"Aaah!!!" One of the boys let out a blood-curdling scream as he was thrown at a close distance, the rest of the boys were lying on the ground here and there while crying in pain. Idris with a wide open mouth watched everything and he couldn't help but clap his hands.Thankfully, nobody saw him. What a wonderful fight it was! The old man tossed the stick on the road side then sparing a murderous gaze at them when he was walking away, the very boys who wanted to beat him made ways for him while still sobbing in pain. Some of them had their clothes torn, while some of them looked like they soaked in mud. They all were now crying for help and saying sorry that they should have never mess with the man. "Sir, please wait for me." Without wasting anymore time, Idris also followed after him. But tree by trees passed, the man never even looked at him as if he had no idea that he was being followed. After walking for a while Idris took a rest under a big tree and struggling to breathe, he c
"Aah-achooo! Achooo!" Another two days has passed faster than expected. Idris had been working day and night for the old man but so far, he didn't even invited him to come inside the house.Idris went home then came back to work in his house, the old man gave him food to eat but then again, he told him clearly that he wouldn't teach Idris anything.Seeing the old man coming out of the house, Idris ran to him. "Sir, see I've cleaned the yard very nearly. Now, will you teach me swordmanship?"The old man scanned the yard then crossing his hands over his chest he asserted proudly, "Swordmanship? Huh! I will never teach you swordmanship."With that as he was walking away, suddenly Idris sat on the ground while letting go of the broom in his hand and the old man stopped on his way."I am not a spoiled brat, I have my mother and a sister. I was born weak and ugly, everyone likes to bully me and hurt me as if I'm not a human being so I want to learn swordmanship. Why can't I want to learn th
"Mika."Working in the paddy field, Mika was soaked in mud and water when suddenly Idris's voice came from her behind. Turning around as she saw him, a bright smile appeared on her face and she called his name excitedly, "Idris."Mika lived alone in the village since she had nobody, after she became friends with Idris she was very happy to see him again. Idris didn't tell Mika who exactly he was, he just told her his name and that was all."Why are you here?""I came to see you.""See me?""Yes, I have something to tell you.""Me?" In utter confusion, Mika stared at him when Idris nodded his head in assurance. That crooked smile on his face didn't give a good feeling, what was he planning on doing?• • •"Ohh, ok." Both Reiki and Adam nodded their head in unison until suddenly they both figured out that Idris actually said something else and they understood it as something else.As Idris was about to leave, both of them stood in front of him, "No, you cannot do that."Sparing a quick
"Aahhh!" Exhausted like a pig, Idris lied on the ground while the sword was in his hand. After trying for a week, he managed to hold the sword though he still struggled to keep holding it for long.The sword was not too big for his size yet it felt too big to him."Get up.""Master, I am so tired. Let me take rest for a minute, please." He cried out.Luke looked at him with gentle eyes and Idris thought he would be spared but then, suddenly Luke hit him on his butt and Idris quickly stood up. "I'm sorry, I will go run again.""If you stop one more time, you will have to take 100 laps."Idris heard him while running, unlike he imagined Luka was much more strict. Not until Idris would be nearly dead, he wouldn't let him take rest."Run, run. Run faster." Luke voiced and Idris started running faster than before. His life in the new village was not any better but could be said as worst. • Seven hours later • "I... I will... Will do it." Standing on his one leg, Idris had his eyes focuse
Holding onto the sword firmly, Idris slowly walked towards the direction the sound came from earlier. "Someone, save me please!!!" The same voice echoed in the surroundings.Idris paused for a moment, watching the surrounding then as he proceeded to attack, he was surprised. Seeing nobody around him, he got puzzled."I heard the voice coming from here, who was it?" When he was in a daze, suddenly someone held a knife on his neck from behind and in a serious tone of voice the person let out, "Put down your weapon or you will be dead."Idris moved a little and the knife moved close to his neck, "Don't play smart if you don't want to die." Trying to see who it was, as Idris couldn't see it he slowly put his sword down."Now, hand me the bracelet you are wearing."Idris extended his hand toward the person and voiced, "You can take it by yourself, I don't need it anyway."The person took a look at his bracelet and moved closer to him, clear nervousness in his eyes. "Do not try to play tri
"And, today's winner is participat no. 184. Congratulations to him!" As soon as the announcement was made, Izak hugged him. He jumped in the air and voiced happily, "Iddy, you have won the match. I knew it, nobody is more suitable other than you. You are the most skilled in swordmanship here, who can win if not you?""Thank you, you were good as well.""Thank you, my buddy. Ooh, sorry. From now on, I should call you Sir Idris." Izak voiced so in a teasing manner and Idris chuckled. So many people kept congratulating him and all when the group of boys who insulted them before the match started were looking at him bitterly."It's getting late, let's go." Izak voiced and Idris followed after him.As they crossed the first gate, Izak moved close to him and added, "Buddy, those brats are following us."Taking a quick peek at them, Idris grabbed onto his sword then he gestured at his friends. Izak could understand what did he mean, and he paced up.With them hurriedly walking, the group of
"It's been three years since the last time I visited home. The roads, the trees feels so unfamiliar to me. I wonder if I'm going to the right path." Taking a look around him, Idris uttered so in a low voice of tone. After Mr. Armharth had let him leave, Idris headed for the palace but after walking for more than an hour, he was now a little worried since he couldn't recognise the roads. Unfortunately, he had nothing with him except for his sword, some foods and water. In these three years, Idris had worked hard, he had practiced day and night just to become the best and rise to the top. In the process, he got hurt many times but never did he ever give up. By time, he eventually learnt all the skills and he finally won in the swordsmanship tournament that was held in the town. Though he couldn't use his real identity, but he promised himself that one day, he would win big tournaments and people would know who he was in real. Stopping in the middle of the road, he looked at the four-w
"Tuer. Sucer. Sang." Licking it's hand, the monster smiled at Idris who was lying like a dead body on the ground. He picked a big tree this time, unlike awhile ago his small fingers looked bigger. The monster looked so strong as if it could easily hold the earth on it's palm. Uprooting it from the ground the monster threw it away. The surroundings looked much more scary than before, not even a mosquito made a sound. It felt too quiet, the beautiful looking forest turned into a total mess. In no time, the monster ruined everything, it didn't even leave the living creatures on the tree alive as he killed them without showing any mercy. Standing in front of Idris's body that was covered in blood while he barely breathed, the monster looked at him hatefully, "Mauvais garçon." He voiced it again and this time more angrily.'I will not die... I. Just. Won't.' Trying his all to stand up, Idris slowly moved towards the sword without the monster noticing him. He coughed out blood and to not