Murim Recurve

"Don't worry, sister. We'll return your purse without fail." The boy patted his chest, mimicking a soldier's salute that he had learnt from television. "Please give me 100 rupees. That would make things easier for me."

"A police constable I hired will try to jump on them any moment now. You can time yourself accordingly." Re'Kha smiled as she handed him a 100 rupee note. Even though she had lost her purse, it seemed her character had a habit of keeping some change in her pocket. And, since it was just a piece of paper, it was easy to be stuffed in the tight-fitting dress without it poking out through the fabric.

"Police…" The boy was slightly cautious.

Seeing that, Re'Kha lightly patted him, "I promise the police won't do anything to you. Let's keep it like this."

She flashed a gentle smile, "If you do this, I'll also reward you with anything you need."

"Anything?" The boy was excited.

"Only if it is in my capability," Re'Kha made a pinching action as she said. Seeing how casual she was in talking with him, the boy relaxed. His expression turned serious as he quickly ran through the streets, soon arriving with another boy his age.

The two of them looked at Re'Kha along the way and flashed a sheepish smile before disappearing into the crowd. The traffic through the streets had increased substantially now.

Re'Kha noticed how the two boys moved through the crowd like fish through water, treating it as their playground. Just the expertise they showed assured Re'Kha that they were capable children.

Most of the time, their small stature gave them enough of an advantage in most situations. That was why there were a lot of pickpocketers among children. Their height gave them a better reach into the pockets of other people. Moreover, most of the people only looked along their eye level and rarely looked down, giving the children the perfect opportunity to work their magic.

The two boys were shorter than other boys their age, possibly because of malnutrition that stunted their growth. Still, their actions were dextrous. They looked like assassins there were sent into war in an enemy stronghold. They blended into the environment.

Re'Kha noticed how instead of heading straight to the thugs, one of the boys disappeared into the streets. Soon, he returned with a purse that was of a similar size to her purse. It seemed the reason the boy had asked her for 100 rupees was for this. The boy had also taken measures to make the stuffing in the purse be similar to here to ensure the fatness of both were the same.

The colour of them was also similar. Moreover, even though she only gazed at it from afar, due to the obsession of her character with purses, she realised that the purse the boy bought was a replica of her model. And…the difference in their rates was akin to dirt and gold.

The two boys then disappeared into the crowd, approached the two thugs that still seemed immersed in their chatter, swapped the purses automatically by taking advantage of the reflexes that humans possessed against many stimuli. 

The process was naturally executed to the extent Re'Kha stared in wonder. Soon, she saw the boy appear before her as he handed her the purse, "Mission accomplished, sister~"

Her body automatically grabbed hold of the purse and fished through it, heaving a sigh of relief as the documents she wished to safe keep were in it and seemed undamaged. All the remaining items too were inside. It seemed the thugs had only sold the electronics—her mobile phone—first and planned to sell the rest in a single batch. It turned out better for her.

Re'Kha held the purse dear to her as she removed her watch and gave it to the boy. Her character resisted the action but she willed her way through. On seeing how she had kept her word, the boy was happy.

Re'Kha smiled, "Alright, what do you need? Let's see if sister here can fulfil it."

The two boys looked at each other, nodding as they seemed to have the same intention. They looked at Re'Kha with sparkling eyes, saying in unison, "Sister, you have a car, right? Give us a ride in it, please."

"Pfft," Re'Kha burst into laughter. Her cheerful laughter made the boys automatically blush as she patted them, "Alright. My car is pretty fast, you know."

"Yesh!" The two boys cheered as they gave hi-fi to each other.

<Ding>

[Second Quest: Give a ride to the two kids.]

[Quest Description: Raghu and Raghav are honest brothers that wish to upload justice in their own way by stealing from the criminals. Their desire has always been to ride a sports car. Fulfil their desire.]

[Quest Duration: Until the exploration ends.]

[Reward: 1 Prana Stone]

[Punishment: 1 Damage]

'Yes, another Quest. And this one is incredibly easy.' Re'Kha cheered mentally as she motioned for the two kids to follow her to the police jeep. Even though they slightly apprehensive, but thanks to her persuasive power, they relented and followed her.

Re'Kha noticed the Inspector standing beside the jeep as he cursed. He immediately noticed her approach and expressed his anger. But, before he could say anything, Re'Kha flashed her purse, saying that she had obtained it, "Constable Damodar is still waiting to jump on the thugs. Please tell him to return."

"How…did you get it?" The Inspector said when his eyes darted to the two boys who flinched under his gaze. They immediately hid behind Re'Kha who shielded them.

"They are brave children that have helped me," Re'Kha said as she motioned for them to follow her, boarding the jeep.

Re'Kha then pointed at the two thugs, "Constable Damodar is somewhere around there."

"Fine," The Inspector clicked his tongue as he and Constable Saadhav quickly rushed through the crowd and found Damodar. They returned to the jeep and took off from the area, swiftly leaving the place now that they had finished their objective.

The two thugs remained unaware all along. Once they finished chatting, they entered the shop, planning to sell the expensive purse they had stolen today. It was enough for them to slack off for a month or two and indulge in whatever they desired.

They indulged in their daydreams as they laughed and opened the door to a certain room where such dealings were usually conducted.