Supreme Ruler: Reincarnated as the Emperor's Bastard Son

"What are you two doing"

Sudhatta or rather Blondie as Ashoka called him, came forward and stood in front of Ashoka, stretching out his hands to protect Ashoka.

By nature, Sudhatt was kind and gentle.

Maybe due to the influence of Ashoka who always acted barbarically as he liked, Sudhatta grew in the opposite manner.

He was very fragile and even at this movement when he was standing in front of Ashoka, his legs were shaking uncontrollably.

Ashoka, who noticed that his twin came to his rescue even when he was scared of the brothers smiled inwardly.

But he made sure not to show it outside and punched Blondie in the head.

"Who asked for your help, you brat!"

"Ah!"

Sudhatta held his head in pain almost bursting into tears.

"Don't try to act like my bigger brother just because you were born a few seconds earlier"

But Ashoka didn't care, he pulled him back and faced the asshole brothers.

"Oi, You two?"

He moved a step closer to them, staring straight at their face.

"You were asking where he was, right? Now, that he is here, tell me what is the matter, you a-s-s-h-o-l-e-s?"

Snap.

The brothers froze and stared back and forth between each other and their stepbrother in front. That wasn't the reaction they had been expecting from him.

Assholes…

Despite being blockheads, the brothers were still 8-year-old children.

It was an aggressive term for the two of them. When they realized the offensive nature of the expression, their faces began boiling in rage.

"What did you just… Did you lose your mind, Ashoka?"

"Wake up already. Your nanny isn't here to protect you today."

"Pffft."

Ashoka let out a small sneer and took another step toward his brothers.

"You weren't the only ones waiting for Hema to go out, you fools"

Ashoka whispered.

In fact, the brothers weren't the only ones waiting for his nanny's absence. Rather, Ashoka had been waiting for this day to come far more ardently than them.

He couldn't wait to beat these little brats into submission.

'How dare they bully me and blondie, I was holding back not to cause any problems, but fu*ki it!'

Ashoka was strong. Despite being in the body of a 6-year-old, the memory of military training he did in his past life was still engraved into his soul, not to mention the basic swordsmanship that he had been learning from knights in Tempest manor.

Even if not for that, the things that Sage Vyasa and Sage Chanakya had taught him till now were enough to overpower these kids.

Though the two brothers before him were two years older, Ashoka was confident he could kill them both without any problem.

Not having realized the urgency of their situation, the brothers boldly continued glaring at Ashoka.

"If you beg for forgiveness right now, we'll let you off by just breaking your nose."

"Otherwise, we'll make sure you're in a state far worse."

The brothers threatened Ashoka in an attempt to induce fear.

"Hey Ashoka, let's run to the knights, they will protect us"

And it seemed like instead of Ashoka, Blondie was the one who was getting afraid.

Ashoka was a bit confused at this.

Sudhatta was a genius who had trained in basic swordsmanship along with him in the Tempest Manor, and he also had trained with him under Sage Chanakya in the past 2 years.

He should be able to easily beat the brothers one-on-one but despite that, he is acting like a deer cornered by a lion.

"Blondie, why the hell are you chickening out? Okay, stand back and watch me, I am going to beat the shit out of those assholes"

Approximately 5 steps for a 7-year-old. That was the distance between Ashoka and his brothers in the Tempest's hallway.

"Aack!"

Suddenly, Hayara yelped as he crouched on the floor.

The startled Sharath looked around to check their surroundings, only to realize that his brother's back was being squashed by Ashoka's underfoot.

Ashoka had instantaneously narrowed the distance between them and planted his fist in Hayara's stomach.

"Eh?"

Ugh.

Eventually, Sharath took a punch to the jaw and collapsed on the floor. It was their first time being hit in this manner. Moreover, their 6-year-old step-brother's fist felt like a chunk of ice. Cold and hard.

'Wha-What was that?'

The instant he got hit, Sharath caught sight of dark energy surrounding Ashoka's fist.

But he didn't have time to dwell on it. As he began to return to his senses, another punch came flying at him.

Thwack!

"Urgh!"

His painful cry couldn't escape from his mouth, as if his throat were blocked by something. All he could do was rack his brains and figure out where everything had gone wrong as throbbing tears ran down his face.

No one else was in the hallway.

They had chosen this location specifically to harass Ashoka and Sudhatta, but the brothers could never have imagined that their decision would come back to bite them.

Thud, thud, thwack.

Ashoka continued straddling the two unconscious twins and swung his fists as he spoke.

'Am I going too far? They are just kids after all.'

A sudden hesitation came over him but ended up disappearing as quickly as it had come.

'Whatever, who cares?'

If Ashoka were to hold back today, the brothers would most likely try to commit similar acts again so he didn't hold back.

.

.

"Phew."

Twitch, twitch!

After a long beating, the bodies of the two unconscious twins began convulsing.

Their step-brother finally stood up and looked down on them indifferently.

"You two better do your best not to catch my attention from now on. As long as you want to live, that is."

He turned back to leave but suddenly stopped remembering something.

"Ha! If you try something funny with Blondie again, consider yourself dead", He said while giving them a death glare.

"Prince!"

Having sensed the unusual atmosphere in the Manor, a knight in charge of their protection came running down the hallway.

He was a top-class guardian knight and normally wouldn't have been shocked by a fistfight between kids, even if they were from the Royal family.

However, even he couldn't help but stare in disbelief at Ashoka who was looking down indifferently at the unconscious brothers lying on the ground.

'The 6-year-old prince Ashoka pummeled his older brothers?'

He couldn't believe it. Normally, there should've been a large difference in physique between a 6-year-old and an 8-year-old. Moreover, the brothers had been learning the royal family's martial arts since when they were six.

On the other hand, Ashoka and Sudhatta had just started learning basic swordsmanship.

In fact, they hadn't begun to learn anything at all. At least, that's what the guardian knight had been told.

"Uuugh."

"Prince Ashoka, what just…"

The knight asked him as Hayara let out a barely audible moan.

"They started fighting each other out of nowhere."

Ashoka said nonchalantly.

"Excuse me?"

"They fought each other."

The knight realized immediately that Ashoka was lying, but he couldn't pursue the matter anymore. He could see Ashoka smirking as if everything had gone according to his plan.

While the guardian knight's duty was to protect the children, he was still an outsider to the royal family.

He was not in a position where he could argue with the Prince.

'I knew they called them, Moon goddess Geniuses, but this is...I will just report the matter to higherups and stay out of it'

The knight courteously bowed to Ashoka.

He may be a 6-year-old or a bastard, but he was still a Prince by birth.

"I understand. Then I shall take the young princes to the doctor."

"Yeah, yeah! Do whatever you need"

Ashoka said so and walked past Blondie who was staring at all that in disbelief.

"Hey Blondie, common, we have swordsmanship practice now, remember?"

The more shocking thing was that Ashoka was acting like nothing really happened.

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