After Solis outmaneuvered the thug, leaving him unable to continue the fight, the carriage driver stared in amazement.
"What just happened? Did that kid just outsmart a trained thug? But how?"
For readers, let me explain. While Solis isn't particularly strong, his quick reflexes and exceptional speed are his greatest assets. This agility comes from years of targeted training, encouraged by his father, Hector. Hector, a former B-ranked Postknight, understood that strength alone wouldn't make Solis successful. Instead, he helped his son focus on enhancing his speed and technique, especially by strengthening his legs. With hard work and dedication, Solis became fast enough to outpace most opponents and use their own weight and momentum against them.
As the other thugs processed what had just happened, one of them stepped forward, pointing accusingly at Solis.
"Who are you? How did you take down Akir so quickly?"
Solis straightened up, brushing dust off his sleeves, and smiled confidently.
"The name's Solis. And one day, I'll be the next Legendary Postknight."
The thug scoffed, crossing his arms.
"You? A Postknight? Don't make me laugh. Get out of here before you embarrass yourself further. Otherwise, you'll regret it."
He turned to his companions.
"Alright, boys, let's teach this little wannabe a lesson. Boss, sit tight and enjoy the show."
Solis smirked as he observed their movements.
"Perfect. Let's see if my training really pays off," he thought.
The fight began, but it wasn't what the thugs expected. Solis didn't rely on brute force. Instead, he used his agility and sharp mind to keep them off balance. When one thug lunged at him, Solis sidestepped gracefully, causing the attacker to stumble and collide with a table. Another tried to grab him, but Solis ducked low and slipped behind him, lightly tapping the thug's back as he fell forward.
Each move was calculated. Solis wasn't looking to hurt anyone—just to disarm and disorient them so they couldn't fight anymore.
Watching this, Yama, the leader, frowned.
"This kid is too quick. He's reading our moves. I'll have to slow him down," he thought.
As Solis dealt with the last thug, Yama suddenly darted forward, aiming for Solis's legs. Solis, caught off guard, stumbled back into a table. For a moment, the room fell silent.
But when the dust settled, Solis was back on his feet, holding the remains of his wooden training sword defensively in front of him.
"I knew you'd try to stop my movement, so I made sure to block just in time," Solis said with a calm tone.
Yama sneered, gesturing to the broken sword.
"That's your last line of defense, kid. Without that, you're done. Let's see what you've got now."
Solis smiled slightly, his mind racing. "If brute strength won't work, I'll have to be creative."
Before Yama could react, Solis dashed forward at full speed. His movements ware unpredictable- mid charge, he abruptly changed his direction, grabbing a wine bottle from nearby table. In one swift motion, he swung it hard over Yama's head the impact was deafening. Blood trickle down from Yama's temple as he staggered before collapsing unconscious.
The inn manager rushed forward, visibly relieved.
"Thank you, young man! You handled that so skillfully—without anyone getting seriously hurt!"
Solis raised a hand.
"No thanks necessary. Just call the KPP unit. They'll take care of the rest."
The KPP (Knights of Prism Police) unit, a specialized division of the Prism Kingdom Army, handles public safety and order. They are trained in conflict resolution, handling disputes, and ensuring that situations like these are resolved peacefully and efficiently.
In no time, a squad of KPP knights arrived to apprehend the thugs and take their statements. After completing formalities, they thanked Solis for his quick thinking and departed.
Solis and the carriage driver resumed their journey toward Mailie.
The driver broke the silence, his voice carrying admiration.
"I have to say, kid, you're something special. You handled that situation with skill and restraint. Not everyone could do that."
Solis glanced over, surprised by the praise.
"Really, sir? You think so?"
"Absolutely. It's not just about strength—what you showed today proves that quick thinking and technique can outmatch brute force."
Solis nodded, his thoughts drifting to his father.
"That's what my dad always says."
The driver tilted his head curiously.
"Your dad must be a wise man. What's his name?"
"Hector. He used to be a B-ranked Postknight."
The driver's eyes widened in recognition.
"Hector? The one who fought in the Battle of Caldemount? You've got a lot to be proud of, kid."
Solis smiled.
"I am. He's my role model. I'm going to make him proud by becoming a Postknight someday."
The driver nodded, his expression warm.
"I have no doubt you will, kid. I'll be rooting for you every step of the way."