Fake Princess
CclxxIII Chapter
The middle-aged man walked to the side followed by two large men carrying a white cloth. The three of them walked into the hole in the wall of the field.
A strong trumpet sound rang out in the ears. The line of men ran in droves approaching the pile of weapons in the middle of the field. Some of the men fell to the side because of the distance between them.
Some men grabbed swords, spears or even axes lying in the middle of the field. Each of them instantly attacked the few people who were running behind them.
Blood splashed into the air endlessly followed by the sound of increasingly powerful cheers from the spectator bench. Those on the ground attacked each other...
Some stuck their swords into the eyes of their opponents. Someone smashed his opponent's head with an axe he held. And in fact, a man fell to his knees with an arrow stuck firmly on his back.
I took a strong bite of my thumb, I gave both my eyes a glance to the right and to the left through the crowd. I didn't find Haruki, where is he?!
"Fuck Haruki, where is he?" Izumi said back with one hand firmly grasping the pants she was wearing.
One by one the men fell to the ground, the blood did not stop soaking the air around them. The ground they pitched, filled with a red color followed by a characteristic smell of rancid from the blood.
I close my nose, but... We chose a seat away from the field of battle. But still, the wind that blew carried the scent of blood that pierced the nose.
The sound of laughter and cheers was increasingly boisterous, the clapping of hands that many people took turns increasingly making my hair goosebumps.
The boisterous cries of the audience grew deafening as a large, white man with black hair walked over with a large axe in his hand, the man was only wearing a piece of brown cloth that only covered his lower body.
His tall body seemed to stand out compared to the others. The man swung the large axe he held to the right and to the left. Sparks of blood as the ax floated obscured his face to be seen...
Some of the men who tried to attack him even ended horribly with part of their head that almost slipped from the neck. The man shouted loudly which was greeted by the cries of the audience who were not less boisterous.
"Sa-Sachi," a faint cry from Cia sounded in the crowd, I thrust my head at her as I felt a slow pull on the sleeves of the clothes I was wearing.
"What's Cia? Your face is pale, "I wipe his tears occasionally I pat his head as his reddened eyes stare at me.
"Looks like he's scared, let me take Uki. You better hold me and calm him down," said Izumi also looking back at me.
Both of my hands moved to lift Haruki's bag that had Uki in it from my shoulder. Leave the bag to Izumi as I reach for Cia as Izumi's palm grabs the bag from me.
"Everything's fine, there's nothing to be afraid of" I said patting her head gently as her body turned to hug me firmly as I held her.
I remember when Izumi closed my eyes when Haruki executed the Duke and his Knights in Paloma first.
"What's wrong? Do you need anything? Why were you staring at me?" Said Izumi who replied to my glance at him.
"It's okay. I was just looking for Haru nii-chan's whereabouts," I said taking my eyes off her.
"I'm still looking for him. Actually, where is he?" Tukas Izumi turned his gaze around again.
The big man again stepped his feet by dragging the axe he was carrying. The axe crept up from the body of the corpse that the man had stepped on earlier and then fell back to the ground and so on.
"I'm the winner, there are no more opponents left!" Shouted the man as both hands raised the height of the axe he was carrying.
"I still can't confirm your victory, try to look around you first!" Revealing the middle-aged man with a wooden funnel near his mouth, he stood staring at the large man from one of the spectator benches.
"Do you still want to fight me! Go ahead, who wants to die next!" The man shouted that his axe was turning to look at some men who were moving to avoid with many wounds on their bodies.
"Is the winner decided!" Shouts the voice of a man, a voice that I am familiar with.
Haruki walked out from one of the holes in the wall. His face looked straight ahead as his hand grabbed and pulled a spear that was stuck in the body of a male corpse as he walked closer and closer to the large man.
"Who are you?!" Shouted the big man with the axe he held towards Haruki.
"Me, one of the fighters. Didn't you see? I just came out of that door," Haruki said turning as he pointed towards the hole he had come out earlier using the spear he was carrying.
"Don't joke!"
"I'm not kidding. My name is Savon, isn't there Savon's name on the list of names you carry, sir?!" Tukas Haruki with a high tone, shifted his gaze to look at the middle-aged man.
The man turned to look at a man standing next to him. The man unrolled the paper he held, his eyes longed toward the paper roll.
"He's one of the fighters!" Said the middle-aged man as the man who was grasping the paper scroll earlier nodded at him.
Whispering rang out again, Haruki was still standing as if nothing had happened. A coward! Are you trying to hide from before! Why is he showing his face! Like that, the words that occasionally came out filled the place now.
"Old Man, he didn't take part in the fight before. How could he follow this fight!"
"You're the..."
"Are there any written rules or did you mention that all fighters should follow this fight?" Haruki's words with a high tone cut through the middle-aged man's words.
"Nothing is it? You only mentioned if we were allowed to kill each other or make the living slaves. I'm right, aren't I?" Haruki said again, he walked up to the big man earlier by lifting the spear he carried onto his shoulder.
"So, if I've been hiding all this time and just come out to beat this guy, there's no rule that I'm breaking right?" Haruki said back, the middle-aged man lowered his head followed by a silent voice around.
"Don't joke!"
"We fought until we were so badly wounded, and you..."
"Are you shameless!" Shouted the men who were sitting leaning against the wooden wall of the field, some of them seemed to be grasping firmly the wounds that were on their bodies.
"You are too stupid! Don't take your stupidity out on someone, because it's disgusting!"
"And for you, go ahead! I will end this as soon as possible" Haruki said again, pointing the spear he was holding towards the big man.