Dip.
dip.....
dip.....
blood flowed out continuously like an unending fountain.
Watching the red scene, the spectators closed their eyes
they could not look at the small silhouette lying down on the floor as blood flowed out continuously from his neck.
The environment turned silent and amidst the silent environment,
the silhouette raised his hand while looking at the sky.
"I am not a Coward and I won't run away"
The simple and volume less voice echoed
in the atmosphere, then silhouette closed his eyes taking his last breath.
"Timmy..."
"Timmy....."
"Timmy..."
A woman rushed towards the dead body, put his head into her embrace and started crying while her tears rolled down on the red silhouette in her embrace.
this woman is none other Timmy's mother,
Ivar who was actually pushed aside by Timmy stood, tears were rolling down from his eyes.
"Timmy..."
"Why did you do that?"
Ivar approached Timmy's dead body and questioned him even though he knew he did get the answer just a few moments before his death.
"I am not a coward and I won't run away"
These words still echoed in the ears of the spectators.
"Hahaa what a fool he was"
the fatty smirked for Timmy's foolish act to give up his life for his friend.
"Now it's your turn "
The fatty continued to point his sword towards Ivar.
a little girl among the crowd came out and stood in front of Ivar blocking the sword and shouted
" I am not a coward"
"Girl move aside or I will kill you too "
the fatty tried to scare the girl
In reply, she shouted
"I am not a coward"
"Looks like you are a fool too then die "
seeing the fatty had the intention of killing the girl,
An old man who could not even walk properly stood in front of the girl and shouted
"Nor me"
"I am not a coward"
One by one people came forward while shouting
"I am not a coward"
seeing this scene even the mother of Timmy stopped crying and as if she were speaking to Timmy said
"Look Timmy look no one here is a coward"
"No one here is a coward"
"We are not cowards"
"I am not a coward"
Soon the fatties were surrounded by mad villagers who do not fear death.
"Boss looks like we have to leave"
One of the fatties suggested.
"Why should I leave? I am not afraid of these ants"
The fatty who wore gold armaments replied.
"I am giving you all a chance to back down now if you don't then I will use my battle relic"
but the villagers as if heard nothing continued to chant
"I am not a coward"
The fatty realized that he could not scare the crowd with just words so he activated his relic by saying
"Gold"
The armaments on him started to shine, the gold light began to become brighter and brighter,
the light was dazzling as it blocked everyone's vision.
When everyone recovered from momentary blindness they saw that everything within 100 meters range of the fatty turned into gold.
there were no more people who continued to chant
"Haa...haaa...haa.., I have warned you all but you all wanted to play hero"
"Now I will kill all of you"
the fatty held the sword tightly,
He did not consider these villagers as equal to him or as a human for him the villagers are like useless creatures who need to be killed.
"Zomuto, stop rampaging"
With a voice from afar,
"Shh....."
At the critical moment, an arrow shot down exactly just a few centimetres away from his toes.
Zomuto drenched in sweat and he looked at the direction where the arrow came from
"You...you are March Butterfly from team Sahara"
Zomuto was surprised and soon regained his composer then he threw the following question
"Why are you meddling with my business?
Are these ants really that much important to challenge team Righteousness?"
"Zomuto, I can't let you kill the innocent anymore, make your decision to back down or fight me to death"
Hearing March Butterfly,
Zomuto shivered as he knew that March Butterfly was not only part of team Sahara but also the third strongest Battle Master of Palamuru city.
"Boys, let's go"
Zomuto did not waste much of time as he knew he had no chance of defeating March Butterfly,
Being a defensive battle master is also one of the reasons for him to not to get into a fight with March Butterfly.
The group of fatties left the village while villagers had tears in their eyes
When they left the people who turned into gold statues reverted back to humans.
March Butterfly walked towards the dead Timmy and there also someone tagging along with her,
"Holy Lady"
The villagers bent on their knees and paid their respect to the holy lady of the village Mantra.
March Butterfly stood there, facing the dead Timmy she dropped to her knees and said
"Sorry"
"I am ashamed of the activities done by a fellow battle master"
"I know one innocent life is lost here, we are battle masters and we are supposed to be protectors of humanity"
" But one of us to kill a fellow human is a big disgrace to the name battle masters"
" I apologize you because I was late"
" I apologize for not being able to save a life"
" I know my apology won't bring this child back but still please forgive us, we failed you and we failed humanity."
when
"Go away, don't come near to my son
Timmy my Timmy...."
Timmy's mother could not hold her tears anymore and began to cry.
"You..people like you are the reason for my son's death, forgiveness cut the crap"
As she said it, she grabbed March Butterfly's veil and threw it aside "Slap"
she slapped March Butterfly.
"Rimu...Stop"
Mantra who was watching from the sidelines intervened as she picked up the veil and handed it to March Butterfly.
"Rimu..it's not her fault"
"holy lady, my poor boy...
My Timmy...
My Timmy..."
The poor mother went back to Timmy's dead body and continued to cry while hugging Timmy.
Ivar who was standing in shock recovered his tranquillity and he cried while repeating
"Timmy,
Timmy...
Timmy.."
The rest villagers are also stood in silence, time passed and finally, everyone calmed down.
With a sound from her staff, Holy lady Mantra requested everyone's attention.
"This kid Timmy is the real hero of the village, he lost his life for the sake of a fellow villager, we need to honour his bravery and death, so I am inviting all of you to come and participate in the grand final ritual of our hero Timmy, I will consult the chief for carving his name on the hall of heroes"
She paused a minute then continued
"Timmy did not die, he leaves as long as the village exists and his friend whom he saved is life, so let's chant his last words again"
"I am not a coward"
Holy lady Mantra shouted out.
"I am not a coward"
"I am not a coward"
They chanted many times before they left, Mantra convinced Timmy's mother and they carried Timmy to the village chief's home.
Now there were only three people present in the scene, they are Zia, Ivar and March Butterfly.
March Butterfly approached Zia with slow steps while sitting down she lowered her head in front of the chair where Zia sat.
"Senior Zia, If only I have arrived earlier"
Zia was not a little girl as she returned to her usual self but the scars of the incident can still be seen in her face.
"You are called March Butterfly right, you don't need to think too much about it, and why are you calling me Senior, I am not much older than you".
Zia while looking at March Butterfly replied.
" Senior Zia, I call you senior because your legend along sir Rewlong still resonates through the entire battle master's world."
As March Butterfly praised Zia, her eyes sparkled.
"So you know me"
"Senior Zia, you are kidding right you are the dream of many battle masters, the right hand of sir Rewlong."
"I haven't expected you to recognize me, by the way, why did you come here"
"Actually I came here to take back my dress"
"Dress? who took your dress"
"Someone called Henry"
"So are you that famous grandma?"
As Zia asked her face filled with shock.
"I am no grandma...that shameless bastard "
she cursed inwardly.
"You are here anyway let's go to my home, Henry went to the city to sell paddy. He will be back by tomorrow you got to weight anyway so you can sleep at my home if you don't mind"
"Thank you, Senior Zia"
Zia, March Butterfly and Ivar then departed to Ivar's home.