6 Do palms make thud sounds?

    She was a very sensible girl and even though she was young, she did not display the haughtiness usually seen by girls around her age. As such, within their house, even their usually strict father could not bear to be angry at her. Therefore, even though she had no blood relations with them,

    April was undoubtedly princess in the family.

    Seriously? An adopted sister? How uninspired are you...

    "Blast it, it must be that bastard Melon!"

    Definitely him. That's how stories work. This author, especially, is too lazy to not reuse characters like this.

    "Today, April found a blade of Bluepetal Grass (A potion ingredient) in the woods behind the mountain. However, she was spotted by Melon and his gang, and now they are refusing to let her


    Yep, it was him. I knew it.

    "Melon again!"

    Upon hearing this news, a raging anger flared in Spring's eyes.

    "Take me there," Spring commanded as he dusted off the dust on his palms.

    "Eh? Just you alone? Why not bring the third uncle along?"

    Because he's the protagonist. He's gotta be reckless.

    Seeing that Spring wanted to leave by himself, Choly quickly tried to stop him. He knew that Spring had been beaten unconscious by Melon previously. Hence, he was afraid that this time was going to be a repeat thrashing of Spring. Even though he disliked Melon, he had to admit that he was a tough fellow.

    "Stop dallying. If we are late, April will definitely be bullied and I will make sure you never play with her again." Spring frowned, the third uncle mentioned by Choly was his father August.

    Yeah... We know that. The context alone made that obvious. We're not as slow as you are.

    However, an adult intervening in matters of the younger generations will at worst result in a harsh dressing down and this was not enough to quench the anger in Spring's heart.

    "Alright, you win. Follow me. Later, when Melon attacks, let me help you. After all, I am at 1x3 so I can definitely trade some blows."

    Choly scratched his head, slightly taken aback by Spring's threat. He then proceeded to lead Spring to his sister.

    Again, I'm still reeling at the fact that he got himself a sister without telling me. Granted, there have only been 4 chapters so far, but... You'd think she'd come up, no?

    As he watched Choly's round body, Spring involuntarily let out a laugh. However, in the next moment, his facial expression turned darker. Gritting his lips, he swore: "Melon, this time I am going to beat you like the dog you are!"

    There was a relatively vast forest in the mountains at the back of the Grassblade Family district. If one were lucky, one could occasionally be able to find one an ingredient or two in that forest. Thus, whenever they had some time, the younger generation of the Grassblade Family would always come by to try their luck. As such, one could probably say that the forest was a rather popular place among the Grassblade Family.

    At this time, there was quite a crowd at the entrance of the forest. These people were all young teenagers, clearly the younger generation of the Grassblade Family.

    Past the human wall, a group of sturdy figures towered at the center of the road, just happening to block off the pathway. Behind these figures was a young girl in a light-colored attire.

    The girl's features were like a painting and her skin was white as the freshly fallen snow. Although she was still young, her beauty was already causing many to be breathless and stunned at the sight. In addition, at this moment, her eyes, which were normally full of life, were now angrily staring at the figures in front of her. Her tiny dirt covered hand tightly grabbed a blue plant that was emitting a faint fragrance.

    Description's a bit exaggerated, doncha think?

    "Melon, don't be too overbearing!"

    April glared at the one particular figure at the head of the crowd, traces of anger in her normally lively voice.

    "Heh heh, we had already discovered this Bluepetal Grass yesterday, it's just that we waited till today to retrieve it. Yet you've taken what was ours, how can you still say I'm the overbearing one?" The figure at the front turned out to be a youngster who looked to be about 14 or 15 years of age. At this point, he was grinning with his arms crossed while gazing at the angry April.

    "That's nonsense!"

    Hearing Melon trying to twist the facts, April's tiny face reddened in anger. She had spent a lot of effort to find this Bluepetal Grass, how could that scoundrel have found it first? Moreover, if he really did find it first as he said, how could he have possibly left it there? Could it be that he was deliberately waiting for someone else to pick it?

    "I'm not speaking nonsense..."

    Melon gazed at April who looked adorable even when angry. Nevertheless, he was all smiles as he said: "April, give me the Bluepetal Grass and I will let you go."

    "Don't even think of it!"

    April ground her teeth. Over this period, she had seen how Spring had so painstakingly trained as if his life was on the line. She also understood that if Spring does not perform well in the upcoming competition, not only he but his parents as well will suffer a tremendous blow.

    Where were you, when you were 'seeing him painstakingly train'? I know it's in poor taste to continue the joke from the last chapter, but where were you all this time?

    Thus, during this period, she had always come here in hopes of finding even just one Ingredient such that she could help Spring increase his training pace. Having finally found one stalk of Bluepetal Grass today after much difficulty, how could she possibly hand it over to that horrible scoundrel!

    "Since it's like that, looks like you can only spend the night in this place." Melon chuckled, glancing towards April before continuing: "Just now, that brat Choly seemed to run away, he should have gone to find Spring right? Good, I'm still not satisfied with that last beating I gave him."

    At these words, April's tiny face changed. She knew that Spring and Melon usually never saw eye to eye and they would be itching to fight every time they met. However, every time they fought, Spring always ended up on the short end of the stick.

    "Give the Bluepetal Grass to me and I will not beat him, how does that sound?" Seeing April's tiny face change, Melon laughed heartily, pleased at himself.

    "You scoundrel!"

    April bit her lip, her eyes already somewhat red. At this look, many would feel somewhat sorry for her. Because she was already so beautiful and such a lively young girl, don't even bother mentioning the Grassblade Family, she held the adoration of many youngsters. Even in the entire Turquoise Town.

    Again. Going too far.

    Yet, though many in the crowd were sorry for her and felt unsatisfied at this turn of events, after some consideration, they decided not to step in or say anything. Melon was a little tyrant among the younger generation of the Grassblade Family. Not only did he have a substantial amount of strength, but his father was also the one in charge of the Grassblade Family's finances. Thus, no one was willing to offend him, and even if they did go and report him to the older generation, Melon would at most be locked up for only one or two days. In addition, after getting out, he would definitely retaliate against the one who reported him. Therefore, among the younger generation, there were very few incidences of anyone coming into conflict with him.

    "Won't you hand it over? If you don't hurry up, I'm afraid Spring will arrive at any moment..."

    Melon taunted while deliberately acting as if he were surveying the surroundings as if he was looking forward to Spring's arrival.

    "Take it!"

    Tears of grievance welled up in April's eyes, yet she stubbornly endured. Tightly gripping the Bluepetal Grass in her hands one last time, she gritted her teeth before fiercely throwing it towards Melon.

    "Heh heh, good girl."

    In response, Melon gleefully stepped forward to catch the Bluepetal Grass which had been flung his way. However, just as he was about to snatch the Bluepetal Grass out of the air, his arm got hit with a strong gust of wind and was knocked aside. Meanwhile, the grass floated back onto the ground, next to April.

    This sudden turn of events caused everyone to be shocked. Their gazes hastily turned to look at who had come before turning to ones of sympathy.


    A malicious intent suddenly rose up in his eyes as he sneered: "Spring? Good, looks like you've grown some balls in the few days that we've not seen each other. I guess I might have let you off too lightly the last time and you've yet to learn your lesson."

    "Melon, I've already given you the Bluepetal Grass, what else do you want?" April said in anger as her tiny face changed upon seeing Melon's malicious look. She quickly picked up the Bluepetal Grass that had fallen to the ground and threw it over to Melon.

    "I will take the Ingredient and also beat him today!" Melon caught the Bluepetal Grass, sneering.

    "You!" April's tiny face grew hot with anger at these words. Her small hands formed into fists, even in her wildest dreams she had never imagined that Melon would be such a scoundrel.

    Seriously? He's such a cliché villain. How could you have not expected this to happen?

    Spring also could not help but sneer at Melon's rude and unreasonable conduct. Soon after, he pulled April to one side and returned Melon's words: "I will take the Ingredient and beat you today!"


    At Spring's words, Melon was clearly stunned though he quickly regained his wits and laughed out loud. With a mocking gaze, he looked at the former and said: "Looks like I might have hit your head a little too hard previously?"

    The rest of the crowd also looked towards Spring, baffled. Though it was good to be strong-willed, if one oversteps his boundaries, one would be asking for punishment. The two had fought many times before, but every single time it always ended up in Spring being beaten black and blue.

    "Spring, don't fight with him, we don't need that Bluepetal Grass." Seeing that Spring wanted to clash against Melon yet again, April quickly pulled him back, a trace of worry in her voice.

    "Yeah, Spring, a true man knows better than to fight when the odds are stacked against him. Go back and train for a while longer before you come back and teach this bastard a lesson." Choly who had followed closely behind Spring promptly opened his mouth to advise the latter.

    "Want to leave? It's not that easy!"

    Melon sneered, in the next instant, his figure dashed forward. In a mere moment, several fireballs flew towards Spring's chest as it faintly emitted the sound of rushing wind.

    "*Insert onomatopoeia here*"

    The Fireballs drifted off course and collided with each other.

    As a loud noise like that of explosions and burning and such things sounded out.

    "2x rank?!"

    After that exchange, Melon could sense that something was not right, his opponent's control of mana was far greater than his. Such control clearly signified a 2x rank. Not to mention, his mana was roundabouts equally powerful.

    "How is this possible? This brat was only 0x3 half a month ago, how could he have suddenly risen to 2x4?!" Melon could not believe it, yet he clenched his jaw, "Even if you have reached 2x4, don't even think of fighting with me!"

    But he's stronger than you. So he's going to win.

    "Falling Rock!"

    Please, just call it a meteor. That's not copyrighted, right?

    Soon after, multiple rocks appeared; they rushed ferociously towards Spring's head. That kind of power was akin to rocks falling from very high up in the sky.

    ... No comment.

    "Falling rock? To think that Melon has to learn such powerful spells, Spring is really unlucky." The crowd was in an uproar after seeing Spring's current situation.

    But Spring's stronger... The numbers show that. Even Melon has pretty much agreed to it...

    Spring's gaze fixed itself on the multiple incoming falling rocks. Although Melon's Falling Rocks were not weak, it was terribly put together, and the glyphs were all over the place. Without hesitation, Spring straightaway shot them down. He had yet to use any spells. Spells are for chumps.

    At this very moment, Melon's eyes were thick with shock. Nothing he did worked. Spring just made everything miss.

    "Slap his face! I heard that those face slapping novels are popular these days."

    Shut up Winter, you're an idiot. This novel's never gonna be popular.

    "I know how to use spells!"

    Spring icily smiled, his arm stretched forward as various glyphs gathered. Following which, a wind blade shot out and severed Melon's wrist.

    Wait. Stop. Severing his wrist? Dude, you're the bad guy now.


    Faced with a wind blade, Melon's palm fell. Step by step, he staggered back before finally falling, to the amazement of the crowd of onlookers.

    Do palms make 'thud' sounds? Naming, characters, plot, dialogue, setting, and now onomatopoeia. The author has repeatedly demonstrated why he really should not be an author.
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