18 Friends Don’t Let Friends Poke

Luckily, it appeared that Cornelius had some free time on his hands. In this world, the easiest way to contact someone within the city was to use a Magic Homing Pigeon. This was a magic tool that created a bird out of mana that could carry a small message to the recipient. The tool scanned people for their unique magical signatures, which allowed for the bird to track and home in on that person's location. However, this tool had its limits. Since the bird had a limited magical supply, it could only fly for a set distance. If it neared its limit while searching, it would return to the sender before dissipating. Trying out this device, I sent Cornelius a message. The bird came back empty-handed and cooed to signify that it had been delivered before fading out with a puff, like a flame being blown out.

A few minutes later, another magical pigeon came to me bearing a message. Unfolding the paper, there was a rough sketch of a cartoony Cornelius making an 'OK' sign. I had asked him if he could come to the Faulkner residence but hadn't told him any details. He'd probably use it as an excuse to see Eryn anyways.

Late that afternoon, a fancy carriage showed up in front of our residence. The driver hopped off and opened the door. Cornelius stepped out, dressed in casual clothing. This had been the first time I had seen him without his armor. Greeting him, I led him to the empty courtyard.

"Oh? Will it be just us? I'm a little disappointed that it wasn't Eri that had called for me, but I take it that you had some business with me then?" Cornelius said with his usual smile.

"Say, we're friends, aren't we?"

"I prefer to think of us as acquaintances with mutual goals, but I'm open to some convincing."

Despite what Cornelius said, he didn't seem to mind my company, especially since he could talk casually with me.

"I think I discovered a new ability, but I would prefer to practice it on a guy."

"I see…apparently, my charm has spread outside of my expectations."

"What, NO! That's not why I asked you!" I retorted.

Cornelius just kept grinning in response.

I rubbed my temples as I reminded myself how easily he could get under my skin. I faked an excuse, saying that Eryn hadn't recovered after her match, so I had asked him instead.

"Ok, show me what you've picked up from the event." Cornelius winked at me. Something told me that I couldn't exactly trust the guy. As I walked over to him, my feet suddenly lost traction. My vision spun around before the back of my head collided with the ground.

"Owwww, what the hell?" Getting up, I looked around, seeing that a smooth patch of ice had been placed on the ground where I stepped. Damn it, did that guy just use 'Slip' on me? What's next? A smartphone?

Turning to Cornelius in annoyance, he was quite amused with himself. "Did you think I'd just stand here and take your attack?" Cornelius distanced himself some more and coated the rest of the ground in slick ice.

Fine, I'll play your game! Getting up shakily, I kicked off and allowed myself to glide along the surface of the ice. Luckily, this wasn't something new to me. My younger self did some ice skating and amused myself with gliding on frozen stretches of ice while commuting to school in the winter.

Coming at Cornelius quickly, he looked nonchalant as he beckoned me to come, like a matador facing a bull. I tried to grab him as I got within range, but he sidestepped just out of my reach. Sliding right by him, I awkwardly did a U-turn and tried again. Catching on to the fact that I was trying to grab him, Cornelius backed away and created some ice walls to block my path. I had to swerve here and there to avoid running right into them.

"Quit playing around! How am I supposed to show you my skill if you keep blocking my way?"

"How do you expect a skill to be useful if you can't use it in the middle of combat?" Cornelius countered.

I hated to admit it, but he was right. People weren't simply going to stick out their arm and let me poke it like Eryn did. I had to find a way to create an opening.

Ducking behind one of the ice walls, I called upon my item box and pulled out several knives. Circling behind the wall that Cornelius hid behind, I threw them in sequence. In response, Cornelius conjured a barrier made of ice to shield him. The knives bounced off the shield and clattered to the ground. Ducking behind another wall that was closer, I grabbed an even larger handful of knives.

It was time for the 'Sky Knives' once again. Running out once more, I threw them all into the sky above Cornelius. He aimed his barrier over him this time, letting the knives clatter around the ground around him. A few of them had missed him and fallen straight down, imbedding the blade into the ground. Good, I was banking on that. Charging straight at him, Cornelius scoffed as he once again gracefully slid out of the way. As I passed by him, I reached for one of the knives lodged into the ground. Grasping the handle tightly, I felt my momentum being redirected as my direction abruptly changed. With Cornelius ahead of me, I let go, launching myself straight into the path of Cornelius's sidestep.

This time, I was barely able to hook his leg as he tried to avoid me in panic. The two of us collided onto the ground, with me somehow on top.

Cornelius looked up at me. "Oh my. I'm not used to being on the bottom, you know."

"You are such a pain in the ass." I said as I pushed a spot at the base of his neck.

Cornelius suddenly froze as his eyes rolled back. His body had gone limp signifying that he had passed out. I confirmed that he was still breathing ok. It hadn't been my intention to knock him out at first, but my annoyance at him made me pick a particularly sensitive pressure point. However, the outcome was more effective than I had predicted. That pressure point was intended to induce a shock to the nervous system but should have require either more force or longer time to activate. This was confirming more misconceptions about how I had previously understood things.

After a few minutes, I started shaking Cornelius to bring him back from dreamland. He looked up at me in surprise, realizing that he had been unconscious just now. He started patting his body all over, as if to check whether he had been violated.

"Seriously? What reason would I have to attack you in your sleep?" His antics really wore on me sometimes.

Explaining what I had done to him, he listened patiently as I detailed how the impact of pressure points seemed to be much greater in this world than what I'm used to. It was apparent to me now that something was driving the outcome to its maximum effect similar to my other abilities.

"I'm starting to think that my high Crit stat enables a result to be as effective as it could possibly be. But only if I hit the right locations."

That would explain the ease of cutting, and the shattering of rock, and Eryn's excessive reaction and effective recovery…

"If that's true, then my capabilities may have just expanded a lot."

There were pressure points for a multitude of functions after all. I would have to think carefully about how I wanted to use them. More importantly, I now had a way to deal with an opponent that I didn't want to kill, one of my current biggest worries.

"I see. So that's why you called on me. So that you can abuse me to your heart's desire. I guess I mean nothing to you." Cornelius took out a handkerchief and wiped away some nonexistent tears.

"Well, I can't very well do these kinds of things to a nice girl like Eryn. But it's ok if I beat up an annoying guy like you." I joked.

Suddenly, I felt my hand grabbed. A chilling feeling of cold crept up my arm accompanying it. Looking down, I was met with the sight of ice slowly encasing the length of my arm. A brief flicker of anger had blemished his normally jovial expression. Huh? I must've hit a nerve somehow.

I tore my hand away from his and tried to chip off the ice. Warmer air once again hit bare skin as I managed to shake it off. By that time, Cornelius's expression had already returned to normal.

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"Geez, I was only joking. But seriously, can you help me with this? It would help me do a better job at protecting Eryn." I reasoned with him.

"I suppose…" Cornelius gave in, almost pouting. He would do anything for his friend.

This time, he allowed me to poke him several places, as I tested spots that induced pain, paralysis, and even nausea. As I touched him more and more, the normally bright expression that he put on had turned into a frown. His expression darkened as he tried to hold back winces of discomfort. I made sure to touch a complimentary pressure point to alleviate the effects right after, but it couldn't have been pleasant for him.

"Claude, you owe me for this." Cornelius said while gritting his teeth.

"Should I make you feel good then, like I did for Eryn?"

"You WHAT?"

Oops. Me and my big mouth.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY-NNGH!" I pressed the same point on his back as I had done to Eryn before.

Cornelius's knees went weak as he sank to the ground. A line of drool suddenly trickled down one side of his lips. I was too shocked at the time, but after I cleared my head and thought a bit, I understood just what I had likely done to Eryn. Thinking back on it made me want to smack myself in embarrassment and crawl into a hole. Of course, she didn't want to talk to me afterwards.

Cornelius started getting up, recovering from his stupor. Satisfied that I had resolved most of my questions, I hurriedly excused myself and let Cornelius visit his friend. After all he did for me, I guess I could permit some alone time for them.

I ran into Pietro cleaning the windows on the way back. I had been meaning to ask him something.

"Hey Pietro, why were you fighting in the tournament? And what was with that silly mask?"

"I don't know what you mean. I'm just an old man who has already retired from such things." Pietro said, not even bothering to look away from the glass. His expression remained the same as before.

"Um…ok? I was so sure that it was you, seeing as he moved exactly the same way."

"Pure coincidence. I'm just a mere butler. Please do not consider me as anything more. If you have nothing else, then I would like to finish cleaning."

With my thoughts stuck in my throat after that blatant refusal, I wasn't at all convinced that he was telling the truth. Well, if the person himself insisted, then I had no right to pry. However, now I felt like testing something.

I went up to him and tried to poke a pressure point on his back. Without any time to react, my arm had been grabbed, and I was sent flying across the room. In one fluid motion, Pietro had countered me with perfect precision despite not facing me.

"I don't know what it is that you were trying to pull, but it won't work on me." Pietro walked by and bowed down to tell me. He left the room to continue cleaning elsewhere.

"A mere butler, my ass. What kind of butler moves that way?" I rolled my eyes. Unless you were an anime debt-ridden butler who sometimes cross-dressed…no, let's not start thinking about that.

In any case, it looked like I'd have to put in a lot more work before I could successfully use this skill in battle.

"CLAUDE! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO TELL CORNELIUS ABOUT IT!!!" Eryn's shout suddenly echoed down the hallway.

Hopefully, this skill wouldn't be more trouble than it was worth.

'Well, it's time to bribe the master.' I thought as I got up and headed towards the kitchen to fetch something. Nothing could smooth over a conflict like offering an apology in the presence of freshly made cake.