The Eminence In The Shadow 150 Who Do You Think You're Dealing With?

I was genuinely curious about OWL so I walked all around the camp the whole night . Results: nothing .

I'm really going at it blindly .

The only thing I know is that OWL is supposed to be somewhat strong .

I couldn't check each and every person in the camp, but I was about to determine that there were around 10 people who might fit the bill .

I did this by looking at how they walk and how they handle themselves, but that didn't mean much . Not really .

There are times when a weak looking guy is unexpectedly powerful, or when a musclehead might actually be a really weak .

So basically, I gave up . With so few clues, I couldn't do it .

Maybe I should go out into town tonight and ask around?

I'll think about it later .

Okay, that out of the way, I went ahead and had the breakfast that Mr . Zack so graciously prepared, and was currently out on a walk under the refres.h.i.+ng sunlight pouring down on the camp courtyard .

I very much liked the cool winter air coupled with a beautiful, sunny sky .

The sky was clear, and, I can't explain this well, but it sort of felt like my soul was being reinvigorated .

"Mmm . "

Walking past the hobo-like prisoners having their bad soup and worse bread, I noticed that I didn't look like a mob at all .

Don't get me wrong . I can pull off the mob role no problem in a town .

But compared to these people, I wasn't dirty and ragged enough . Well, I'm still new here, and blending in should come naturally with the time, so…

I noticed people shouting .

"How dare you accuse us!?"

A crowd had formed .

I squeezed my way through them . I felt like this was going to get fun and I wanted front row seats .

"Don't you dare deny it . "

Said Clara Oriana facing a mobbish dude at the center of it all . The guy was some no-name from the meeting in the cellar last night .

Behind Clara stood people who were probably from the Royalists camp, and behind the no-name stood people from the Doem side . Among them, I could see Zack and also their boss .

"Royalists and Doem Camp are going at it…"

"Things might get b.l.o.o.d.y…"

The rabble chattered .

"One of ours was murdered last night . When we found him, there were signs of an a.s.sault and torture . "

Mother of c.r.a.p . Since I was out looking for OWL, I missed a key event .

"We dindu nuffin!!"

"He was tortured! You're about the only people who'd resort to that, confess at once!"

Clara cried furiously .

"Serves him right! I say good f.u.c.kin' riddance!!"

"—Knave!!"

In her anger, Clara slapped the no-name .

Suddenly, everyone got quiet, as if time had stopped .

— Then .

"Done it now, b.i.t.c.h!"

The guy who got slapped grabbed and raised the club at his waist .

Yeah, this be no good .

Clara can't handle that . Worst case, the club cracks her head open and she's dead .

Yeah, sorry, but I don't like it if some no-name mob suddenly kills a major character .

"—Huh?"

Muttered Clara, her eyes wide in shock .

Right before her eyes, the man who was about to swing down a weapon at her, had spontaneously collapsed . The club he was holding was flung high into the air .

"—HUH!? What just happened!?"

"How'd he just!?"

The rabble were scared and confused .

"It can't be— OWL?"

"Find him!! He's here somewhere!"

"…Owl?"
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Both Royalists and Doem Camp went on guard .

I was the culprit though .

It was simple . I had a piece of slime detach from the bottom of my shoe and burrow underground . Then I had it shoot out from under the guy and hit him under the jaw .

No one noticed, but that's fine . That right there was very much was a power from the shadows would do .

Or so I thought, by Mr . Zack was glancing at me with suspicion .

I made a cryptic smile, and purposefully looked away— Perfection .

Now that's what I call a job well done .

Which was when I noticed it . The club that had been sent flying was coming down my way .

And suddenly, I had a eureka moment .

— Show ain't over yet!

My role of that of a power in the shadows is done for now .

However, I have yet to fulfil my role as a mob!

I took only an instant to determine the club's trajectory, and as it wouldn't actually hit me in my current position, I swiftly moved to the spot where it would land .

Having expected I'd need it at some point, I placed a small blood back in my mouth and looked upwards .

And the club struck down right on my nose .

"Bhoorfff!?"

I blew the prepared blood in my mouth from out my nose and fell back .

The blood sprayed out like a fountain, glistening in the light of the sun . Quite artistic if I do say so myself .

Mob Arts: Nosebleed Splasher

This is a pretty high level technique .

"Ugh! I'm gonna puke!!"

"Eghh, it's on my face!"

To you people of the camp who wished to see carnage, I present to you a fountain of nose blood .

— And there you have it .

While the power in the shadows aids the MC, some random mob gets the unfortunate role of being collateral!

"Wait, you're hurt!?"

I was collapsed on my back, completely sated, but seeing as Clara was running over, I quickly pretended to be out cold .

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