Four Eyes Swordsman

#1. The Unexpected Meeting

Sharp Eye gaze, unsheathing sword. Blue Eye. Pale Skin. The red face was covered in blood. Keep slashing the opponent in front of him.

In an instant he was far away from me. Every step the bodies fell. Maybe someone else would be scared if they saw it. He is like an angel of death in battle. But in my eyes he looks sad. Suffered. Fearful.

Uh... I flew. Roll round. No, I'm rolling. My head's rolling.

When I realized my eyes had been cut off after seeing my own body. Standing without a head. Then it falls slowly. My eyes slowly became dark. The girl was still swinging her sword. "Ah... It's finally." Darkened. Silent.

"Hey" a pat on the back made me realize. The figure that patted me stood beside me. Smiled at. I looked back smiling.

"What's wrong with you, not as usual" Pulls hard on my shoulder. I was surprised.

"No, nothing. My head just feels a little dizzy." Taking her hand off my shoulder. My mind is still moving.

What was that just now. Dreamlike. Yes, I was dreaming too. But that flash felt very real. Is this a sign.

"What's wrong? Koq just kept quiet?" The man beside me asked.

"There's nothing koq, you take it easy" Oya, I forgot to introduce her Dani one of the acquaintances at my new school.

"Hm... All right then. See you in class." While patting my back. She passed.

I let out a breath. Continue the steps to class.

At first glance I saw the figure in my dream passing in front of me. As if everything was slowing down.

Fascinated by her beauty, graceful gait. Cross paths with me.

Turn around, look over. His figure has disappeared. Who her? I wish we could meet again. Hopefully in the near future.

Turn back to class.

***

The class bell rings. I stretched my body. Ah... What an exhausting day.

Fortunately, I would have done PR today if not. I looked towards the class. Looking over Dani's door and some people are working on some sheets as punishment. I don't think they're going home soon.

"Yosi's coming home! or you'll be just as lucky as they are." Said Indra the math teacher who was punishing Deni.

"Ah, not ma'am. I'll go home first, ma'am." Soon I left class. Go home. Arrive in front of the school gate.

The weather this afternoon was pretty clear. This is my fastest home record. Yeah, you know me and Dani always come home late.

That's because we always forget to do PR. But this time it was different. Yep. I'm working on PR. One more step towards Exemplary Students.

Distance between home and school lumanyan far. However, since I went home earlier than usual I don't think there's a bit wrong relaxing. So I pedaled the bike slowly. While enjoying the wind blow.

In the middle of the journey I stopped by a stall on the roadside. Buy bread and a bottle of tea.

Shortly before I received my order. I was in the middle of the grass.

Dark, some time my eyes adapt and I can see a little more clearly.

My footrest feels muddy. I checked. I saw not the soil muddled by the water, but fresh blood that was not yet dried.

A moment later I realized bodies were strewn everywhere.

"aaa... No. gabe. Retrogressive. Stop over. Don't chase me!!!" Shouts. Search for sound sources. Gets left-right.

From the front the source of the sound approached. A man in medieval warrior-like clothes. The armour of the headless chain ran towards me. Sometimes looking back.

It seems he was being chased by something.

"Hey, you! Quick run! She's da..." The sentence has not been finished yet. His body fell to the ground. Head flew. Falling down on my feet.

Without knowing someone behind me. A dark shadow knocked over the silhouette of someone holding a sword. Ready decapitating. Frozen with fear.Did not dare to look. Dukes. A loud bang hit my neck. Everything's dark. Silent. "Bruck." Falling on the ground wet with blood.

***

Sun inched. The light hit my face. Warm, open my eyes a little. A cloud of dust from ignorance. The silhouette of an equestrian troop or perhaps a caravan troupe. I don't give a shit.

I could no longer maintain consciousness. There was a rumbling sound of their arrival, the longer it got louder. Getting Closer. Then I didn't realize it anymore.

"Tests. Tests. The test". Water was dripping down my face. Waking up in a dark, damp, smelly room. In front of me iron bars.

I can't move my hand. Boxed. Weight. An iron rod.

My hands are shackled with an iron box. In a sitting position leaning against the wall of my neck was an iron necklace with chains embedded in the wall.

My feet are straight ahead. I can just stand and sit. Moving forward is also limited.

I don't understand this situation. Looks like I got arrested. Looking towards the side. To the left of my cell are some pretty interesting prisoners.

Some I recognize as Half Wolf Man, Half Fox, Ordinary Human, and some others I cannot confirm.

I Raised my hand to say hello. They look scared. I don't know why.

After I noticed I was alone in this cell. To the right is a stone wall. In front of thick iron bars.

A little light here. Only the prison hallway had lighting.

I feel tired and hungry. My body's limp. Dropped. "Dap, dap, dap." The footsteps from the hall were getting closer.

There was also a sound of squealing. Soon several guards were armed with swords, and a revolver (as I saw it) was escorting someone with a trolley. Feed the prisoners next door.

After feeding the prisoners in the next cell. They come. Stop in front of my cell.

Finally something to eat. The one who appeared to be the leader of the group seemed to be pressing something on my cell wall. The iron beam is pulled by the chain upwards.

Keep pulling until I stand with my hands up. It turns out that in the middle of the iron beam there is a chain connected to a hole in the upper wall.

I was unconscious. Probably because they are too weak and hungry. Now I can't move. Only my feet are not chained.

They entered my cell. The leader of the entourage seems to have a high position here.

I'm resigned, this is the only way to survive. I have prepared mentally.

In my shadow he would beat me or stab me and so on. If in the present situation it is not impossible. I wait, there's no attack.

I raise my head. Looking at him, our distance is approximately 2 meters. As if keeping your distance. He's observing me.

Just moving one of my legs makes them alert. He writes or draws. Scribbles of the board in his hand.

While occasionally looking at me even though he immediately turned his eyes when our eyes met.

When they are done, they come out. Without giving me food. One of them pressed against my cell wall again.

Instantly the chains connected to the iron beam in my hand were loose. Fall down. Almost the iron beam hit my head.

"Bruk" my ass hit the ground.

"Buk" The iron beam fell in front of my crotch.

So hurt. I hope my back and butt don't have any problems. Hungry stomach.

Being a prisoner is like this. Mused. Baffled. A while ago I was just a high school student on my way home from school. Now a prisoner with nothing to know. I hope they feed me tomorrow.