The Search for Freedom

"If you want, then tell me, what is it?" I queried.

"She has an attractive appearance, so you should fight against your lust if you want to kill her." Cain sighed as if he were really worried about me.

"Just that? Don't worry man, that's just a little thing. And we're not the same, because I'm not as lascivious as you."

"You! You have a lot of debt to me. Let's see what will happen if you see her." Cain started walking away.

I stood up and asked, "Hey! Where are you going?"

"I will search for the third person who was destined to fight you while you're doing your task here, so that we won't need to waste our time in searching again, and we won't need to fight anymore because of it!" "Kay, then take care!" I half-shouted.

"They will take care of me, because I'm untouchable!"

I didn't care if Cain would not help me in killing the second person. Perhaps it was the right time to do something alone, for my own sake. I didn't really care because I'm used to being alone. It was time to stop relying on that demon, because the time would come when he couldn't help me anymore. So I stood up and walked towards the river where the woman was bathing, as the demon had told me to.

While going towards the river, I realized Cain was telling the truth when he told me there was a woman there who was destined to fight me. There were no other sounds I could hear except for the continuous flowing water in the snake-like river and the soft chirps of singing birds.

The woman was bathing in the cool water. She looked beautiful and very different from the people in their tribe; she seemed to be a nymph in her curly blonde hair. Her milky white skin made me squint. She was wearing porous, thin, brown clothes.

Her body was diaphanous to me. A lovely form with high, rounded, firm young breasts, a small waist, trim, curving hips, and shapely legs. But there was nothing weird about the bamboo hand which Cain was talking about; she was just a beautiful young woman.

There was one more thing which surprised me. The woman was doing something that needed a little privacy. However, she seemed to want to show it to me too. I didn't know if she noticed there was someone here watching her. Perhaps she didn't know it, because she wasn't looking at me.

She removed her shirt, then I saw her boobs! The electricity of lust was creeping around my body through my veins like how the curse did. I needed to fight this for the sake of freedom. No one could help me. It also entered my mind that she was an innocent and beautiful woman just to die. I walked back and forth, thinking about the best thing to do.

I eventually decided what to do, and that was probably to kill her without hesitation, though I could not even manage to get near. But when I looked back to the spot where she was bathing, I frowned as I realized I had lost the opportunity because she wasn't there anymore. I began searching for her, but I saw nothing except the bubbles in the water in the river in the spot where she was bathing.

The power of my hearing was telling me something. I gave my devilish smile when it told me that the woman was walking towards their tribe. I knew it would be difficult to kill her if she was in the crowd, because those people might join in our fight. Hence, I immediately transported myself to where she was so that I could stop her from going.

She was surprised to see me suddenly appear in front of her. I could see her face clearly: her dark, thick eyelashes shaded her greenish eyes with yellow-green flecks and were shining somewhere deep within them. Her high pointed nose, a kissable pinkish lip, and thin eyebrows; her long, curly, wet, blonde hair. In her wet clothes, I could not say anything else, but she was perfect. She was even more lovely in the way she carried the basket of clothes.

The woman said something, and I could not understand what she was talking about. Maybe she was asking me a question, as to why I was blocking her way, because it sounded like she was asking me. I wasn't a translator, so I did not say anything, and I did not let her pass by either.

A minute elapsed, then she said something again, but this time it sounded like anger. Perhaps she was irritated by what I was doing; that I was blocking her and would not let her take the path towards their tribe. After a jiffy, she said something again, and it sounded like she was imploring me to let her pass by, but I wasn't affected by her words, especially since I could not understand what she was saying.

Thereafter, perhaps she lost hope of taking it the easy way. She tried to run, but she couldn't pass me. I followed her every move in front of her, or I even sometimes went before her, as my hearing told me, blocking her in every way she could, until her eyes turned red from madness. She put the basket of clothes down on the lumber.

My power of hearing told me to prepare so that I could avoid any attacks she would make, because they could end my life prematurely. I witnessed with my own eyes widened at how her two hands, nails, and arms turned into bamboo shoots with pointed edges pointing at me.

Her long, curly, blonde hair had turned into the yellow-green leaves of a bamboo plant. I never knew that there was a woman who could turn herself into a bamboo shoot when she became angry. Maybe she did not have parents and family, and she just came out of the crack on the shoot of a bamboo tree.