Transmigrated: I Became A Child

Chapter 1

In the cold barren wilderness, where the sun kisses the horizon — coloring the snow-covered ground crimson — He, the crazy demon, a descendant of the Oni, glared hatefully at his adversary. His eyes blaze with madness, pupils dilated, and a ragged breathing — a wicked smile formed on his bloody lips.

"Arrogant witch!" Elric spat as he swings his sword towards her neck.

Chiyo nimbly bent her knees, the sword swinging at the top of her head, then her hand moved. While she was on her knees, her dagger tried to cut his shin — a lethal intent. The dagger, crimson-stained, hits nothing but air as her foe quickly dodged the attack, yet making him stumble.

Chiyo took this chance to stand. The cold air stung her pale face that was void of anything but arrogance. Her eyes — mocking; lips — lifted to a conceited smile as her expression bears the weight of vengeance. She lazily ran her right hand through her raven hair while the other was expertly swinging the dagger, its blade catching the fading light.

Then it stopped moving.

Her grip tightened, white-knuckled. And as the night finally started, her smirk remains unyielding — wicked, arrogant, and unafraid.

"Why don't we settle this now, you wimp." She said. Her gaze turned cold as Elric stubbornly raised his middle finger.

He balanced his footing. Raising the sword to his face, he glanced at his disheveled reflection. Hair messy. Clothes, once pristine, now tattered and bloodied — bearing her hatred. Elric snickered at her.

"D*mn you, you arrogant witch! Let's see if you can still run your mouth once I cut that tongue of yours!"

Chiyo can't help but chuckle and it echoed through the wilderness. As if to show him how shameless she can get, she even dared to sit down, not minding the cold nor the threat in his eyes, and eyes gleaming with mockery, she stuck out her tongue to provoke him.

"You're just lucky you are a part of the king's cadre. If it weren't for your commander, I would have killed you a long time ago."

"Then kill me if you can!"

Elric jumped out, suprising her. Chiyo immediately rolled around to avoid him and she stood up with her blade slashing towards him. Clash of steel echoed — dagger and sword — wrath and anger — the impact made the sword tremble and none of them retracted their weapons. Both are now facing each other, blades in the middle, forcing each other out to see whose weapon's going to break first.

"You think I can't kill you?" Chiyo snickered.

She raised her feet to kick him, however, Elric quickly jump back while slashing his sword at the same time. Trying to dodge the tip of the blade that was about to cut her neck, Chiyo stumbled backwards. Its tip grazed her cheek — drawing blood. It was a close call. A sighed escaped her lips, white mist forming under her breath.

"What a waste." Elric grinned, the madness not leaving his eyes.

The snow started falling again and as if this was their cue, with a swift step, both lunged at each other. Their movements were crazy and agile, and footprints leaving trails. Elric was erratic, his sword slashing wildly, while Chiyo remained graceful like she's dancing with a hint of wickedness to it. She parried his blow with equal intent, her dagger aiming for an opening. Elric's blade swept through the falling snow, creating a mist and veiling their form. Taking this as an opportunity, he kicked sidewards and it met Chiyo's side. The woman fell to the ground, her side painful and stinging.

They then heard a horde of crows cawing, breaking the wintry silence. It circled above them. Their ink-like feathers a stark contrast from the snow. One crow cawed loudly, its beady eyes watching them closely — dark and mysterious.