Sumatra's Greatest Fan - Chapter 156: GaraBuntara

Chapter 156: GaraBuntara

UWAAA!

The baby kept crying, making MyuraBuntara feel restless the longer time passed, “Father!”

“Where is the Chief?” She roared.

“He has yet to return.” The gruff man replied with a hint of shame.

“He literally showcased my son to the entirety of the Wean Clan and what not, but he’s not here when my son needs his help?” She barked in rage, “Are you telling me to shut up and wait…”

“I’m trying my best!” The gruff man uttered and exited the room, only to see the corpses of the guards strewn across, ’I didn’t even sense anything…’

He hurriedly turned around and rushed towards his daughter and leapt while splitting his bodies. He was at the 9-Life Stage, and could cover the room once he split his stack, watching a blade stab into the spine of one of his bodies. “There you are!”

He rushed at the assassin whose figure got revealed for a moment and engaged in a fight, only to curse as the opponent seemed to vanish into thin air. ’He’s not disappearing per se. He’s only vanishing from my senses.’

He stared at the piece of rib in his palms that he had ripped out of the attacker and then observed the door to the room was slightly ajar. He also felt a mild updraft from the ceiling, where a cut in the shape of a window had been made to slip through when necessary. ’That’s how he’s rushing inside and running away after making his attacks.’

The baby continued to cry for eight more days, by which the Chief returned to the Wean Clan.

“Please come in, Chief!” With dark circles strewn under his eyes, the gruff man led an individual into the room, “I want you to take a look at my grandson.”

“Hmm…” The Chief was stunned the moment he entered the room, feeling a strangely coagulative presence pervading the room from the baby that only he could sense.

“Step aside for a minute,” He asked MyuraBuntara, who hadn’t slept a wink all along and arrived before the baby that seemed to have lost a lot of weight and was barely alive, ’Had I come a couple more days later, he would be dead.’

“I’m not sure how this has happened, but there’s an influence latching onto him like a curse.” The Chief explained, “I am unable to identify the source, and if I were to forcefully cleanse it, i’m afraid the baby will be affected.”

“Then, does my baby have to suffer for the rest of his life?” MyuraBuntara asked with a pleading tone, “Can’t you do something about it, Chief?”

“Once he grows up, he’ll be able to endure it better.” The Chief explained, “I will ensure he can grow to reach that point.”

Saying so, he left the room and returned many hours later, holding a clump of powder in his hands. He scattered it upon the baby and covered the latter’s skin. Slowly, the powder seemed to react as it flowed across the skin and gathered above the heart to resemble a pellet.

“Good, it’s working.” The Chief said upon seeing the baby’s cries steadily abate, and addressed MyuraBuntara, “I used the Celestial Boar’s Vara to make this pellet. It will be absorbing most of the influence permeating the baby’s body.”

“It’s not a perfect solution, but this is the limit for the time being.” The Chief said, “I’ll observe him in regular intervals, figure out and understand the cause. And then, I’ll be able to treat him fully.”

“Thank you, Chief!” MyuraBuntara bowed in gratitude.

“Have you named the child yet?” The Chief asked.

“Not yet,” MyuraBuntara shook her head.

“Then let me do it.” The Chief plucked his hair to roll into a string, which he used to tie the pellet around the baby’s neck and picked it up, speaking after careful consideration, “I think it’s fate that he’s born with a threat to life, suffers through multiple issues, and despite everything, is born with the strength to rise above everyone.”

“GaraBuntara!” The Chief announced, “It means the ruler born without limits.”

Slowly, he raised the baby, just like he had done before the entirety of the Wean Clan when the baby was born, “He will, in the near future, lead us to greater heights.”

The Chief, right after, kicked his leg upwards, generating a series of blinking blades of wind that succeeded after one another like a train and rampantly cut through something in the farther reaches of the top floors.

A few seconds later, blood dripped down, raining upon the baby as the Chief announced, “Every assassin sent to kill him, henceforth, will be used to create blood for his bath.”

Four months later, Torq got up, his appearance resembling a two-year-old kid. With wobbly steps, he approached the window and slowly climbed to the window sill, from where he peered into the expansive territory before him, ’The Depraved Human Major Disaster must have concluded by now.’

’Such difference in situation.’ He observed the relatively peaceful society stretching beyond, ’While the Cooter Clan is struggling with the invasion, the Wean Clan is still wholly occupied with their civil war.’

As for the Nirclicks Invasion? They were treated as a delicacy.

“My son!” A surprised shout rang out as MyuraBuntara rushed into the room and grabbed Torq to chide, “Don’t you know it’s dangerous to stand on the windowsill?”

“What if you trip and fall?” She expressed her anxiousness, and then upon seeing the baby behave like he had understood her words, she calmed down and grew chirpy soon after, “Now!”

“Mommy has brought a surprise for my darling!” She grabbed a basket and opened it, revealing the carcass of a Pranic Beast within, “This is a new delicacy that is trending across our Clan!”

“I brought the tastiest portion for you.” Saying so, she pointed at a certain section of the carcass, “Look, its core is still intact.”

She ripped it out and handed it to Torq, “Munch on it, my child!”

’This is what makes the Wean Clan so terrifying!’ Torq thought and opened his mouth, watching MyuraBuntara squeal as she fed him the core.

“Shooo cute!” She uttered and watched her son chomp upon the core and gulp it down, “You like it?”

Seeing Torq nod in response, her face beamed in delight, “Want more?”

“Father,” She uttered upon seeing Torq nod again, speaking once the gruff man peered into the room, “GaraBuntara loves the Narlakk Cores.”

“I need a few more.”

“You think Narlakks grow on trees…” The gruff man rolled his eyes and then groaned once before walking away, “My older brother is cultivating one. Let me see if it has grown any new cores…”

“It’ll be here soon.” MyuraBuntara fawned as she wiped Torq’s mouth with a luxuriously embroidered kerchief, “There, there, don’t drool while you’re eating. Oh…how are you shooo cute even like this?”

Torq eyed the kerchief for a moment and felt his head spin in response, ’I remember reading about it in the book. The wool in this kerchief is sourced from an extremely rare Silver Grade Pranic Beast.’

His thoughts of reverie were cut off suddenly, when he noticed a change in his stomach, ’That Narlakk Core had a Spirit Container within it?’

His eyes shot open and stared at the loving expression of MyuraBuntara. And then, he closed his eyes once again, ’In this life, I won’t be a failure!’

’If even with a King’s foundation, I were to fail, then there’s no use in me regressing again.’