Mardinal: The Assassin's Adventure
Chapter 4: A Gizzard

The wind blew away the smoke from the main scene, the dust flew, and the atmosphere was still quiet with no one passing by. Boomer was still standing there, facing a young man who was still smiling sweetly at him.

He did not expect the young man who he thought was just a weak child apparently able to fend off the grenade throw was using a skateboard. Just realized, the skateboard also appears to have a strange design and structure, larger in shape than the skateboard in general and harder.

It was impossible for ordinary civilians to have such strength. There was only one possibility that made the most sense about who this young man was.

“You killer?” hiss Boomer.

That friendly smile slowly turned into a paltry smile in return from Boomer's response.

“You are also a killer?” ask Boomer. “Are you a Rogue, or a member of the Jaguara Guild? An Omega?”

Mardin was a bit lazy to respond if mentioned about his status. Aside from being a student, he was also actually an assassin, more precisely a Rogue for not joining a Guild.

Rogue is a nickname for assassins who do not come from any Guild. They were considered wild killers, often liking to act alone and messing with the Killer Guild. That's why the Rogue are being hunted. If they were lucky, they could become Guild members. However, most Rogue refused to join any Guild. They preferred to stand alone create their group with the aim of forming a new Guild.

“Emm…. How did it go, ye?” Mardin stroked his nape. “Rogue, yes. But I'm not from a riot like you.”

Mardin stepped small, sometimes circling slowly while looking at the view of the city streets that had been destroyed by the explosion from Boomer.

“I love to wander like bachelor kids. But, if you...” Mardin clucked while shaking his head. “Ck, tsk, tsk. Really old lady. The older, the sadistic. Instead of enjoying old age, bobo, relaxing while watching Reality Show setting, even wandering unclear, ancurin city facilities. What are the benefits of crumbling in old age, sir?”

Mardin's gaze caught the sight of several lifeless human bodies lying in every place. Some were injured, hit by buildings, even some of their bodies were destroyed by the explosion.

While scraping the ears, Mardin again spoke in a flatter tone, “Add more, your reckless behavior also caused many casualties. You realize what you're doing is pointless?”

Boomer smirked lightly, “Heh. You're just here to act like a hero, huh...?”.

Mardin's expression looked cold, but it instantly turned relaxed again. “I have absolutely no interest in hero-hero action. After all, readers also do not expect this novel to be a novel about MCs who defend the truth or something.”

“I just wanted to say, you're noisy.”

Boomer's confused. What did the boy mean to come up against him just to tell him he was noisy? No other goal makes more sense, does it?

“Situ see, noh? Noh?!”

Mardin pointed to the top side, automatically Boomer follow the direction of the pointer. Mardin showed me a school building not too far from where they were.

Boomer is confused. What does this bachelor boy mean by pointing at the school?

“I went to school there, sir. We are again especially learning, even the same disturbance of your bomb show,” Mardin's scolding, “The sound is noisy, geter-geter mulu like a newlyweds bed. Our learning activities are disrupted. That's why, I'm looking for you to keep saying, you're noisy. Can't you stop blasting anything just haphazardly? Not good for your hearing either. Entar cepet budek.”

Boomer silently gaped at the casual-pitched nagging. It could be that this young man came to face him because the learning activities at his school were disrupted.

“You elders like this, sir, yes, it's good to be at home. Rest, lots of prayer. This kayak can make your bones get ostero, otroto— Blehbleh!” Mardin was blown off by a wrong word. “Osteoporosis! Not only that, sir. You can also have a heart attack, hypertension, uric acid, stomach acid, vegetable achem. Pshaw! Anyway, Go-Song Clinic just can't nanganin your diseases.”

Mardin continued chattering, “Not just that, sir. If you often do not use things like this, then the grave is narrow. Not yet buried, your grave land becomes a crater hit by a meteor, continues to flood, continues to come out the whale monster mangap-mangap want to eat your body. Hem! Less mantep what a punishment. Keep-keep—.”

“Bacot!!!”

Instantly Mardin was silent, taking a hilarious position with a cunning cat-style expression while blinking his eyes innocently. The voice echoed the father loudly as well, enough to make Mardin silent.

“Nyan?” sahut Mardin ngasal with his cat face.

Boomer took a deep breath, trying to calm himself who was already emotionally high faced with this one young man. The sound is very disturbing, chatty, plus the voice made-up shrill.

It's really uncomfortable to hear.

Mardin took a firm position. His face turned flat, standing with one hand tucked into his jacket pocket, while the other was still holding a skateboard. The gazes of his two blue eyes sharpened, giving rise to a brief blue glint.

“If I say I want to kill you, what do you want?”

Three grenades were thrown at once towards Mardin. Mardin evaded it in a high-calto-back way, spinning in the air for a moment, then landed smoothly on the ground.

“Then I...”.

Boomer took several bombs out of his coat pocket, prepared to throw them to finish off Mardin.

“…. Will kill you first!”

Still in a new landing position, Mardin raised his head to look at Boomer, giving a paltry smile with one eyebrow raised.

“Oh, yeah! I love your ambition, Old Man!”

Without another babibu, Boomer throws several bombs at Mardin. Nimble Mardin dodged every bomb blast. He jumped while throwing his skateboard on the ground, landed and immediately slid off using the futuristic design skateboard.

Mardin continued to slide towards Boomer while avoiding the bomb blasts. As he got closer, Mardin kicked his skateboard into hitting Boomer. Boomer can pull him off. But unexpectedly, Mardin was already floating in the air, taking a position ready to kick Boomer.

Mardin shot up to kick him, but the old man managed to shift away. Not only that, Mardin got up while grabbing a skateboard nearby, banging the skateboard. Surely Boomer can again fend off every blow using the protection of the wrist of both hands.

One Boomer's hand grabbed the bomb out of his pocket, throwing it at Mardin. Mardin's reflexes leapt back to avoid the explosion.

“That's all you can do, huh?!” shouted Boomer trivial. “You make no difference to a delinquent boy who likes a hotshot!”

Mardin stood firm, tossing his skateboard. “Duh~ That was the movement of fighting ala High School boy again brawl, Sir.”

Mardin lifted the black-and-blue skateboard forward. There was a whirring sound from the bottom of the skateboard accompanied by a fluorescent blue light from the futuristic motif, a sign that there was a engine running there. The bottom of the skateboard stood out, taking out an object that had been hidden inside.

Slowly Mardin grabbed the tip of the object, removed from the skateboard. The object is a black machete with a bright neon blue line. The design is much more modern than a machete in general, impressed futuristic.

Boomer was stunned to see the uniqueness of the weapon. It is unexpected that the cleaver with a unique design is stored in the skateboard.

Which crazy person has such a weird idea?

After removing the machete, Mardin attached his skateboard body to the magnetic patch on the back belt.

“Nah, Old Sir.”

Mardin bounced his machete for a moment, then pointed it forward.

Accompanied by a confident smile, Mardin said, “This time, I will really fight against you. If two Rogue don't know each other start fighting.”

Both of Mardin's blue eyes narrowed sharply.

“Then the identifier is only victory and death.”

“You—.”

Boomer had not yet spoken, suddenly something tried to attack him from the side. A blue hologram-shaped shadow resembling Mardin's body shot out with a machete ready to slash his neck.

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