of the way, I went ahead and had the breakfast that Mr . Zack so graciously prepared, and was currently out on a walk under the refres.h.i.+ng sunlight pouring down on the camp courtyard .

I very much liked the cool winter air coupled with a beautiful, sunny sky .

The sky was clear, and, I can"t explain this well, but it sort of felt like my soul was being reinvigorated .

“Mmm . ”

Walking past the hobo-like prisoners having their bad soup and worse bread, I noticed that I didn"t look like a mob at all .

Don"t get me wrong . I can pull off the mob role no problem in a town .

But compared to these people, I wasn"t dirty and ragged enough . Well, I"m still new here, and blending in should come naturally with the time, so…

I noticed people shouting .

“How dare you accuse us!?”

A crowd had formed .

I squeezed my way through them . I felt like this was going to get fun and I wanted front row seats .

“Don"t you dare deny it . ”

Said Clara Oriana facing a mobbish dude at the center of it all . The guy was some no-name from the meeting in the cellar last night .

Behind Clara stood people who were probably from the Royalists camp, and behind the no-name stood people from the Doem side . Among them, I could see Zack and also their boss .

“Royalists and Doem Camp are going at it…”

“Things might get b.l.o.o.d.y…”

The rabble chattered .

“One of ours was murdered last night . When we found him, there were signs of an a.s.sault and torture . ”

Mother of c.r.a.p . Since I was out looking for OWL, I missed a key event .

“We dindu nuffin!!”

“He was tortured! You"re about the only people who"d resort to that, confess at once!”

Clara cried furiously .

“Serves him right! I say good f.u.c.kin" riddance!!”

“—Knave!!”

In her anger, Clara slapped the no-name .

Suddenly, everyone got quiet, as if time had stopped .

— Then .

“Done it now, b.i.t.c.h!”

The guy who got slapped grabbed and raised the club at his waist .

Yeah, this be no good .

Clara can"t handle that . Worst case, the club cracks her head open and she"s dead .

Yeah, sorry, but I don"t like it if some no-name mob suddenly kills a major character .

“—Huh?”

Muttered Clara, her eyes wide in shock .

Right before her eyes, the man who was about to swing down a weapon at her, had spontaneously collapsed . The club he was holding was flung high into the air .

“—HUH!? What just happened!?”

“How"d he just!?”

The rabble were scared and confused .

“It can"t be— OWL?”

“Find him!! He"s here somewhere!”

“…Owl?”

Both Royalists and Doem Camp went on guard .

I was the culprit though .

It was simple . I had a piece of slime detach from the bottom of my shoe and burrow underground . Then I had it shoot out from under the guy and hit him under the jaw .

No one noticed, but that"s fine . That right there was very much was a power from the shadows would do .

Or so I thought, by Mr . Zack was glancing at me with suspicion .

I made a cryptic smile, and purposefully looked away— Perfection .

Now that"s what I call a job well done .

Which was when I noticed it . The club that had been sent flying was coming down my way .

And suddenly, I had a eureka moment .

— Show ain"t over yet!

My role of that of a power in the shadows is done for now .

However, I have yet to fulfil my role as a mob!

I took only an instant to determine the club"s trajectory, and as it wouldn"t actually hit me in my current position, I swiftly moved to the spot where it would land .

Having expected I"d need it at some point, I placed a small blood back in my mouth and looked upwards .

And the club struck down right on my nose .

“Bhoorfff!?”

I blew the prepared blood in my mouth from out my nose and fell back .

The blood sprayed out like a fountain, glistening in the light of the sun . Quite artistic if I do say so myself .

Mob Arts: Nosebleed Splasher

This is a pretty high level technique .

“Ugh! I"m gonna puke!!”

“Eghh, it"s on my face!”

To you people of the camp who wished to see carnage, I present to you a fountain of nose blood .

— And there you have it .

While the power in the shadows aids the MC, some random mob gets the unfortunate role of being collateral!

“Wait, you"re hurt!?”

I was collapsed on my back, completely sated, but seeing as Clara was running over, I quickly pretended to be out cold .

I was genuinely curious about OWL so I walked all around the camp the whole night . Results: nothing . .

I"m really going at it blindly . .

 .

The only thing I know is that OWL is supposed to be somewhat strong . .

I couldn"t check each and every person in the camp, but I was about to determine that there were around 10 people who might fit the bill . .

I did this by looking at how they walk and how they handle themselves, but that didn"t mean much . Not really . .

There are times when a weak looking guy is unexpectedly powerful, or when a musclehead might actually be a really weak . .

So basically, I gave up . With so few clues, I couldn"t do it . .

 .

Maybe I should go out into town tonight and ask around?.

I"ll think about it later . .

Okay, that out of the way, I went ahead and had the breakfast that Mr . Zack so graciously prepared, and was currently out on a walk under the refres.h.i.+ng sunlight pouring down on the camp courtyard . .

I very much liked the cool winter air coupled with a beautiful, sunny sky . .

The sky was clear, and, I can"t explain this well, but it sort of felt like my soul was being reinvigorated . .

“Mmm . ”.

 .

Walking past the hobo-like prisoners having their bad soup and worse bread, I noticed that I didn"t look like a mob at all . .

Don"t get me wrong . I can pull off the mob role no problem in a town . .

But compared to these people, I wasn"t dirty and ragged enough . Well, I"m still new here, and blending in should come naturally with the time, so….

 .

I noticed people shouting . .

 .

“How dare you accuse us!?”.

A crowd had formed . .

I squeezed my way through them . I felt like this was going to get fun and I wanted front row seats . .

 .

“Don"t you dare deny it . ”.

Said Clara Oriana facing a mobbish dude at the center of it all . The guy was some no-name from the meeting in the cellar last night . .

Behind Clara stood people who were probably from the Royalists camp, and behind the no-name stood people from the Doem side . Among them, I could see Zack and also their boss . .

 .

“Royalists and Doem Camp are going at it…”.

“Things might get b.l.o.o.d.y…”.

The rabble chattered . .

 .

“One of ours was murdered last night . When we found him, there were signs of an a.s.sault and torture . ”.

Mother of c.r.a.p . Since I was out looking for OWL, I missed a key event . .

 .

“We dindu nuffin!!”.

“He was tortured! You"re about the only people who"d resort to that, confess at once!”.

Clara cried furiously . .

 .

“Serves him right! I say good f.u.c.kin" riddance!!”.

“—Knave!!”.

In her anger, Clara slapped the no-name . .

Suddenly, everyone got quiet, as if time had stopped . .

 .

— Then . .

“Done it now, b.i.t.c.h!”.

The guy who got slapped grabbed and raised the club at his waist . .

 .

Yeah, this be no good . .

Clara can"t handle that . Worst case, the club cracks her head open and she"s dead . .

 .

Yeah, sorry, but I don"t like it if some no-name mob suddenly kills a major character . .

“—Huh?”.

Muttered Clara, her eyes wide in shock . .

Right before her eyes, the man who was about to swing down a weapon at her, had spontaneously collapsed . The club he was holding was flung high into the air . .

 .

“—HUH!? What just happened!?”.

“How"d he just!?”.

The rabble were scared and confused . .

 .

“It can"t be— OWL?”.

“Find him!! He"s here somewhere!”.

“…Owl?”.

Both Royalists and Doem Camp went on guard . .

 .

I was the culprit though . .

It was simple . I had a piece of slime detach from the bottom of my shoe and burrow underground . Then I had it shoot out from under the guy and hit him under the jaw . .

No one noticed, but that"s fine . That right there was very much was a power from the shadows would do . .

 .

Or so I thought, by Mr . Zack was glancing at me with suspicion . .

I made a cryptic smile, and purposefully looked away— Perfection . .

Now that"s what I call a job well done . .

 .

Which was when I noticed it . The club that had been sent flying was coming down my way . .

And suddenly, I had a eureka moment . .

— Show ain"t over yet!.

 .

My role of that of a power in the shadows is done for now . .

However, I have yet to fulfil my role as a mob!.

 .

I took only an instant to determine the club"s trajectory, and as it wouldn"t actually hit me in my current position, I swiftly moved to the spot where it would land . .

Having expected I"d need it at some point, I placed a small blood back in my mouth and looked upwards . .

And the club struck down right on my nose . .

 .

“Bhoorfff!?”.

I blew the prepared blood in my mouth from out my nose and fell back . .

The blood sprayed out like a fountain, glistening in the light of the sun . Quite artistic if I do say so myself . .

 .

Mob Arts: Nosebleed Splasher.

 .

This is a pretty high level technique . .

 .

“Ugh! I"m gonna puke!!”.

“Eghh, it"s on my face!”.

To you people of the camp who wished to see carnage, I present to you a fountain of nose blood . .

 .

— And there you have it . .

While the power in the shadows aids the MC, some random mob gets the unfortunate role of being collateral!.

 .

“Wait, you"re hurt!?”.

I was collapsed on my back, completely sated, but seeing as Clara was running over, I quickly pretended to be out cold . .