Kiltering Mayhem

Smiling diabolically, i bent forward, the panicking in the expression of the woman increases dramatically as my face goes near her, touching her forehead and nose with mine.

Her widened bright emerald eyes are a sight to behold, enchanting, sharp and dangerous, yet, indecision and uncertainty are currently plaguing them, conquering her serenity with unstoppable tempo.

—You think you are not gorgeous, so i am going to prove to you otherwise, and for that, I want full control over your hair.

Her puzzled glance can't keep up with my scheme, so i enlight her with my reason behind this apparently meaningless and harmless petition.

—A woman's hair is really important, is the first exponent of her feminity, I want you to let it grow, and if you want to cut it, have a different hairstyle or dye it, you need my permission and approval, if don't, i will punish you depending on the severity of your misbehavior, And in case you thought this seemed simple, no one but me can touch your hair without my approval, have I made myself perfectly clear?.

—Yes…

There is no complain or vacillation on her attitude, and such display of obedience from her accelerates my heart rate like the flutter of a hummingbird.

{Why am i so pumped up?, I can sense every single one of my muscle fibers contract with anticipation and excitement, but what am I waiting for exactly?}

—Well, "Little Eslana", Do we see each other tomorrow here at, let's say, "0'800" of the morning.

—"Eslana"?, and from where am i little?.

—Is a contraction from "Esmeralda Avellana", the colour of your eyes and hair, and little is the latter, plus, i still don't know your name yet, usually the person who asks for a "Duel" is the one introducing themselves.

—Is Marckza Attzzï'Yri… , What about you, shouldn't you tell me in exchange too.

{She is so entertaining with her relentless conviction, yet is obedient, and simultaneously shows her defiant attitude on each occasion she can}

—Jajaja, of course, I am Drïekvïer Trektör, and remember, no one can touch your hair, So i hope you are careful, and or, inform me every time you fail.

—That is a given Trektör…

—See you tomorrow morning then…

She stands up nodding to me while I advance to my right, she does the same to her left, and we keep walking a few steps before turning to face the other.

""—This is awkward…""

The mention of the same phrase at unison only makes things worse, as the silence is augmenting the weirdness of this situation.

—*Mhump*, "Little Eslana", You mentioned The Shtra'Yon Combat Academy, do you know more about the exam?.

—You don't know?.

Her confusion is amusing, because she doesn't comprehend yet that i don't have the need to lie.

—Nope, I have no idea, to be precise, I didn't even knew about the "Talent" test, until yesterday.

{They told me that the military deployment law was only for those over 78, so in my anger, I simply walked away from those ungrateful Officials and Politicians}

—That is extremely weird, usually someone learns about the "Talent" test and prepare for it at least with eight months of anticipation.

{Oh!, So that is why everyone just wish me good luck after they heard about my impulsive rushed decision}

—I see, well, I simply went to the Talent Test this morning and from there now i am here.

—You were that confident on your result?.

—Jajaja, Not at all Little Eslana, in fact, i was so nervous that i saw 1.87 instead of the 18.75 that appear on the scanner, Jajaja.

—Y-You are not supposed to mention any of your "Parameters"!.

—Oh!, "My Bad", I haven't checked that about my Protocol yet, and everyone present on the Test saw the result, so, what does it matter if you know it or not?, It changes absolutely nothing between us.

—That is not true, revealing your Talent is akin to give the exact answer about how many "Professions" you have.

—I don't follow you, either you have One, Two or Three Professions, and you don't have to be a genius to decipher the mystery, because it is irrelevant, destroy their heads, they die, the Professions become meaningless.

—*Sigh*, You are really weird.

—And i think you maybe relay too much on Protocol, I am barely learning about it, and I am not going to diminish its value, the advantages are the real deal, but they are not the only ones you can get…

{Vwöölth is proof of that, it is not "Elemental", "Ethereal", "Zöhår", "Energy" or something that fits under any of those criterias}

—I mean, "The Kcrwlmndth Federation" is the most powerful Nation across Clarattoia, yet, the population with access to Talent must be around one out of fifty thousand, and that is being way too generous with the estimation, still, the ratio in other countries is one of thirty in the worst case scenario, but putting aside the Farioth of the Northern Front, and the short lived rampage of the "Obsidian Lions", Kcrwlmndth remains unchallenged.

—Maybe they are like you, "Just because they can do something, doesn't mean they should do it".

—In the past i would agree with you on this, but with how weak they had become since they join the "Global Alliance", I wouldn't be surprised if the "Grand" Federation of Kcrwlmndth falls into a civil war or get conquered in the next months, they literally are doing the exact same thing the Treï'Yiderian did in the past…

—Yeah… , everyone know about that, they lost an eighth of their lands against the "Drêringêr", and four sixths of their overall territory including oceans against the "Sirein", and as a final disrespect towards them, the Sirein called their newborn Nation under the Old Treï'Yiderian Capital City, "Treïdeliss".

—Jajaja.

—Why are you laughing!.

She exclaim annoyed, but i just laugh again.

—Jajaja, I don't know, every time this is mentioned by anyone i laugh, is uncontrollable…

—You really are weird.

—Say the gorgeous babe that thinks it is not attractive.

—I am not!.

—And i am still hard, so unless you believe this straight trees have better curves than the ones you possess, the responsible of my state is no other than you.

—Pervert!.

—If you say so, I would keep "Perving" on you… , Is that even a word?.

—I don't know Pervert, stop following me!.

—You followed me little Eslana!, Not the other way around!.

—Forget that!.

She says a bit angered, so i pat her head to calm her down, and it works, as her voice turns softer.

—W-What are you doing?!.

—Patting your head…

—I am not a dog or a small kid.

—But i can do whatever i want with your hair, isn't that correct Little Eslana?.

—It is Trektör…

—Is nice that you comprehend this already, so keep being a "Good Girl" for me.

Marckza nods in acceptance and with a muffled voice she asks.

—Trektör, can you stop?, is making me… , uncomfortable.

—Of course "Eslana", so mention to me anything i do that is overstepping on your boundaries, otherwise i may disregard it, believe it or not, I really suck interacting with others, because i don't have, how they say, "Filters".

—I noticed that long ago.

We continue our path tougher almost all the way, in the end, I stop at the entrance of the Guest House as she keeps walking towards the next building, an only women allowed.

{This is quite common on some Countries, Though in Kcrwlmndth this would never be a thing, Gender Equity was reached before the foundation of the territory as a Federation, almost 4,700 years ago}

The Landlady opens the door and allows my entry.

—You are back!, For a moment i thought i have to put the add again.

{So the last room is occupied now}

—My apologies Ma'am, I had a small mishap, but nothing to worry about.

—I hope so, I heard that have been several assaults around here, i prefer to not pull up the shotgun…

{What?!}

—Just a small prank to you, but what is not a joke is that this aggressions had been attributed to homeless people, so thinking that you are going to be staying here, I took the liberty of preparing the shower, so you can shower and trim your… , "Distinctive appearance" a little bit, you don't want to be mistaken for one of those attackers, right?.

{Jajaja, she is really caring}

I can only smile apologetically, is already too late for that as Marckza "Duel me".

{*Sigh*, Carmorac was right, grooming is a must on this City, on the other hand, i met a gorgeous woman due to following my beliefs, I should try and orient my actions a bit more towards what my instincts want}

—Thanks Ma'am, I gladly take your offer…

The Landlady pouting is adorable and enticing, it has the allure of a mature woman with the innocence of a Damsel.

—Do not call me Ma'am, I am not that old, i barely reach 98…

{That is a bit more than the double of my own age}

—I understand, I was being respectful, but knowing is not of your liking, How should i address you Landlady?.