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A Lewd Cultivator in Brockton Bay

Chapter 59

-VB-

It was another morning and another …

I stared down at Olenna. My little daughter suckled on her bottle while Amy and Vicky slept in. It was a good thing that our daughter was not picky with food, just that she had easy and frequent access to it.

I should be thankful that Olenna was like this.

She stopped suckling and I took the bottle away.

“Who’s my burpy little girl?” I cooed as I helped her do just that.

It was still only 7 a.m., but I needed to be out soon. “I’ll be back soon, ‘lenna. You keep your moms busy, alright?”

She gurgled at me. Chuckling, I laid her back in her crib and then left her room. Instead of heading down multiple floors below ground to train, I stopped at sublevel one and pulled out my costume.

It was a new outfit that Vicky had Parian commission for me. Honestly, they were just a pair of reinforced white jeans and a white hoodie zipper jacket.

See, unlike my previous outfit, which was basically a normal casual runner’s outfit that I lazily used as a heroic outfit, this one was custom-made with my name and reputation in mind. It was white, just like the majority of New Wave outfits, but it wasn’t spandex or latex. It fit my form but not snugly or tightly. I could run and jump around in these without feeling any restrictions.

Whether they were going to survive the coming fight was another thing. Reinforced as they were, I wondered if they could survive one of my punches.

… No matter.

Today, I’ll deal with the Empire remnants and the Gesellschaft trying to take advantage of the situation.

“You’re going hunting, aren’t you?”

I paused and turned around.

Amy stood at the bottom of this sublevel’s staircase, leaning on the railing and looking at me … not disappointed but exasperated.

“Yeah,” I said as I began putting on the clothes.

“And you didn’t think to get others for help?”

“... You know what I would argue.”

“Yes. Uncle and aunt have lives of their own, Eric and Crystal are busy with their school and college. Vicky is pregnant and I-”

“Just in case something happens to me, you know?”

She glared at me. “You will not even consider losing.”

I smirked at her as I pulled the hoodie over my head, walked up to her, and gave her a kiss. She kissed me back.

Her lips were warm and soft. I wanted to just keep kissing her-.

-but there were remnants of assholes I needed to clean up before they threatened us.

When we broke the kiss, she looked up at me.

“Take the jaguars with you.”

“Okay.”

“And come back whole and alive, got it?”

“Right, right.”

“I’m serious.”

“Me, too.”

She gave me one more glare before nodding reluctantly.

-VB-

Did I mention that Amy had a whole company of her spirit jaguars?

When I mean company, I meant that in the military term.

Amy had somehow hidden away eighty-five spirit jaguars, and I had reasons to believe she had more. I thought I was preparing for the big leagues. Amy’s been preparing for a goddamn war.

I ran leisurely (read fifty miles per hour) through New England forest with myself at the center of a large formation of spirit jaguars running through the forest with me. We headed towards the location that Vacaneer provided me.

It was actually smart of Gesellschaft to arrange a meeting location that was outside the city. It neatly avoided facing any of the former Coalition members and myself. However, they forgot that I had a higher stake in this than regular capes did. Directly or indirectly, Amy and I have caused the white supremacists the most grief. Even if she was the healer, there was a good chance that they would come down hard on us.

And I was not going to let that stand.

All of us stopped as we neared our destination, and with one hand gesture from me, they began to move slowly, blending in and out of the shadows of the forest as they and I converged upon the meeting point.

It was a small town on the northern outskirt of the city, and I could see Gesellschaft agents and Empire remnants already arguing; I came late to the party.

I waited for the spirit jaguars to get into position, which was completely surrounding the town. I focused on the completely oblivious to the fact that their doom inched toward them.

To my surprise, the fight between the Gesellschaft and the Empire remnants - taking place at the back of an IHOP of all places - escalated as the gangsters pushed the foreign agents. Both sides tensed up as their shouts went up even higher.

So focused on their arguments, they completely missed one of the spirit jaguars falling out of the tree after missing a step. Granted, it was a third of a mile away but still!

Briefly, I took in the sights of the Gesellschaft… before I pulled out my phone. Taking their features into account, I looked them up on PHO. I got nothing on most of them.

But I did get a hit on one of the capes waiting in the back. Orlamunde, a Breaker-Master who created a fear aura. She looked like a nun, though I wasn’t sure why she was dressed like that.

I needed her either incapacitated or dead.

Crouching down, I picked up a pebble and then flung it at her.

I winced when my pebble hissed as it traveled through the air and then struck her right in the middle of her forehead. Her head snapped back and she keeled over.

The assault riled up both sides and soon they were shooting at each other.

I watched bemused as evil people killed evil people. The townspeople had vacated the area long ago, having seen armed skinheads, so for me, it was a guilt-free entertainment.

And when the fight died down as the well-trained and well-organized Gesellschaft fighters won the day… I made a single gesture.

Amy’s spirit jaguars prowled out from the woods that the town was surrounded by, and it wasn’t long before they noticed.

The racists quickly went back into formation, pointing their guns out and others kept their hands out with their powers ready or ready to rumble again. They began shouting something in German and English, but I was too far away to hear them properly.

So I gave them a look from where I sat atop a tree, picked my ear, and gave the order.

“Take them down,” I commanded and the jaguars jumped at the Gesellschaft agents. Two Brutes fought back, but the jaguars were brutes, too. One jaguar got its head punched clean off, but there were just too many spirit jaguars.

I listened to their screams as the jaguars bit down on them to immobilize them, and soon, all of the racists were either unconscious or downed without me having to lift a single finger.

That was super anti-climatic.