"I-I guess I feel," Cyrus stammered somewhat. "I feel... proud, I guess is the word? Honestly, that felt pretty damn good - cool, even." Cyrus motioned his right head away from behind his head, and motioned it down towards his hips, before placing his palm on his butt, and looked down at it over his shoulder, as if to inspect it. I never felt anything like that before, Cyrus said to himself. That... That can't be normal, right?
Cyrus looked back at Andaret, who replied, "Cool, huh? Not the word I would have personally used, but hey, glad you didn't hate it." Cyrus paused before he responded, "Oh, yeah - yeah, I didn't hate it." Andaret let out a huge sigh of relief. "I'm sorry again, by the way - for before. Honestly, had I known that you didn't realize what you were signing up for--"
"Don't worry about it too much," Cyrus interrupted. "I get it - stupid mistake on both our parts. I should have asked more questions about the contract the Guild gave me, anyway." Cyrus gave Andaret a reassuring smile, and she smiled back in kind, and nodded.
"Well then, with that out of the way," Andaret continued, "I think you've demonstrated your newfound abilities well enough! Now, follow me - I wanna find out something else." Andaret stood up from her bedside, and walked past Cyrus, and walking through the door he had previously blasted open moments before. She stopped in place, her eyes widening. She paused, and then took a deep breath through her nose. Cyrus couldn't help but be perplexed. "Uh, what are you doing?" Andaret let out a great sigh, and replied, "Just, uh, getting a whiff of your scent - it's... not what I was expecting."
"The hell is that supposed to mean?" Cyrus said as he held back mild, confused laughter. "You're not gonna say that it smells bad, right? I figured that went without saying." Andaret giggled, and responded, "Follow me - I'll explain along the way."
Andaret began walking once more, Cyrus quickly springing forward to catch up, while letting out a loud fart.
BRRRRRAAAAAAPT!
It lacked in the same sheer force from Cyrus' large blast prior, and thus also felt comparatively weaker, though it was still an odd feeling to him all the same. Prior to this day, Cyrus had never experience so much flatulence, rarely ever releasing large amounts of gas, and whenever he did, it was never so audible.
The two walked beside each other through the castle hall, a few moments passing before Cyrus spoke up and asked, "Where are we going? I thought you just wanted to to see what I could do back in your room." Andaret nodded. "You're right, I did - and, normally, that'd be it. But, this is a particular case." Cyrus raised an eyebrow. "How, exactly?"
"You see," Andaret explained, "It's two things - the size of your Initial Break, and the scent of your gas. Now, I dunno if you'd know this... but, the Initial Break isn't normally that large." Cyrus replied, "What's an initial break? You mean my--" Andaret interjected by saying, "Your first fart as a Stinker, yes. After you meet the terms of the transformation, and enough time passes, your body passes gas that is fundamentally different from before. The size of the fart can vary from person to person, but on average, the Initial Break is just a large fart, larger than the average, ordinary ones regular humans usually have."
"Okay..." Cyrus replied. "So, what happened to me back there is... rare?" Andaret nodded. "Indeed it is - and that'd be strange enough on its own, but it is also your scent that I curious about." Cyrus couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, come on!" Andaret exclaimed, "It's true! You have yet to see for yourself, but we Stinkers have a different sense of smell - flatulence doesn't smell bad to us." Cyrus' face had a confused look to it, as though he didn't understand what he just heard. "Wait, it doesn't? ... well then, what does it smell like then?"
"That... depends," Andaret said, halfheartedly. "I don't totally understand it myself, but every Stinker has a similar, yet slightly different scent - almost like a fingerprint. But, your scent, I have simply never once smelled anything like it before. It's... exotic, I guess."
Cyrus just gave Andaret a wry smile and replied, "So, I got exotic farts, then?" Andaret laughed, "Pfffft, haha, yeah basically! And I'm hoping, that by taking you to see our Reader, we can learn why that is." Cyrus just nodded slowly, processing the information he had been given.
A few more minutes passed in silence before Cyrus and Andaret made it to another room in the castle - it was a small room, smaller than the other rooms Cyrus had seen, and the only light that illuminated the small space came from the open door that lead into the room, and five lit torches that were hanging on the walls. Cyrus couldn't help but feel that this gave the room an ominous feel, not helped by the lone woman sitting in the center of of the floor.
The woman had their back facing them, so all Cyrus could see was her long, raven-colored hair. Without turning around, the woman spoke up and said, "Greetings, Young Princess - who is this with you?" Andaret replied, "He is Cyrus - Cyrus Merrifall - and he's my new Stinker warrior!" The woman paused for a few moments, before responding, "What makes him so special, Your Majesty?" Andaret then proceeded to step towards the woman and say, "Well, that's what I wanted to ask you about, actually - his flatulence is, frankly, it's incredible! He has something about him, but I'm not sure what it is." The woman paused, before standing up slowly from where she was sitting on the floor, and turned to face Andaret.
The woman wore a bright white silk robe around her, and had dark skin - though, most noticeably about her was her narrow eyes that glistened a bright, pale purple color. She gave off an aura to Cyrus that seemed otherworldly to him - it even gave his body chills, and even resulted in him involuntarily passing some gas.
Brrrr-Brrrrrrpp...
The woman's gaze then subtly turned towards Cyrus. Out of shock, Cyrus immediately began waving his hand behind his butt, and said to the woman, "Uhm, sorry - still getting used to being so, uh... gassy." The woman stepped up towards Cyrus and asked, "The Princess would like to know what makes you so unique - will you allow me to look into your eyes?" Cyrus paused and gulped, unsure of what he was getting into. Nonetheless, he replied, "Y-Yeah, sure. Go right ahead."
The woman then widened her eyes, and stared deeply at Cyrus' pupils - in turn, Cyrus found himself staring back at her, unblinking. It was as if he was in a trance. The two remained still like this for about thirty seconds, before she narrowed her eyes once again, and Cyrus started blinking quickly, and rubbing his eyes. After he had finished, the woman took his left palm with both her hands and said, "You were not wrong when you said that he was special, Your Highness. In fact, he is more special than you know."
"Really?" Andaret asked. "How? What's up with him?" The woman replied, "I have seen into his very being - however it may have happened, it is clear to me: this young man here is the Great Stinker Champion." Andaret's eyes widened immensely at those words. "Y-You mean... he's the Legendary Ass-Blaster?!" she exclaimed with a wide smile. The woman turned and nodded, making Andaret cheer even more.
"The Hel are you talking about?" Cyrus asked, unsure and confused. Andaret calmed down some to explain as best she could. "Y-You're... You're the Ass-Blaster! A Stinker so powerful, their flatulence knows no equal - that's incredible!"
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