Boonie Bears: Another World Fantasy

"The weight of the crown must be borne by the king—"

"To reach a height that everyone looks up to, you must first obtain the qualifications, make others listen to you, believe in you, and then follow you."

After a brief confrontation, Yeman put away her long staff and helped the fallen Naling up, wiping the dust off her face.

"I still can't do it... Senior's every move is exceptionally mature, as if it were made by nature. It's hard to find any flaws." She rubbed her wrist, which was numb from the impact of the weapon, and came to Ye Man'er's side, standing with her on the training ground made of sand.

“Suppose you are the usurper who is to assassinate the Deer King, if you cannot even defeat me, a royal guard, how can you expect to bear the weight of the throne in the future?” Yeman said.

"Senior, please don't tease me. Sitting on the throne is something I wouldn't even dare to dream of. I have no such ambition." Upon hearing this, Na Ling quickly waved her hand, as if afraid of being overheard. In this strictly governed tribe, any transgression could have terrible consequences.

“I hope you have it, Ling.” To Na Ling’s surprise, Ye Man’er, who was usually calm and reserved, was so outspoken at this moment.

She gracefully removed her helmet, her eyes beneath her brows pointing directly at the azure sky above.

“I’m someone who’s bound by rules, so most of the time I’m not allowed to have my own ideas. It’s always been like this since I was a child.” Ye Man’er looked somewhat helpless, but the slight smile on her lips showed that she was enjoying this process of sharing with others.

At the same time, Na Ling listened very attentively.

“But I don’t want you to become that kind of rigid, stubborn person, Ling. Sometimes, going with the flow and sticking to conventions aren’t the most crucial factors in deciding something.” After disarming each other, their time alone together felt especially precious. Even Na Ling rarely heard Ye Man’er mention her past.

"Senior, isn't it a bit inappropriate to bring these things up in private..."

"Are you afraid of being caught by the reserve team for spreading such rumors?" Compared to Na Ling's unease, Ye Man'er seemed particularly relaxed. "You're just too cautious. There's no third party here."

“Indeed.” Na Ling nodded, then solemnly bowed deeply to Ye Man’er. “Ling, I am deeply grateful for your teachings, senior. I will always remember them.”

"You should learn from your sister, don't be so reserved in your actions, just let go when you need to..."

A gentle breeze blowing from behind stirred up dust on the ground, partially obscuring the weapons the two had discarded. Naling had longed to defeat Yeman in a fair and square match, but this powerful guard denied her that opportunity. Even after joining the Templars, when Naling's strength nearly rivaled Mus's, she never sparred with Yeman again.

Countless renowned Templar Knights have served as royal guards throughout history, but Yemane is one in a million. Even at the end of her career, she maintains top-tier competitiveness and remains the Stag King's most loyal protector.

Even though the current royal family has long since disappeared.

Dirt flew up like waves, and the acrid smoke stung their eyes. The fierce attacks before them brought Na Ling back to that momentous duel between them… but now Ye Man'er had lost her former restraint; every strike carried a deadly edge. Na Ling, however, seemed powerless, only able to withstand her relentless onslaught.

In my memory, the sandy ground, which had been slightly scorched by the sun, was suddenly surrounded by raging fire, and the charred soil emitted a foul stench.

A loud "bang!" rang out. Immediately followed by Na Ling's heavy breathing. The short sword in his hand shattered into pieces the instant it clashed with the sharp spear tip. The spear, now free of its obstruction, struck Na Ling's shoulder, instantly cutting a deep gash.

Na Ling used a back jump to quickly create distance between herself and Ye Man'er.

"Don't you dare to make a move, Ling? Are you still having some reservations?" Ye Man'er immediately rushed forward, all her sweeping and slashing attacks were so ruthless and merciless.

It wasn't until this moment that Na Ling realized she was serious about it.

Na Ling was struck hard in the abdomen by the end of the spear. He spat out several mouthfuls of blood, but also managed to control the spear, making it take advantage of the disadvantage of long weapons in close combat.

"It's time to say goodnight, Naling—"

A terrifying murmur pierced the long night. Not far away, Yevkov, who had already pointed his gun at Naling's head, pulled the trigger again.

The bullet flew through the flames, but was deflected by Abu, who leaped high into the air. Sparks erupted from the Leyter armor, and Abu was also thrown away by the impact.

Yevke calmly switched the sniper rifle to burst fire mode and aimed it at Naling, who was in trouble, once again.

A hand suddenly reached out, grabbed the gun barrel, and forcefully changed the bullet's trajectory. Sharp, who had just shaken off Fanny, grabbed Yevkov's hand and held him tightly, not giving him any chance to fire.

“Still hanging around here—” Yevkov kicked Sharp away and turned the gun on his head.

Sharp, not to be outdone, unleashed a stream of energy, knocking the gun out of Yevkov's hand and punching him in the face.

Unexpectedly, Yevkov saw through Sharp's straightforward attack. He grabbed Sharp's wrist with astonishing strength and easily lifted Sharp up.

"Don't bite your tongue." Ye Weike said cruelly, and then he grabbed Sharp from his back and threw him to the ground.

After being severely injured, the radiant energy within his body surged even more intensely. Sharp's vision blurred, but he felt an uncontrollable torrent about to burst forth from his chest.

"Is my whole body burning up?" he asked uncomfortably.

Seeing that Sharp had not gotten up from the ground for a long time, Naling's attention, which was originally focused on the battle, was immediately diverted.

Her delicate brows furrowed slightly, a hint of anxiety flashing in her eyes: "That idiot..."

Ignoring Yeman's fierce attacks beside her, she hastily adjusted her posture and threw the only remaining hand knife in her hand with all her might—it pierced Yeviko's left hand, which was about to swing at Sharp, with perfect accuracy.

Yevkov's blood splattered onto Sharp's dusty face. Forced to close his eyes, Sharp raised his feet and kicked Yevkov's fragile knees with all his might. With a crack, Yevkov lost his balance and fell to the ground in a sorry state.

Seeing that Sharp was unharmed, Na Ling's tense nerves finally relaxed, but she completely forgot about the huge threat she was facing... A sudden blow slashed through the air and struck Na Ling's forehead. The powerful shock mercilessly stripped her of all her ability to resist at that moment.

Yeman'er, with her knight's iron boots, kicked the fallen Naling away, sending her flying in an ugly arc through the air like a kite with a broken string before crashing heavily to the ground. Just as she tried to struggle to her feet, a spear pierced straight through from behind, penetrating Naling's shoulder without any resistance and pinning her firmly to the ground.

"Ugh—" Na Ling spat out a mouthful of bright red blood, clutching the grass on the ground tightly. These rough blades of grass became her last support...

“A terrible choice.” Ye Man’er’s dismissive voice came from behind.

As the bones shattered, the spearhead detached from Naling's injured shoulder, leaving a bloody hole. Blood quickly stained the ground beneath her…

Ye Man'er used her foot to turn Na Ling over, then stood coldly in front of her, looking down at her.

"It's you again... Senior, no... it can only be you..." Na Ling was barely breathing. A look of relief and joy appeared on her face at first, but it was quickly replaced by despair.

"Come on...do it."

But the deadly spear showed no sign of falling. It was so close, yet it remained suspended in mid-air.

……

"Sister—Sister—"

It took Naya quite a while to recover from being controlled. The rain had lessened considerably, but the air in the woods was exceptionally damp.

"They're in danger." Realizing that Mus might have succeeded, Naya desperately tried to stand up and ran towards the place where the blue pillar of light had just risen.

"Naya, wait!"

Bald Qiang followed her. There was no time to explain everything; from the very beginning, he'd sensed something was off in the forest—birds kept flying overhead…

Even worse, he noticed that someone was following him.

"Naya! Don't go yet, something's up!" Baldy shouted, trying to stop Naya's recklessness. Sure enough, as if sensing something, she suddenly stopped and looked around warily.

Although the rain masked most of the scent, Naya's keen sense of smell still caught the last trace of blood.

The forest was dark, with only the sound of scattered footsteps. Then, a pair of pale purple eyes opened in the darkness and stared intently at Naya.

Upon seeing this, Bald Qiang swallowed nervously.

"Who goes there?" Naya cautiously stepped forward, pointing her spear into the darkness, where sounds were constantly emanating.

Unexpectedly, the person inside started humming a song. Although the voice was bland and monotonous, it sounded very eerie at that moment.

"A little deer, running fast,"

"Running through the forest, running across the sea,"

"Seeing the little bird, flying high,"

"I saw the fish swimming so beautifully..."

A silvery laugh echoed softly in the silent space, and a graceful figure slowly emerged from the darkness. When she fully revealed her true form, an exquisitely beautiful face appeared before the two of them.

"What?" Bald Qiang, shocked by the completely illogical scene before him, involuntarily gasped. The woman with terrifying purple eyes seemed to be a carbon copy of Naya, even the position of the deer markings on her face was unchanged.

"How was it? Did I sing well?" She bent down slightly, a playful smile curving her lips as she flashed a bright smile at Naya.

“Golden antlers…body reconstruction…could it be?” Naya pondered for a while, sorting through various pieces of information in her mind, and immediately understood how this clone was created.

"Are you the one named Naya? But he said I can already replace you—" The clone Naya's voice revealed some frustration, and her originally high spirits instantly dropped, but then, the flame of excitement ignited in her eyes again, "No, they all say you are weak, but I am different. My whole body is flowing with purple stars. I can replace you... I want to replace you."

"Replace? I won't hand over everything to you, you imposter—" Hearing such ignorant and audacious remarks, Naya's originally calm face couldn't help but darken. Her knuckles turned slightly white from the force.

She was especially anxious when she thought of Sharp.

"Get out of my way! Don't block my way—"