For a moment, he stood there motionless.
Then reality hit him, and he started running.
"What happened? Maybe there are survivors!" he thought as he ran through the burning rubble.
His injuries didn’t matter. He ignored the pain.
The only thing that mattered at that moment was the safety of the villagers and his family.
He came to a halt in the marketplace.
He sank to his knees.
In front of the burning house of the village chief lay a large, flaming pile of bodies.
At the entrance of the hut, the old man was impaled on a stake.
What was left of them was unrecognizable. He couldn’t identify his family or anyone else.
Suddenly, he heard footsteps behind him.
A stranger!
He was wearing a bright red uniform and carried a blood-stained spear.
"Hmm? Did we miss someone?" he said, approaching Kawao with his spear raised.
As he struck, Kawao dodged and rammed the broken spear into the stranger's neck.
The man collapsed, choking and coughing.
Shortly after, more people emerged from the smoke and flames. They all wore the same uniform.
Furious, Kawao stood up, holding the broken spear tightly.
"What have you done?"
"A survivor? He’s armed! Let’s kill him!"
They attacked him.
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Instinctively, he dodged their spears and struck them down one by one. Gradually, they fell to the ground.
But eventually, they overpowered him and pinned him down.
They kicked the spear out of his hand and dragged him away.
"Are they going to throw me onto the pile with the others?" he wondered.
Desperately, he tried to break free, but it was futile.
Suddenly, they stopped. He looked up.
They were at the beach.
On the shore lay a dark red ship bristling with cannons.
But he didn’t focus on that; instead, he looked at the man standing before him. He was a fat man who barely fit into his uniform. He wore heavy black gloves that looked too heavy for him.
"Who is this?" the man asked his soldiers in an annoyed tone.
"We found him in the village. Apparently, he had been hiding!"
"Hiding, huh? I thought you told me you had killed everyone! Did you lie to me? Did you betray your country for nothing?"
"N-No, sir! I’m sorry. We must not have searched thoroughly enough!"
"Hmm. Yes, you didn’t! And now look what happened because of it. This piece of trash here killed ten of our men! And all because YOU didn’t search thoroughly enough for survivors! I will make you pay for your betrayal later!"
"Y-Yes, sir!"
The man now looked down at Kawao.
"And you, I will send you to join the rest of your people!" he said, holding the glove in front of Kawao’s face.
The soldiers held him down with their spears.
Suddenly, a fireball shot out of the man’s palm, just moments away from reducing Kawao to ashes.
,Fight!´
Suddenly, a white flash struck Kawao, and the next moment, he stood several meters in front of the fat man who had just tried to kill him.
In the spot where he had been kneeling, there was now a small crater.
"What? How did I do that? What is this feeling? It’s like I’ve become much stronger."
The fat man looked at him in surprise, but quickly regained his composure.
"Hey, you didn’t tell me this guy could use Nyd."
"We... We didn’t know either!"
"Oh, really? Go back to the ship! I will deal with him personally! I will deal with you later for your mistakes!"
"Y-Yes, sir!"
The soldiers ran quickly to the shore, where some small boats lay, to get back to their ship.
The man turned back to Kawao.
"I’m surprised that someone out here can use Nyd. That also explains how you were able to overpower my men. It would be better if I took you seriously and finished you off here and now!" he said.
Once again, he aimed his gloves at him and fired several fireballs.
But now Kawao could easily dodge them. It felt like the projectiles were coming at him in slow motion.
Suddenly, he saw an opportunity.
Kawao ran at him and punched him with all his might in his fat belly.
The punch caused a small shockwave, and his opponent was hurled against his own ship, which exploded and collapsed shortly after. His men, who were back on the ship, died with him.
Completely out of breath, Kawao looked at what he had done, but it left him feeling cold.
Slowly, he walked back to the burning pile of bodies and sank to his knees before it.
Shortly after, he began to cry.
And he didn’t stop until the fire died down.