1167: 1167. Pushing Buttons

1167. Pushing Buttons

"I don't care if we need to make more equipment. We will do it in rounds and just make the event longer. It's not in the budget!" Trish was done spending gold for the guild. She had brought the hammer down and was changing the way the competition would progress. The herbs were covered with the adventurers' guild and now the equipment was an issue. But she would not have more made. She wanted it to be reused every wave of the event. 1

"That's fine. I just want enough to have an even group." The old master alchemist was concerned that the even would go too long and they would run out of time. But when he spoke he saw the death glare that Trish was giving and decided just to accept it. 

"You two really need to calm down. I can hear you from downstairs." The two looked at Remey who was holding a large barrel of herbs. 

"Says you. You are usually the most fired up. Ever since you started making potions that temper of yours has become less than a spark." The old master alchemist was glad that Remey had calmed down and become more level headed. However, he did moss the witty comebacks while they argued over potion ideas. It was a little good and a little bad. 

"I can show you temper old man. Just let me see you mess up the next batch of earth affinity potion testing." This was a sore spot since the potion was still not coming out properly since its shelf life was minutes instead of weeks like other potions. 

"I come to find you and of course, you are arguing about potions. Well, no more. We are going to train. Get your knuckles and get outside." Walker came in and brandished two gauntlets of his own. The eternal orb had taken the form of gauntlets. They went up to Walker's forearms and shined with a silvery light. The flow of mana around them seemed to be the same as Remey's interchangeable knuckles but had a balance that emanated natural mana. 

"Who says I nee-"

"Let's go so I can kick your butt down the street in front of every alchemist! You are soft Remey! All you do is hide in a lab and make potions. You can't stand up against a monster anymore!" Walker turned and left Remey stunned. He had never confronted her like this and she didn't know what to do. There was a twitch in her eyebrow that seemed to be growing while she dropped the herbs in her arms. 

She had not felt so offended and angry in a long time. She had focused solely on Alchemy and been able to do so much, yet Walker showed up and just throws her lack of training in her face? The old man was telling her she had calmed down? What kind of world was this? How could they insult her this way? 

There were no words for her anger. She attached the water and fire elemental knuckles to her left and right fist while rolling her shoulders. The few students and staff that had heard Walker shout at Remey were deathly afraid. They had learned to fear Remey a little since she had a unique system that allowed her to be the only one that could fight in the alchemy guild. They didn't know so much about Trish's explosive potions so they were in the dark with that secret. 

When she came outside, Remey found that Walker was standing in an empty herb field. He was just watching the herbalists walk away who had been working nearby. As soon as Remey came nearby, he touched the ground and a ring of earth was made. "What do you have to say about it? Any excuses? Skipping training? Not letting the guild run by itself with Trish and your mentor? Not going out like you said you would with younger alchemists and training them up personally?" Walker remembered that Remey had mentioned she would take young alchemists out to learn how to do some things, like avoiding monsters and gathering herbs. But this hadn't happened. She had shut herself up to experiment, deal with rules, and just stay in the alchemy guild running things even though it was one thing she said she didn't want to do. 

"What is it? Your siblings all found places to go and the orphanages had too much finding now? They don't need you so you can slack off and pretend all of your responsibilities are small?" Walker was intentionally poking the sleeping bear. He was waiting for Remey to snap and remember her rage as a brawler. She had pushed herself to a point when Greed attacked but it had amounted to nothing. She wasn't able to fight it off and he knew this had an effect on her. Yet, Remey didn't make an active motion to change that potential. She just accepted it and focused on alchemy. 

He slammed the gauntlets that the eternal orb had formed together with a resonating clang. The mana seemed to stir in the air and Walker felt that he was ready for a second round of training. He was after Remey so he could improve a section of battle he had avoided. He also wanted to snap Remey back to the fiery battle hardened adventurer who could flip to healing and alchemy in the moment. She needed her balance back. 

"Let's go, Remey! Show me you deserve to be part of this party! Tell me if I can rely on you to protect the city of Genesis while I am away!" This roar matched Walker's charge forward. Unfortunately, he had already gotten to Remey with his words. She had stopped hearing him and allowed her anger to cloud her vision. She slammed her knuckles together. 

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