Child of Destiny

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"Look! That kid is here again!"

"Why do we have to accept outsiders in our village?"

"I know right? Don't they want to repeat the tragedy that happened in our home? It is because of those outsiders that we have lost everything."

"I don't know what the leaders are thinking. Have they not learned their lessons already?"

"History will always repeat itself."

Murmurs of people around could be heard by a little boy sitting on a wooden bench. Even if they knew that the poor child could hear them, they did not care as their hatred toward the outsiders was so intense that they did not care whether they were someone old or an innocent little kid.

The poor kid sighed as he heard the ridicule, hate speech, and insults by the people in the little plaza. He had heard these since his parents brought him to this village. He didn't understand why they wanted him to stay in this place while the villagers hated them.

He hopped down from where he sat and left with slumped shoulders and a lowered head while walking.

Not long after, when he reached the secluded place, a bunch of kids suddenly blocked his path and called him out. "Hey! Outsider! Why are you still here? Why don't you just leave and follow your parents?"

Looking at them, the kid could not help but frown his brows confusedly. He did not know why the villagers hated him so much when he did not even do anything.

The group surrounding him was at least two to three years older than him. But even with their very young age, they excluded a strange aura. Each of them possessed the certain momentum that was coming from true combatants of Mentalist Clans.

It was clear that each of these kids was trained at a very tender age, where the systematic training was meant for elites of a powerful kingdom. Discover hidden stories at мѵʟ

As an ordinary five-year-old kid, he did not stand a chance against this group.

The leader of the group frowned when he saw the kid frowning at them. "What?! Do you have anything to say? Are you mad at us? Then leave this village and follow your parents!"

Hearing their unreasonable demands, the kid sighed before resuming his steps. He did not have any energy to argue with these people.

This was not their first ttrying to harass him. They had been doing this almost every day since he had chere three months ago.

Their words were usually aggressive, but there seemed to be something different this time. The people of the village were much more aggressive and contained more hatred.

Seeing him walking away after ignoring them, the leader of the group suddenly becenraged and turned around. He stretched his hand grabbed the shoulders of the said outsider and threw him on the ground.

"Do you take us as a joke!?" shouted the leader as an ugly expression washed over his face.

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This time, he failed to suppress his anger. He pounced on the kid on the ground and started hitting the latter. "Because of you, outsiders, we have lost our homes! We have lost our parents!"

Bam! Bam!

Pak!

He continued to him the poor kid until he was somewhat tired. But he did not stop hurting the latter after that. Right after he stood up, he signaled his group, and they started kicking the kid on the ground.

The younger kid on the ground curled his body, protecting his head. He did not know what they were doing when he did not even do anything. He could not understand why they were doing all of this.

He tightly bit his lips while enduring the pain of their kicks. Tears were accumulating at the corner of his eyes, but he stubbornly endured while suppressing the anger in his heart.

At the stime, he was asking his parents in his mind. 'Why did Mom and Dad leave here?'

The people here might not know, but his parents did not just leave him in this village. He knew that they not only leave this place but this world as well.

As he was about to lose consciousness when he suddenly learned a young and innocent voice.

"What are you guys doing?"

Hearing this voice, the group suddenly stopped and turned to its owner. Then he saw a three-year-old boy curiously looking at them.

This little toddler did not only have a cute appearance but also handsfeatures as well despite his young age. His grey hair had a clean cut, cute and stylish as if someone had sfun styling it.

His eyes had different pupils; one was grey while the other was purple.

Despite the innocence that his extremely young face had, an overwhelming intelligence filled his eyes. A single look at him and anyone could tell that he was an extremely clever and very smart kid.

Despite being a little toddler, he seemed to be full of intelligence that did not match his age.

He frowned slightly when he saw the injured kid lying on the ground while curling his body. The wounds, scratches, and bruises on his arms, knees, and legs were more than enough to tell him what was going on.

"It is the Little Master!" someone from the group blurted out when he recognized the toddler.

The group quickly shrunk when he recognized the latter. They even becterrified when they saw the frown present on his face.

They turned at their leader, seemingly asking him what to do.

The leader of the group gulped hard as he stepped forward and explained. "Little Master, this kid is an outsider. We are just teaching him a lesson-…"

He was in the middle of talking when the little one inclined his head to the side and asked. "What did he do wrong?"

"Ah! Ahm-…" The leader was taken aback by the question before smiling humbly and responding. "Little Master. It is just what I said. He is an outsider."

The toddler nodded his head but still asked confusedly. "I know what you said. But I am asking you what he did wrong to deserve your beating."

He then crossed his arms while waiting for their answer.

"I-… we-…" the leader stuttered as he tried to find an excuse for what they had done. He only managed to force the words from his mouth after an internal struggle. "Outsiders are enemies of our village, Little Master. They will only bring disaster to our village if they continue to stay here."

The toddler continued to look at them confusedly as he responded. "Is that so? Senior Brother did not mention something like this. I should ask him later during our lesson." – but he sounded like he was talking to himself rather than the other party.

Hearing those words, the group beceven more terrified. The leader even interrupted the toddler's thoughts. "There-… there is no need to trouble the Young Prince, Little Master."

The toddler then suddenly remembered something. "Ah! That is right! Uncle Howard is looking for you guys. He says to gather in the plaza. Your training is about to start."

Those words sounded like a saving grace to their ears when they heard them. The leader even bowed and said. "That's right! Our training is starting! Thank you, Little Master, for informing us!"

After that, he turned around and started running toward the plaza, not caring for his friends. He left them behind as he ran like a wind.

It took the group an entire minute before they were able to recover themselves. They also turned around and followed their leader as if they were running away for their lives.

For the children and teenagers of this village, the scariest person in this village was not the village chief, their instructors, or any adult around, but this little toddler. Not even their parents were not as 'scary' as him.

His background alone was already scary enough. But what made them terrified was his overwhelming talent that far surpassed anyone.

He was the most talented person in the village. It was said that even the young prince was barely able to match his talents.

Even their parents were scared of this little one. However, it was for a whole different reason. Their parents repeatedly warned them not to provoke this 'little master' – even better if they distanced themselves away from him.

Due to this, the kids within the village purposely avoided him.

The little toddler pursed his lips as when he saw them run away. He knew the real reason why they were in a rush to leave, which made him upset.

He breathed heavily, mimicking the old people in his house, as he saw this.

After that, he walked toward the poor kid who got beaten up by the group. The latter was still lying on the ground and curled his body while holding his head.

"Are you okay?" he asked despite knowing the answer.

The kid was enraged at first after hearing those words. But when he saw the innocent expression on the little toddler's face, he quickly suppressed it.

He picked himself up and prepared to leave without even patting the dust off from himself.

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"You are hurt. Letheal your wounds for you!" said the toddler as he extended his hand.

The kid subconsciously distanced himself from the toddler, but the latter's movements were too quick for him to do anything.

He then saw a golden light cout from the little hands of the toddler and cover his entire body. His instincts were telling him to stay away from that light, but when the warm feeling entered his body, he subconsciously stopped himself and comfortably immersed himself in it.

His wounds and bruises healed at a visible rate; only taking a couple of seconds before disappearing. Not even a little mark was left behind.

Amazed, the kid looked at the little toddler and blurted out. "How did you do that?"

The toddler giggled when he saw that reaction and smiled. "This is called Healing Mentalism! My Senior Brother taught me!"

He then looked at the kid and asked innocently. "But did you do something wrong? Senior Brother says that only bad people deserve to be beaten up. He also says that the worst of them are from a 'place' called World Government."

"I don't know where it is though."

The kid looked at this little toddler. He did not know if he was innocent or not, especially when he could sense an overwhelming presence from such a small body.

He stared at the latter for a couple of seconds before answering. "I-… I don't know."

The toddler pursed his lips and continued. "If you don't do anything wrong and you are not a bad person, then why are you not fighting back to protect yourself?"

"Senior Brother says that you have to protect yourself at all times. And you must becstrong to protect yourself, which is why I am working hard so that I can protect Mom from bad guys."

"Dad is one of them. He sometimes bullies Mom. But he is super strong, so I must work hard to protect Mom from him."

After being sidetracked for a moment, he returned to the original topic and continued. "You are strong-… Much stronger than them."

The kid paused had stared seriously at this little guy for a good few seconds before asking. "I am strong!? How can tell? I am an ordinary person, though."

"Un," the toddler nodded heavily. "I can see it."

He paused and tiptoed while stretching his short arms wide, drawing a huge gesture in the air while saying. "You have this big fire around you just like Senior Brother."

"Senior Brother is super strong, so you must be super strong as well," he added while trying his best to make a serious expression, which only made him look adorable despite his efforts.

The kid did not reply and just stared at the toddler.

Seeing that the kid did not want to answer, the toddler did not press intelligently and just asked. "Anyway, what is your name?"

The kid thought for a moment before answering. "I am Odin. But sometimes they call'First' from where I cfrom."

"Odin? First?" mumbled the toddler before smiling and extending his hand. "I am Shin! Let's be friends!"

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