CHAPTER 7 – A dream smeared with blood[Shikaku as always falls asleep after listening to the story tired from the day's activity][Shikaku's dream][Shikaku saw a black figure stretching its hand out to Shikaku]sa-[Shikaku could see the countless eyes of other figures piling upon the black figure pulling it deeper and deeper into the endless abyss][A black blood-like liquid flowing from the wounds of that figure]Day 17 as an inmate"Again, that dream not often I have the same dream twice, not often I even have dreams," I thought to myself I felt lacking as a person to not being able to have dreams"That dream had more detail than last time meh not like I care about it that much to actually give it some serious thought" These kinds of thoughts were my response to that dreamHow surprisingOne thing that came to my mind after listening to the Exiled King's tale was that I should know more about Kenji judging by his name he is from a different place than thisAnd I do not think I would be interested in any tale except the one about Kenji come to think of it I do not even remember his last nameI was the one to start up the conversation this time[With a casual tone and a smirk on his face]"Hey, Kenji, the Exiled King's tale was awesome but I'm not really in the mood for another Tale today the only thing I want to hear about is you""Everything about you from you're name to your dreams and all the stuff about you Kenji my dear friend from the very start just like you tell me those tales"[A saddened expression on his face with a heavy tone]"Me? I am not as interesting of a character as in those tales shikaku I am just a common guard you can find anywhere in a jail that is"[An excited look on his face indicating his interest in the topic of the conversation]"Still, that doesn't change the fact that I want to hear your story Kenji from the start to the current time, basically all of it"[Kenji took a deep breath]"Well, if you insist, I guess sure let me think about where to start because I can't and I don't want to start from somewhere like when I was born"[Kenji crossed his arms pondering for a while about this]My name is Kenji Kawamura I am not from around here I come from a river village my father is the head of that villageI as a child had a dream of becoming a writer, I read many stories, literature, history books anything I could find I read itAnd the one I was most interested in were novels I wanted to make one myself as a child everyone thought that once I grow upI will choose a noble occupation such as a soldier, a guard, or a warriorRather than becoming a writer who are not really respected by the society and do not get paid that well tooStraight up they live their lives being treated like shit by other peopleWriters make barely make enough to eat and they sometimes even must do multiple jobsYet despite knowing that I wanted to become a writer to follow my passion against all peopleFortunately, I had an elder brother so I did not have to worry about inheriting my father's chief title and I had free will to choose anything[A slight pause]At that time, our village was under the control of another nation and the nation got divided into 2 parts because of some circumstancesOf the nation and it became a confusing that which part controlled our village, both wanted our village because it was by a riverThat was a popular tourism spot, and it had many donations as well so because it was unclear one of the parts of that nationHired mercenaries illegally to control the village and all the funds, riches, goods and all the other stuffThe mercenaries quickly took control of our village and started demanding unfair taxes and they did not even let us call for reinforcementsFrom any of the two parts it did not take them much time to start doing more stuff than asked for their 'fun'There were 6 strong men they started going around the village even after they collected taxes by threatening the village's safety[Kenji's tone became hard, and he had an angry expression on his face expressing his hatred this was the very first time shikaku saw that look on Kenji's face]After 7 days of this roaming around for no reason, they abducted a married woman from her home and fucking raped her and killed her after rapingLike she was like a fucking toy for them, then they threw the body from where they took it then her husband, my fatherWent to those monsters of people to get himself fucking killed my elder brother who was 17 at the time sided with the killersOf his parents I went into hiding for 2 days this was too much for a 13-year-old boy but even so one night i decided to go for revengeWith one knife in my hand i first killed my very own elder brother that i had admired so much i killed himThe other mercenaries woke up from the noise that my elder brother made I was unable to think anythingI jumped at him and stabbed the mercenaries' eyes out then stabbed his arms and head he was dead quicklyI grabbed his weapon and slit open the other mercenary's stomach i used his body as shield for the other two mercenary's attackI pushed his body and then used my left hand to grab the dead body's weapon then slit their brains open with both my handsThe last two mercenaries were magic user's they were horrified by seeing a 13-year-old boy take out some of the strongest mercenariesSo they used a quick spell of wind blade on me half of my chest was cut but despite the blood flowing rapidlyI attacked their legs then their arms then they were begging and crying to me for help then i took their headsIt was morning by the time this was finished i somehow was still alive even after getting hit by 2 wind blade attacks the villagers saw the dead bodiesJust laying besides me but i was resting my head upon that tree and then they noticed the blood flowing and finally helped meHealed my wounds with medicine and they asked for help to the other part of the nation then when it was investigatedIt concluded that the mercenaries were indeed the work of the other part and i could no longer be the chief of the villageDespite the charges against me of killing 7 people they did not put me in jail and instead took the right to become the next chief away from meThen I because i had now killed someone could not become a writer because of my favorite author's quote"A murderer forfeits their right to pen the stories of human lives"Due to that quote from my favorite author, I decided to become a guard rather than a soldier because I did not want to kill anymoreI wanted to live a life away from killing so I applied for a guard and here we are"--The End----To be continued--