Assassin Crow Evolution

Chapter 33: White Blade’s Evolution

Men and women alike celebrated when they saw Jimmy open his eyes.

Despite their high-pitched celebratory chants, Jimmy could not tell the men apart from the women. They all sounded the same to him, sharing the low-pitched, pristine vocals of an opera singer.

As he rolled over, he saw that the men and women were actually crows.

Panic overwhelmed him. He stood up right away, and jiggled around as if he was looking for his keys.

"Where are my keys?" He shouted.

The crows didn’t understand what he was talking about. They couldn’t.

As he looked at their confused faces, a barrel of memories stormed his brain. He regained his senses.

"I’m alive?" He asked.

"Yes," Lora, his older sister said, "I managed to patch you up. You and your boyfriend drained all my mana, by the way, so I hope you appreciate my help."

"I do appreciate it," He nodded, "And White Blade isn’t my boyfriend. I had to fly back and help him, because the rest of our great warriors were too busy fleeing to bother looking back."

"We came back for you the moment we saw you were missing," Gordon swooped in, "We couldn’t get here any sooner, because we had to fight the ravens."

Jimmy ignored whatever excuse his brother made.

Instead, he asked, "What happened? Did the ravens kill anyone?"

"We lost twenty crows," Gordon answered without hesitation, "But the ravens, we killed them all. Did... White Blade help you kill all those ravens and Razor Squirrels, brother?"

"I already explained that I didn’t help him!" White Blade’s voice thundered behind Gordon, "Why must you insult your brother? Are you blind? He’s red, you imbecile! Crows are supposed to be black!"

Gordon wanted to snap back, but he gathered the wisdom to lower his head, and be quiet. He felt embarrassed, for many reasons, even, so up until now, he had actively looked for a way to excuse his earlier cowardice, even if it was at the expense of his own, younger brother. The same younger brother that he smacked an elder in order to protect. His emotions were contradictory without a doubt.

Jimmy sensed the tension, but he didn’t read into it. He didn’t care to analyze everyone’s fragile egoes.

Instead, he focused on White Blade, and said, "You look different."

"Well, I evolved," White Blade said.

Afterwards, he bowed, and said, "Thank you for saving my life."

"You’re welcome," He nodded, "It was fun."

All of a sudden, he thought about Virena. He twirled around in place, looking for her.

"Virena is on your back, Jimmy," White Blade said.

"Oh," He sighed in relief, "Good, good. Is she asleep or something?"

"No, she just doesn’t trust us." White Blade said.

"She almost killed me!" Lora exclaimed, "She wouldn’t let me get close to you. Elder Hammer Beak had to talk her down."

"That sounds about right," He chuckled, "She did half of the work, you know? I can’t even count how many crows and squirrels she killed today."

"I extended my gratitude to her as well," White Blade said, "I gave her plenty of flies to eat."

"Good," He nodded.

After the initial chat, it took Jimmy very little to notice that he was still in the meadows.

White Blade grabbed his attention for quite a bit. It may have taken him a few hours to evolve, sure, but as he looked at him, he silently agreed that the sacrifices he made on his behalf were worthwhile. His evolution wasn’t small.

The fact that White Blade killed Maron, the raven, was not what triggered his evolution, no. It was just an addition to a greater evolution.

He didn’t simply get stronger knees, or something like that, his body had completely changed. He had gone through an immense evolution, achieved by what Jimmy assumed to be months of effort!

White Blade no longer looked like a crow. He looked like an absurdly tall, wise owl. The main difference was that his head did not look like that of an owl’s, but an eagle’s.

Even his feathers became longer, prettier, as if he was a prince amongst the crows. It was hard to predict what speeds he could reach up in the air now.

It was an odd combination overall. He intimidated everyone by simply walking around. He towered over everyone by one or two feet.

Even Gordon, initially the biggest crow in the community, was shorter than White Blade by a foot!

White Blade was a stunning three feet tall now! It was impressive, and he fully protected his title as a prodigy.

That aside, Jimmy did some walking, and noticed that all the squirrels and ravens that he and Virena had killed were piled up in a single spot. Their bodies reeked of blood, and the early stench of decomposition.

"Why didn’t you guys eat these fuckers?" Jimmy asked.

No one answered. White Blade had been following him around in silence.

Layers upon layers of dry grass were spread across the pile of carcasses.

White Blade walked towards the pile, and struck his dagger against a rock on the ground a few times.

Sparks from his strikes flew over to the pile of carcasses, and hit bits of the dry grass. As a result, the grass was quickly set ablaze!

As the fire burned through the fur and feathers of the carcasses, the fire exploded in size! It did not show signs of dying off anytime soon.

Jimmy stared at the fire. He was unfazed, but he could see that the people around him were avoiding it. They could not stand the stench.

The fire pushed him in a short trance, even. He began to think about his family.

"I did so much for the crows... for my family... but only two of my siblings bothered to show up?" He muttered silently, "I almost died, for fuck’s sake."

White Blade heard him, and he was quick to come up with a response.

"The crows may refuse to recognize your heroism, but do not let that discourage you. We achieved something great today. We’re very close to taking the meadows back." White Blade said.

Turning to the small crowd of crows afterwards, he slightly raised his tone, and said, "Jimmy and Virena achieved the impossible today. They were always outnumbered, and yet they always succeeded. They killed the pets of the ravens that neither of us had managed to kill before, which are the Razor Squirrels."

"With the squirrels out of the way, the meadows shall be ours again, very soon." He smiled, "For now, let us fly back to the city. We have to bury our fallen crows."