Seven mighty warriors surrounded a woman dressed in a purple witch's outfit. Battered and bruised, the heroes barely hung on. They each panted and stumbled around one place, struggling to even look up at their enemy.
The witch cackled. "What a pathetic sight to think you're all supposed to be heroes."
The witch floated above the ground, looking at them as they made desperate attempts at her. She dodges each of them with ease, retaliating with a lightning strike. All the heroes had fallen, but each one of them stressed every inch of muscle they had to stand.
"You're persistent; I'll give you that." She eyed them with clear annoyance, "But don't think that I'll lose to you."
She floated high into the sky as the sky began to roar and the earth shook.
"What is that?"
"She's casting a spell!"
As the witch finally stopped and looked down, someone yelled at the top of their voice.
"IT'S READY!!!"
The witch turned as her face scrunched up, setting her eyes on the 8th hero.
"Damn it!". She tried to fly at him but was stopped by some kind of barrier. Her eyes widened as it dawned on her what was about to happen.
"I'll kill you!! How dare you filthy heroes do this to me?!! Each and everyone of you will die by my hands!!". She fled to the ground and started chanting.
"Hurry!"
"I'm doing my best."
The barrier grew more and more opaque; soon enough, the witch was completely blocked from their sights, and they couldn't hear her as well.
"Just a few more seconds."
Almost ironically, as they nearly finished sealing away the witch, a bright purple glow erupted from the sky. As they looked up, they're expressions softened.
"To perform something like that with yourself as the center is true madness."
"Ironic. The barrier that forced her hands is also the thing that allows her to do this."
"Normally, something like this would be a sacrificial play."
With a stoned resolve, they all screamed, "I WON'T RUN AWAY!"
They busted into laughter.
"At least our lives will be given for the safety of this world."
"I'll see all of you in the afterlife."
The seal was complete, trapping her in a green ball. At the same time, the spell activated. A bright flash enveloped the area, followed by an enormous explosion.
The heroes last words echoed in unison. "May our weapons find themselves in the hands of a true hero."
Their final words were carried by the wind as a declaration of victory to everyone around.
"Did the heroes do it?"
After a while, a group of warriors surrounded the area of the battle.
"The entire place is decimated! What enormous power!" Said the muscular man
"You think we could make a quick pay by selling the heroes' weapons." asked the girl
"That would disgrace them. We'll bury all of it alongside them."
"By the way, where is the witch's corpse?". One of them pointed
"Now that you mention it, I don't even see ashes."
"Do you think they scattered through the wind?"
The girl shuttered, "I don't even want to imagine accidentally breathing in the witch's corpse."
"If there is nothing here, what should we bring back to the king?"
The muscular man banged his fist to his chest. "The tales of their battle and legend of their victory."
"You know the King's not going to honor that, right?"
"True. Their story will be lost to time if we can't bring back a piece of their battle."
Meanwhile, the witch was trapped in some sort of white room.
"Damn it. How did I get sealed by a bunch of idiots?
No matter, as long as I can peer out of this room, my victory will be assured one day."
With the witch sealed away and the heroes dead, the story has reached its end... or maybe not.
Thousands of years later, the witch's sight landed on a young boy playing around in his room.
"A boy? Where am I?". She looked around
"It looks like I have peered all the way into another world. I really should thank the heroes. With an eternal sealing spell, I have all the time in the world."
"A boy who seems to be quite wealthy. Maybe I should follow him around to see how his life is."
After a few days of following him around, he was walking home with his friends when she broke out into laughter.
"So he has everything he could ever want and walks around with a rather eccentric set of friends. One's a thug, one's an overachiever, while the other one is relatively normal.
A rich boy hanging out with common folk desires nothing more than to play around all day. He himself is who I consider the weirdest. He excels at everything but is naturally humble; surrounded by friends but rather goes on an imaginary adventure; as rich as a noble but acts like he has the same life as the rest of them. He has no struggles."
She stared at him with burning curiosity. "If someone born with everything were to suddenly lose it, wouldn't that be fun? Just watching him flail around till he dies."
Her face lit up, a plan brewing. "Arata Hajime. Born into an extraordinary life while still managing to be a normal kid. Sounds like the perfect M.C. for my little story."
She broke out into a laughing fit. It seems trouble was at the door for Arata Hajime. What plan did she think of, and why Arata?
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