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Inhale~ hold!

Exhale~ hold!

“Breath more calmly, put all your worries behind, there will be time for them, for now, let yourself be free.

Meditation is all about calming yourself and finding your own serenity, a serenity that even makes you forget about yourself, and let your brain rest.”

“ZZzzzzZZ” Martian acts like he is sleeping while his a month old body is still in a cute cross-legged position.

"You get me?" asks Bertrand flat.

"Are you kidding me? You did not even talk human!”

One month has passed since Bertrand taught Martian yoga meditation to feel the presence of mana in the air, yet as if he is training a stone, there has not been much progress. 

“But didn't you always fly to Tibet for meditation sessions? You either go to a sham place or...” Bertrand enlarges one of his eyes and gives a Martian sarcastic grin.

“Why are you so sure that I go there for meditation? What if I go there for Ra's al Ghul like Bruce Wayne did? And who permitted you to look into me?!!” snaps Martian, yet his cute chubby cheeks kept jingle cutely following the rhythm of his raged speeches as if teasing Bertrand to touch them.

“Why act like the victim? It's not like you never make your grunts peeping where I live anyway, right?” counter Bertrand and made Martian speechless.

'His speechless face is so cute~' Bertrand is smitten by Martian cuteness. Bertrand stretches his hand and starts to play stretch-release games with Martian cute chubby cheeks, "Does your face always this cute?"

Brushing Bertrand hand from his face, Martian face red from embracement and anger. He yells right at Bertrand's face, “You may be a year older than me, but that does not mean you can treat me like your damn doll!”

pat pat

“Easy, easy~” Bertrand patting Martian head, doesn't care much about Martian cute baby rage and then continue to play with Martian cute cheeks,l “My cute little doll looks cute even if he angry~"

“Grrr!” Martian curse the hell out of Bertrand with his eyes. If eyes can kill, Bertrand body would already riddle with holes. “You merely dare to say that because this useless body limits my move, right?!!”

“heh heh," Bertrand chuckles annoyingly, "Of course, how in hell I will dare to mess with this cute little devil incarnation if not?” 

"Gah!! I'm not gonna talk to you!" pout Martian, he then puffing his cheeks like balloons so they can't be stretched again by Bertrand.

poke! poke!

Unable to play stretching games with Martian's cheeks, Bertrand changes his way of playing to poking and fondling, "Your meaty cheeks feels nice at the touch!"

“GRRRR!” Martian cursed the hell out of Bertrand with his eyes and then threw an ultimatum out, “Once again you do that, I will fight it out with you and even if that means forsaking this useless body!”

“geez… you and your temper!” Bertrand acts like he is an adult dealing with a child. Though, his baby face makes it look more comical. 

Still, for a proud person like Martian, it was more potent than the other thing, and now Martian nearly cries out of agony to be ceaselessly bullied by a baby.

"Screw you! Just you wait in another year, I will screw you back!" swears Martian misty eyes.

"Okay, alright, don't cry~” looking at Martian misty eyes, Bertrand retrieved his hand and gave a kiss to Martian forehead like a loving brother, “Now I will stop it, I will stop it, don't cry~”

Thought that what Bertrand told, but inside he thought, 'So that is how it feels like to kiss a baby? Somehow it feels freshly good! Better I made it a hobby when I still can!'

Snap!

“GAH!!!!” getting a kiss from Bertrand, the switch of rationality in Martian mind broke off. He pounces at Bertrand and then launches punches after punches at his face like king kong losing its mind.

pow! pow! pow!

“Aiya~ what a breezy day it is…” Bertrand merely let Martian let go of his frustration. He didn't dare to move a finger in the fear wrong move would dislocate Martian fragile bones.

"Huff~ huff~ " feeling his hands numb Martian stopping his barrage to Bertrand's face.

“da da da~" Bertrand baby laughs rang merrily in the room, " How is it? Isn't it good to let your emotions go? You can't concentrate when your mind is in a mess! You just got rebirth and left your family behind on Earth. I know how it feels like, but pretty please breathe it out and let them g--”

Bertrand paused his speaks as the face of someone crossed in his mind.

Snap!

The smart-ass remark from Bertrand, once again, poke on Martian in the wrong place. 

The mental barrier Martian built inside his mind suddenly collapsed as he remembered his daughter, his anger now overflowing, eating him from within and corrupting his mind.

“You know, fart! That damn AI of you has chased me for half an Earth and killed me in the end! Do you think he will leave my daughter behind?!! No! And It's all because of you!”

pow! pow! pow!

Martian gets power from his rage and lands a string of punches into Bertrand's face. "Huff~ huff~ If she is dead, it's all because of you!" 

“Why are you suddenly want to act like a good father for your daughter? When it's primarily me who always cheered her up behind the scene!" a switch in Bertrand mind is on, at the fact Martian want to be a good father when it's all already too late like certain someone, "Like how you did it for me before, I also did it for her, a damn more!! Don't flatter yourself with your own imagination! And there is no way sh--”

pow! pow! pow!

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!” Martian, losing his mind in madness.

cracks! cracks!

Before long, because Martian bones were too fragile, some bones were chipped and slit open his own hands, blood then spurting and splattering from them. Yet, Martian does not want to stop punching Bertrand and scratching Bertrand face with the chirped bones.

“Aiya~ why do you paint my fac--”

Pow! Pow! Pow!

"hey! hey! Let me finish my word!”

Pow! Pow! pow!

Push!

Looking at Martian that losing his reasons and feeling his face felts numb from unceasing punches from Martian, Bertrand pushes him in the forehead and make him fall back to the bed.

thud

"Did anyone ever tell you that your blood stink like dead fish?!" Bertrand getting nauseous from the smell of blood.

Martian glaring at Bertrand, his eyes showing that he is not yet in the right mind, "Why? Why? Are you acting like this rebirth thing is normal?!! It's not normal!! M-My daughter may... on her dying breath right now...”

“Aiya… didn't I say to let me finish my word? You damn brat! You have disfigured me, and now you want me to pity you?! Darn shameless!” Bertrand knocks at Martian head lightly.

“What do you want to say? Just say it!” getting light-headed from losing so much blood, Martian doesn't have the energy to banter with Bertrand.

“Tch, rude brat…" Bertrand makes an annoyed face, "Your daughter will be fine.” 

"What?!" Martian can't believe what he just heard.

Bertrand rolls his eyes and then enunciate word by word, "Cleo Will Be Fine!"

Jolt

Out of nowhere, Martian got the power to jolt his body up and hold Bertrand face to look him in the eyes, to make sure he wasn't lying, “How damn sure are you?”

“Certainly. Definitely. Hundred million percent, sure!! I set the Cripple to recognize mother descendant as my heirs, but not my killer, though! Tough luck, isn't it? If you weren't the one who had killed me. You will get the Cripple easily!”

Examining Bertrand's eyes and knowing he wasn't lying, Martian put his mind at rest, and yet his world suddenly went hazy and then darkened.

"Yeah, good!" looking at Martian swaying body as he loses his consciousness, Bertrand grumbling, "I'm the one who takes all the beating, and now the time for cleaning he is blacking out!"

Despite his grumbling, Bertrand still hastily grabbed Martian body before it fell and then gently laid his body on the bed.

Finished with Martian matter, Bertrand turns his head around the room and see how messy the bed and the rooms have become because Martian blood has splashed all over the place.

“Good!!! After some unpaid good brother thingy, I got my face disfigured, and I now still need to clean up all this mess! Good!”

“Light magic – light blob.” resigned to his fate, Bertrand quickly made his move.

woom woom

Some light mana in the air hovering above Bertrand's hand, they then thickened and became a mist of light before then transforming again to be a glowing liquid that Bertrand called a light blob.

With a thought, Bertrand split the light blob into three. He then made two-portion to coat Martian hands and spread the other one on his own face.

After being coated by the light liquid, Martian bleeding stop, and the damaged tissue falls down to the bed, while the good tissues are then dividing and multiplying itself to close the wounds. So is Bertrand's disfigured face, which is also healing at rapid speed, and soon, Martian's hands and Bertrand's face are back to pristine condition.

Though all looks back to the pristine condition, the healing is actually merely on the surface or the skin level.

Thus, Bertrand will still be feeling numb around his face for a long time, and Martian will also be tormented around his two hands as his bones are healing back.

“That's all I can do for the hea-- Urgh!” 

throb! throb! 

Bertrand suddenly feels light-head, and his head keeps pulsating with piercing pains, “Damn, I should have stopped this brat from hitting my head!"

throb! throb! 

"Gah!! I don't even have time to grumble! Water magic – water ball.”

glob-glob

In no time, some water mana in the air becomes a light blue water ball and hovers above Bertrand's hand.

With a thought, Bertrand hurriedly made the water go and absorb all the bloodstains in the rooms, and before long, the water ball now got bloody red with all Martian blood and Bertrand blood inside it.

“Urrrggh! Where I can dispose it?!”

Thinking hard and not finding the answer, besides he now runs out of time. Bertrand doesn't care anymore about the consequence and dump all the blood into the bathroom hole, or rather, he wants to pass off the blood as his mother monthly discharged blood.

“I'm sorry, mo--”

Thud

Bertrand body fell to the bed, fainted.

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