The Universe Is Innately Just 207 One's Origins Part Four

After the time, it takes for water to boil pa.s.sed. Fell left the dilapidated mansion with unhurried steps, and he noticed a few of the kids from the earlier group hidden between a few rocks and steel barriers. He couldn't help but have a smirk draw on his lips, "Guess they are still suspicious about me.", he thought as the envy to prank them appeared in his mind.

But as he saw the expression of one of them. The idea immediately disappeared from his thoughts; the snot full brat couldn't really be called hiding as more than half of his body was apparent, and his eyesight even interlocked with Fell's gaze.

Fell beckoned with his hand toward him. And the kid hesitated for a split second before darting in a sprint and seeing their peer acting like these the other didn't stay hidden for long and began surrounding Fell's figure. There was even a brave one who continually grabbed his leg while muttering incoherently.

"Where Ish' Food?". Fell even felt that if he told the toddler that he didn't have any food, he would definitely begin screaming and crying from disappointment.

"Give me some distance, kids.", he said in an authoritative yet amiable tone that made the kid listen to him. They backed away a few steps and began waiting with apparent excitement on their faces. Fell nearly laughed out loud when he saw their little limbs wiggle and wobble around from impatience.

Fell closed his eyes for a second, and his leg traced a leg step on the ground in a swift movement. He repeated the action thrice in a row and drew a long rectangle on the dusty floor. Then his eyes glowed briskly and lighted in an incandescent light for a split second before he stomped savagely on the ground.

The floor under his leg trembled. But the vibration didn't move away from the rectangle, and the kids didn't feel a thing. Only Fell could feel the numerous wave the solid ground under his leg was going through. Then, like a pillar appearing from the middle of the Earth, the rectangle he had drew popped out of the ground and only stopped when it rose more than dozens of centimeters.

Gasps echoed through the silent Baby Cemetery. And the many kids, and toddlers, were genuinely gobsmacked by the man's near-magical art. Their eyes were opened roundly, and their snot dropped low, nearly touching the dusty ground for a few of them.

"Mister is a saint…", murmured one little girl while tugging at her brother's arm. But her brother's face rived on the man in front of them, and was entirely oblivious to anything she had said.

A satisfied smile appeared on his face, and he wiped a trace of sweat that appeared on his face with his sleeve before stepping toward the table made of the ground.

He looked at it with a contented gaze and patted the table a few times with fast but soft taps. Cloud of dust rose from the table and gathered in a whirlwind in the middle of Fell's hand, and before long, the table was entirely smooth.

"Sorry for the wait kids, there is only a last step before everybody can eat together.", with those words, a large piece of tissue appeared in his hand. He placed it on top of the rock table, and used it as a table cloth before taking out the delicacies he had prepared.

The eyes of the many kids present glowed with stronger light as the odor from the meat hit their nostrils. They couldn't help but want to approach the table, but as the man was still in the midst of the preparation, they didn't want to bother him. Although they grew in the baby cemetery, those kids were strangely aware of when to advance and when to back. Far more sensible than the kids from the central district, who grew sheltered from the danger of the world.

After counting the heads that were going to eat, he sighed as he didn't have enough plate. In the end, he decided that they wouldn't care that much about eating in the same dish; he had less than dozens of small plates; Fell thought that it would probably be an excellent opportunity to share a meal with their friends.

"In the end, eating a meal with one's hand on the same plate is one sign of friends.h.i.+p.", he thought before beckoning to the children to approach.

The many heads present rushed toward the table; before long, they were sitting in front of the table with eyes glued on the fuming pink meat.

But even in that state. None of them dared to open the dance, and they waited for someone to pick a piece first before digging in too.

"No need to wait for me kids, dig in already or its turn bad if its cold.", he exclaimed before rubbing the greasy hair of one of them.

He knew that was what he said wasn't especially true; cold or hot, they didn't care as the meal was meat, something they very rarely ate — not even talking about premium quality meat from the central district. To them, the opportunity was nearly G.o.dsend, and they couldn't help but tenderly look at the plated filled with food.

They didn't dare to take their sights from the plates. Afraid that the many dishes would disappear from the table the moment their vision would dart somewhere else. Still, the moment Fell told them to not wait for him, the kids' hand flew toward the plates filled with meat, and they filled the plate, in front of them, in the blink of an eye.

Fell couldn't help but hesitate between laughing or crying the moment he heard a little girl cry.

Her plate was empty; just as Fell was going to open his lips to ask them to share their meal with her. One of the boys got up with a full plate, and share half of his content with her without batting an eyelid.

Fell saw through his disguise and noticed that he was bleeding internally from having to give away this much food. But he didn't show any of that, and that caused a little smile to appear on Fell's lips.