It took several days to reach the battlefield.
The already heavy scent became more dominant, the water from the flask hanging from their waist agitating with each walk, making a seductive sound.
His lips chapped, biting as he peeled them off with his teeth.
He licked the wound and persisted in the hot air.
At noon and when the sun is at its highest.
A few soldiers have already passed out from sunstroke. They were advanced unconsciously on horseback.
There is water, but he cannot drink it. He didn't know when he would die if he didn't use it sparingly...
His vision was getting blurry as he rode slowly through the desolate desert on horseback.
It's been 1 year...
His parents have been dead for a year. Separated from her siblings for 2 months.
No matter how strong it is, loneliness is all around. It's like going crazy.
There is a problem in him, he can neither express nor throw. It got stuck in his throat like a lump, he can neither swallow nor exhale. Breathless, he dives into his memories whenever he is empty.
Battlefield.
The army before them appeared. A group of savages running towards them...
Although they were not much different from the savage.
He clenched the rusty sword in his hand, perhaps because he was in the back row, so the danger was low.
But the difficulty increased with each passing second.
The rusty sword was like a piece of his arm, he could feel it tearing the other person's head from the body.
Blood gushed out, warm blood cooling a little in the scorching sun.
He swallowed.
It seemed as if he had cured his thirst, he lost himself as he gripped the bridle with his left hand.
If he remembers every time he stops, he will never stop!
Viewed from behind, his back was as straight and stiff as ever. However, he could feel the loneliness deeply.
He was like a wounded rabbit cornered, with no choice but to fight.
Thus, the cute rabbit moved on to become a predator...
He could control the horse deftly, moving the sword as if it were alive. He nimbly dodges incoming attacks.
Bodies piled up around him, continuing to pile up.
1 dead... 2 dead... 5 dead...
His body was out of breath when 10 bodies were piled up on the ground. The blood stains on him dried up. A bitter and dried taste in your throat...
His lungs seemed to be ripping, he felt the sharp pain in his spleen. He poured a few drops of water over his head to soothe his parched throat.
He blocked the attack of the man who aimed at him with his sword, smashing the finished water bowl on the man's head!
As a precaution, the man was pierced in the chest and became another corpse crushed under horses.
Aspect...
He felt a great weight in his chest.
Tired.
He closed his eyes, he had no strength left.
Isolated from all the noise and battle, he opened his eyes again with a stern expression.
"Aaaah!" Maybe it was to get the adrenaline going. Her boiling blood ignited all her energy.
He swung a knife, forgot...
The death of his family...
Who is...
His life and death...
He even forgot that the other person is a human being.
He was getting numb, he was reaping people like he was chopping vegetables. This is not true...
Not true!
There was a voice as low as a mosquito whispering in it, and it screeched away with its harsh roar.
"Aaaaah!"
The thin sword pierced into a hard object, winged, and stabbed again and again.
His mind was long gone, becoming a machine with reflexes ready to kill at any moment.
Not true!
Not true!
There are feelings, there is hope, there is ambition...
Where are they?
He does not know.
He didn't even care to live in this situation. How many times did his body bleed?
It hurts, but he doesn't feel it.
It doesn't feel!
His joy, his joy, his pain, and suffering disappeared.
Cold!
It was as if the boiling blood was freezing.
He was humiliated for a year, how many times were his brothers beaten and mocked?
How many threats did he receive because he did not have a father, and which job was he not fired from? He came to work for pleasure and was disturbed!
He went to the police, they were ignored.
Complaining! Why? Why did everyone turn against him? He didn't hurt anyone, why? Why did they push him so hard?
He didn't care about being isolated or mocked.
But why siblings?
Why did they get involved with his family? Why was he threatened, or forced?
His jaw was clenched hard, and white powder overflowed from his mouth...
Hardly...
Hardly...
But why...
Why is there no anger?
He is calm now, indifferent as if he had never experienced them. Would he pay for his power by losing his humanity?
Sorry, he was selfish!
He gets the power, but it doesn't pay off!
A hint of anger began to flood his chest, a pair of eyes in the sun as bright and vital as a ruby.
-To be continued-