Lightning Is the Only Way

"Tch, here he goes again," said one of the onlookers to another one in disdain.

"Yeah, I sometimes even wonder if he is actually part of our guild," another one said.

The issue of why those disciples didn't like that particular one was what he was famous for doing. This was not the first time this disciple had done something like that. He would run out of a blind spot and purposefully collide with people. Then, he would grow angry and demand compensation. He had actually earned a lot of money from doing that because no one wanted to offend someone from the Fire Guild. The other disciples looked down on him because of this dirty, shameless habit of his.

"Do I look blind to you?" asked Gravis evenly.

"Ye-"the disciple wanted to speak immediately but stopped. That was often how it went. He would call the person a blind fuck, and then they would often counter with them not being blind. He would then say that they looked blind because of their dog-eyes, and then he would tell them his status, making the other side retreat. Like this, he could get compensation.

Yet, when he looked at Gravis, he realized that something was not right. The issue was that Gravis actually looked like he was blind. His eye color was silver or grey, depending on the person one asked. On top of that, it looked like his eyes had received several cuts. Gravis looked blind from his point of view.

This was not how it was supposed to go. Did he actually block the path of a blind person? All the drive of the disciple left him as he felt genuinely guilty. He had no problems doing that to other people but doing that to a blind person actually made him feel guilty.

"Hey, I'm sorry for calling you blind, okay?" he said apologetically. "But you really need to watch… ehm… you should look out for… fuck… you need to be more careful on the street," the disciple said, fumbling over his words.

"Do I look blind or not?" asked Gravis again, this time, with more heaviness in his voice.

The disciple didn't know how to act. Gravis sounded like a non-blind person would speak in this scenario. The disciple didn't know what to say for a second. He does look blind. Why was he asking?

"Hey, I'm sorry for blocking your path, okay?" he said.

This was all Gravis needed to hear. Only people with a Will-Aura could feel the Spirit of others when they were in the Energy Gathering Realm. This disciple, obviously, didn't have a Will-Aura. Therefore, the disciple didn't know that he had just blocked the path of a Spirit Forming expert. His evasive attitude could only mean one thing. He thought Gravis was blind.

Gravis looked into the sky with a sigh. "So I actually look blind," he lamented. This proved that his concerns hadn't been baseless. He really didn't look forward to future encounters like that. After some seconds, he looked at the disciple again. He wanted to punch him in the stomach and just be done with this, but he got another idea.

chin in thought. 'This should work, right?' he thought. After a second, Gravis looked into the disciple's eyes again.

WHOOM!

the disciple got pushed down by an invisible dome, and he fell over,

"Exactly!" said Gravis.

Will-Aura anywhere he wanted. Sadly, he wasn't able to compress it yet. If he released his Will-Aura

He tried that just now, and it had worked. The bottom had hit

at what had happened. How did the earth beneath the disciple get destroyed? Why did he suddenly lose consciousness? Gravis didn't even move! Everyone was

his joke, but he was disappointed when no one reacted. "Ah, fuck that," he muttered

took deep breaths. This expert was mysterious and

disciple shouted while

at the smithy. It was a rather tall tower in the form of a hammer. Gravis admired the building for a little bit and then entered. When he went inside, he only saw a hall with many different forging equipments strewn around. He also didn't see any banks or chairs to sit. 'Not even chairs?'

walked to a wall and leaned on it, closing his eyes. He might as well use the time

the inside of the forge opened. The Vice-Guild Master, that Gravis talked to earlier, came out, smiling at Gravis. "Hello, Gravis. Please follow me to a side-room," he said, beckoning him to follow. The Vice-Guild Master had long black hair and red eyes. His eyes looked friendly yet hid deep explosiveness

room. In here, Gravis could see four chairs and a table. This was probably a place

to move forward. Unfortunately, my lightning is too strong, thus creating an instantaneous acceleration that always

telling him that, but that only showed that this was really an unusual request. He continued listening

something magnetic that I can ride on without falling off,"

the Vice-Guild Master.

on each corner. I don't want something like a handlebar since I want to keep my hands

thought with the pen. "I think I get what you want," he said. "The Lightning Sect uses a similar method of transportation, but a little different. Most of them use a spear, so we only

Vice-Guild Master started drawing on the paper until he finished a draft. He showed it to Gravis, and Gravis' eyes widened. This was precisely what he wanted! It was a small board made of metal, maybe half a meter long. It had four wheels on its corners,

some springs at the bottom. Gravis was pretty smart, so he quickly realized

accelerated. When the board drove forward, he could make a jumping motion to make the board jump