Arthur and Arlo entered the village and made their way to their destination.

About ten years ago, Arlo and Rita decided to settle down in a quiet and remote region. However, after catching a sniff of their location, a few of their friends sought them out and like play decided to settle down near them. Over the years, along with a few other friends and a couple of regular humans that sought their protection, the village was founded.

Even with time, the village only consisted of a few couple hundred people.

As they walked along the road, they came across Anna's shop.

They both stopped and stared at the other and as if they came to a tacit understanding, they entered her shop.

Looking at the different potions of various colors that filled the shop's left, right, and back regions (practically the entirety of the shop); Arlo could not help but feel amazed.

His 'Big sis Anna' was well known in the village as the potion mistress.

"Big sis Anna?" Arlo called out lightly as it seemed like there was no one in the shop.

A woman stood up from behind a huge counter at the back of the shop.

She was fondling a bottle of potions in her hands as she shifted her gaze to her guests. Seeing her guests, a smile blossomed on her face.

"Master Arthur."

"Little Arl."

Anna bowed slightly to both of them.

Her long straight red hair fell down her back. Her pale skin warranted attention and care from those who gazed at her. Most importantly, her womanly attributes were 'heavenly'.

Donned in a fiery red dress, her twin peaks seemed as if they were about to fly to the heavens. Even from a front view, her perky ass was arched at such an angle that defied all logic.

Sigh!

'This is exactly what father likes.'

Sure enough, when Arlo turned to face his father, he could see his heated gaze on her chest.

"Anna, I have told you to stop calling me that, haven't I?"

Arthur reprimanded her though his eyes remained fixed on her chest.

She simply responded with a dry chuckle.

"What are you concocting this time around?" Arthur threw out.

She moved closer to the counter to bring the potion closer to their view as she spoke, her voice filled with excitement "I am working on a big project...Ahh!" unfortunately, she could not complete her sentence as her leg got caught on something below. She lost her balance causing the potion she held to fall.

Splash!

The purple potion poured on Arthur's chest, dyeing his shirt purple.

"Ah ah, I am sorry. I didn't mean to...let me clean that for you."

She quickly used the scruff of her dress to clean his shirt but all that did was further worsen the stain. However, her hand continued to rub at his well-built chest.

Arlo stared silently at the two from the side.

'Wow! How I wish Mum could see this!'

"Haha. It is all right. It is just a stain. There is no need to be so flustered."

My father tried to lighten the awkward mood.

Anna on the other hand didn't seem too satisfied, as she turned around and headed inside.

"Let me get some water and a cloth. Please wait for me."

Seeing her retreating flustered figure, Arthur quickly called out to his son:

"Let us go. Didn't you say you have a class?"

Arlo didn't say a word but simply followed as they both quietly left the shop.

As they both continued on the way, Arthur could not help but smile wryly.

"Silly girl. I told her it was okay."

They didn't walk for long when they saw a well-built man with manly features approach them carrying a bucket filled with water on his left shoulder.

'Huh? Isn't that the principal? He is also our martial arts master,' Arlo amused in his mind.

"Hey there Arthur. I was actually looking for you earlier. There is something…huh? What happened to your shirt?"

He caught sight of Arthur's stained shirt and couldn't help but ask.

"Just an accident. It's nothing serious."

"Let me help you then."

He dipped his hand in the water and scrubbed the stained region on his shirt.

He didn't get to scrub for too long though as...

PA!

A resounding slap echoed out followed by a...

Bang!

Arlo caught sight of the principal kissing the ground before he bounced back up a little from the recoil. He lay sprawled on the ground, his mouth already full of foam.

"The hell! Why would you rub my chest like that?" Arthur's body trembled slightly, though it was unknown whether it was from anger or something else.

"Besides I loved this shirt," he grumbled annoyingly as he ignored the body, no, the corpse sprawled on the ground and walked away.

Arlo on the other hand didn't know how to react. He looked around and saw the people continue on their way as if what just occurred wasn't their business which rendered him speechless.

He bent down and checked on the principal, but realizing that he couldn't feel a pulse, he whistled as he quickly walked past the corpse. Only his thoughts betrayed his expression.

'Rest in peace principal. At least the school you built will move on without you, you have done well.'

Arlo quickly caught up to his Dad, but seeing his seriously annoyed expression he could not help but ask:

"Thought you don't care about the shirt?"

Arthur came to a stop, his expression portraying he just came to a very important decision.

"Son, I believe it is time to tell you what makes a man a 'True man'."

Gulp.

Arlo swallowed his saliva, he became tense from seeing the seriousness his father rarely puts on as he blurted out:

"T-True man?"

"That is right."

Arthur squatted as he brought his head to the same level as his son.

"This world is made up of two kinds of people."

It seemed like he was arranging his thoughts before he continued:

"The big-chested people and the flat-chested ones. A big-chested person may be pardoned but flat-chested people must be sent to their maker, in that way you give them a chance to complain."

This!

Is this what a father is supposed to teach to his son?

Arlo was flabbergasted this time around. Unfortunately, he could not even keep his surprise for long as...

"ARTHUR!"

A female voice called out loudly.

Arlo whipped his head to the side and spotted a fat, scratch that, a very fat woman decorated with make-up and on high heels quickly making her way toward them.

Konk Konk Konk.

Her high heels kept making noises as she made her way over, catching the attention of every single person on the road.

What really caught their attention though wasn't her or her shoe, but the trajectory of her path which aligned with the little brother of the corpse still sprawled on the ground.

Silence.

Konk konk.

As she inched ever so closer, the men could not help but instinctively squeeze their legs together while some even went further as to clutch their little brother.

The fat lady on the other hand seemed to not notice a thing.

In this slowed-down time, she finally reached the corpse and raised her right leg once more to step on the 'nuts of man', a divine relic meant to be treasured if not worshipped.

But.

"Whoosh."

Surprisingly, the corpse moved.

It refused to have its nuts sullied.

It vanished from the spot and walked away opposite the fat lady.

Sigh!

"What a pity! I love crushing dead nuts," she could not help but feel at a loss.

The men felt a chill run down their spine as they squeezed their legs tighter while the corpse wobbled on its feet. Whether it was from the bruise on the face or not, no one knew.

"Arth…huh? Where is Arthur?" she couldn't help but pout as she made her way toward Arlo.

Arlo finally realized that his father had teleported at some point and deserted him.

Staring at the Village's Tailor move closer to him, he could not help but have goosebumps. He turned around and ran for his life while screaming.

"AAAAAAH!"

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