House of Omen: The Sheriff Of Langerhans

A terrifying roar resounded through the Southern Rainforest. Three teenagers seemed to be coordinating to suppress a vicious beast. Their blurring forms were dashing around the enormous boar and while the three of them were among the best of their peers, they were clearly struggling against the animal. While it was a vicious beast, the animals of the rainforest were known for their keen intellect, even at the lower stages of evolution. It was hard to discern the figures of the teens as they moved explosively in this rare opening of the forest, every time their feet landed on the floor, they would be forced to pause for a moment. They were using a commonly taught application of spiritual energy taught to any martial artist raised by the Factions of Langerhans city. Two of the figures were young men clothed in red body suits, due to this, it was clear that they were from the Fire Faction. The third figure belonged to a young man wearing a green t-shirt and brown shorts. While the two in red were clearly struggling to avoid the charges of the wild boar, if they had the time to focus on their begrudging teammate, they would be terrified to find that his face only flashed with difficulty when he felt that one of the others may be looking at him. At other times he would relax and watch the pitiful scene in front of him. The two disciples from the Fire Faction had been exploring the wilderness, trying to kill vicious beasts. There were also spiritual roots and herbs in the rainforest, however they grew much deeper in the wilderness and could only be found by Dispersion level masters. They had felt unbelievably lucky to find a Wood Faction disciple whose spiritual energy seemed to be on par with their own. While the Fire Faction was renowned for it's combat prowess, they couldn't compare to the Wood or Water Faction when it came to the spiritual art of restoration. On the assumption that this Wood Faction disciple would serve as a portable medicine kit, they'd moved to restrain him and make him follow their demands. Who would've thought that the person they ran into was the man 'revered' as the Forever Flowering King. They instantly realised that not only would they not be receiving any type of auxiliary healing, it would also be nigh on impossible to kill him in order to quickly resolve the potential disputes brought about by their domineering approach. Before they could come to an agreement between themselves a boar from within the rainforest charged out and began to attack them. After attempting to attack the Forever Flowering King and use him as bait, they begrudgingly agreed that even if he was broken in terms of the Wood Faction's speciality, an elite O.D still had capabilities. Dashing for a while towards the city, they reached the clearing that would seemingly become their graves if they lost focus for a moment. They had hoped to co-ordinate with the Flowering King but his cold face showed them that he wouldn't be forgiving their transgression, regardless of what they believed to be mutually shared mortal danger. At this point, an almost imperceptible flash of ridicule crossed the King's face. He chuckled as he suddenly raised his speed, no longer pausing to propel himself forward nearly as frequently as the other two. He dashed to the boar's blind spot imperceptibly. Once martial artists began using low restriction body techniques it would already become impossible for the human eye to see them, let alone these young experts that trained daily.