While those two talkative lazy guys were standing under the golden bell, Xiaomi was doing something more meaningful and mature. It had no interest in the broken bell that would not be rung. No, it has long passed the age of playing with simple toys, and it also despises such lazy cats who have no pursuits. As a truly great hunter, it only uses its terrifying skills in serious and cruel hunting situations, and eats absolutely only fresh food.
Now it becomes invisible. During those moments when the two talking things were chattering away, it nimbly hid in a corner of the platform, observing the struggle outside with its wise eyes that could only see through secrets. It was a strange battle it had never encountered before, but nothing could surprise a great cat. Behind the curtain of intertwined illusions, it can see fire and water, life and death, light and shadow.
Xiaomi. Whitebeard training master said so. Watch for signs, for comets are the manifestation of signs. The mark of the folding of the world, the beacon of the fork in destiny. It is rare to be loved by Comet, because this power belongs to Yukong Mountain, to the Lord of Silent Forest, Subrigaya of the Sisterhood, the Witch King who lives in seclusion in Bird Claw House. It was she who created Sildar Colombo, the Comet Witch, and it was with that witch that your ancestor made a pact to become the most famous hero in his hometown. Make good use of your eyes, for they are a great sign of life and death in the universe.
Of course, it replied. It is the only one of all the cats that has been trained to call comets. That shows that it is extremely talented. Although the white-bearded training master only taught it for a short period of time: he took it through a gray and foggy path and came to a palace full of mirrors. Every life brought by a comet is reflected in every mirror inlaid with flowers, and every death brought by a comet is reflected in the mirror inlaid with pearls. As it curiously looked left and right at those mirrors, it naturally learned how to watch the tide of dreams. Meow can see everything. Meows can observe everything. It can see even more than Whitebeard's training master.
It's a pity that it didn't have a chance to verify this. The Whitebeard Master Trainer always appears alone and comes and goes without a trace. And after it figured out how to let others see the comet, it never appeared again or was mentioned by anyone. A dumber cat might think it was a dream he had while napping, but he knew full well that the Whitebeard Master Trainer was definitely real. There are many more things than those torn apart by it. He's not easy to deal with either. At least, that old guy is very good at hiding and avoiding.
It even suspects that those who feed and train it daily are unaware of his existence. Those stinkers would only tell it to look at this, look at that, drink some potion that smelled like urine, and then ask it if its eyes felt itchy. That was of course useless, only the hunting lessons were good. They taught it how to use weapons, and how to high jump and ambush - that was all bullshit, it didn't need them to teach it at all, and when it got big enough it could easily do it better than any of them.
You can eat all those stinky things. certainly. It has also considered this. But the food they provide is still very appropriate, and they also know how to spice up and massage, as well as various recreational and training things. Those who want to do it by themselves are boring. It just likes to hunt and then go back to its den to have a good rest and do nothing else.
This is a special hunt. It thought as it licked its paws. It was special from the beginning actually. Hunting applications came in from a regular customer, and the pay was only enough to keep the particularly bad guys engaged. But then the feeders received a second hunting application. It was written on a very classical piece of leather paper tied with a blood-stained ribbon, and came with an anonymous deposit account established through the city of Kebe. The same goal - but the remuneration and deposit have been increased one hundred and sixty times. This generosity only adds one special requirement: the guest assigns it to the task.
It only goes out for the most special goals. Logically speaking, the down-and-out pirates wandering around cannot do this. But the price was too high. Those damn idiots provide it with all kinds of food and prey, furry or naked cubs with red skin crawling all over the ground. There must be something special about the prey this time. The feeders assured it that it could open such a high-value anonymous account in Kebei City and send a letter stained with dragon's blood. Maybe the second guest is a White Tower mage. Woolen cloth! They coaxed it, begged it, knelt down and groomed it for a good ten hours. After all, there is a difference between machine and manual work.
And this time the prey was indeed special - the little dwarf was a fire spirit. It guessed so. Whitebeard's training master also mentioned the element of fire. On the Gray Mist Trail, he told the stories of its ancestors, the great elemental masters active in that mysterious land, and all kinds of strange species.
It has no interest in the past. Meow just doesn't like cliche things. But the Whitebeard training master told it that to become a truly great hunter, its ancestors must hunt poisonous dragon snakes, or complete the commission of the element controller, so that they will obtain dragon snake teeth or elemental crystals, proving that they are alone. hunter. It is very difficult to complete such a task. The master trainer of Whitebeard pointed out that most of the hunters trained by the people who fed him would not be able to do it. But of course, Killer Mi is special, not only can it do it, but it can do it better.
A greater proof. It is more difficult than the poisonous dragon, snake, or the treasure that the element controller wants to find. The fact that it can complete such a task proves that it is the greatest hunter and the true cat among cats. What mission would make it greater than the old dead stuff? Of course, that is the hunting element controller!
Everything became clear. It continued to lick its paws and think. All this arrangement is straightforward. It even knows who did it. On the path of gray mist, in the Palace of Mirrors, in the black undercurrent eyes of the white-bearded training master. His mysterious smile and unhurried words had already revealed the plan. Those aimless chats suddenly made sense.
Elemental spirits cannot be killed by cannonballs or swords. He had told it so. But they can think and they can feel. They possess what might be tentatively called a "mind" or a "self," so it is entirely possible to injure them—using the comet skillfully, but even more skillfully using the environment.
It has already made a mistake. In the first encounter, it failed to immerse the other party in the hallucination of the comet, and instead caused it to fall into the curse of the elements. One of its eyes grew a hideous red feather so that the comet could not be seen in it. This curse must be solved. No matter what method it uses, it will destroy this little fire element.
Now, the perfect opportunity finally presents itself. In the depths of a swamp where death rippled, it saw the true image of the little fire element, the fiery and sharp behemoth, the ancient and formless conceptual monster. He was fighting endlessly with a poisonous dragon snake sprayed with death mist. His death and rebirth cycled repeatedly in Meow's sight. No secret can escape the eyes of the hunter. When this struggle is over, the remaining one will be extremely weak. That would be the best time to hunt.
