The Progenitor 17 The Pant- Erm Phantom Thief!

I wasn't purposefully ignoring him but the group of people around me were outspoken and very loud. Only noticing him when he stepped forward to grab my s.h.i.+rt did I turn to him and slap his hand away. "What are you doing?"

When his hand was slapped away he took a step back and stood with his two friends looking at him and laughed flatly. "It seems our sleeping beauty is finally awake, a few years in a bed and the first thing he comes to see is how far he's fallen behind."

The boy in front of me was a weaselly looking child was a wispy mustache created with about five to six strands of hair on each side. With a flat cap and a pipe in his mouth the tall boy looked down at me as he tapped his cane against the floor. He his the boy next to him lightly and chuckled before continuing, "Can't wait for this string cheese to fight in the ring in what? Two or three years against the trainees?"

This got some chuckles from the two bowl cut thugs at either side, both of them wide shouldered and thick headed looking men. One had what looked like a metal bat on his back, the other had a chain which made me cringe as these two looked like comic book thugs made into real life. If one of them was called Tiny I would have lost my s.h.i.+t but I just stood there thinking over who these three might be.

"Aren't you a little too young to be smoking a pipe?" I asked to stall for time as I was thinking who this person was.

"You little s.h.i.+t, you calling me short or something?" The man frowned and pointed to one of big thugs. "If you want to talk then take on one of my disciples, you used to be one of my best fighters before you took you little nap, have you gotten rusty?" A devilish grin came over his lips as he provoked me, he was trying to put me in my place.

My eyes narrowed, since this wasn't something I could refuse if I wanted to show them that it was worth it to invest resources in me rather than just give me sc.r.a.ps to appease my father. I silently nodded at the man and walked over to one of the sparing rings as I still tried to figure out who the man was, his face was far too ugly to forget but I didn't seem to have any recollection of him.

The two burly boys, and the mustached troublemaker were actually surprised that I agreed to the match. The cane came out and pushed the one with the bat over towards the stage and he walked up flexing his chest muscles proudly into the air in front of him. A few confused mummers came from the people watching as they couldn't tell who I was, but there was a few excited cheers from people who obviously recognized me and wanted to see me hit by a bat.

"Ah sorry, all I have are sharp weapons can I borrow your cane for the match?" The troublemaker three the cane to me and a flash of memories came to my mind. "Ah, Franco the panty thief."

Franco's face went bright red as he heard those words and shouted back, "That was a long time ago! I am now called the Phantom Thief!"

"Panties, Phantom... mmm.." I turned towards my sparing partner the cane tapping the ground twice. "I'm ready whenever you are."

The man rushed forward lifting up his weapon in a big arc to slam down against my shoulder, a spark of electricity spread throughout the bat as he ran. This had to be an attack to test me, he wanted to see if I would let such a simple attack hit me, as it showed none of the finesse the last two fighters had.

Since he was underestimating me so much I felt offended, gathering saliva in my mouth as I saturated it in shadows my spit becoming sticky and thick like a syrup. As he got close I stepped past the arm that was swinging down and spit directly into his eyes making his whole world go black.

"I think I already know my place compared to you." Forcing the metal from my belt into the tip of the cane to make a 'cap' I slammed it against the back of the boy's knees making him kneel. My creation powers spread through the whole cane reinforcing it tremendously before I spun my body sending the wood slamming into the brute's temple.

With how stiff the body was on the ground, I took it as my win and walked off the stage in complete silence. Undoing my work on the cane to make it better I tossed it back to Franco as he stood there slack-jawed at the results. Most of the crowd was stunned as well with how quickly the fight ended, there was no showing off, or boasting, just three quick movements of a cane and the big guy was down.

A blue screen startled me as it came up, my eyes widening then tilting up into two crescent moons.

'Mook #1 defeated.

Rating: Flawless

Style: Ruthless

+5 Reputation.'

Whistling as I left the training area I was seriously wondering if I should get a cane myself, they seemed really good at hitting people with. Did every old person have one with them later in life because of this aspect?

It wasn't until he had already walked back into the hallway that he heard some cheering from the stands. I could hear the jokes even from here about how badly the kid was beaten even with a body like that.
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Wondering what my father would think, having gotten into a fight the very first time he's left the room, but I rationalized it as own fault since he didn't bring me the ingredients sooner. A simple beatdown of a thug couldn't cause too much of an issue for me as there were others that showed much better fighting skills than I had.