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The Noble Swordsmen
Chapter 1: Flashback
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"Father! Father!" A young boy, with moss colored green hair, called out.
"Not now, boy! Can't you tell I'm busy?" A older man spoke, as his pen scratched furiously on the expensive parchment.
He appeared to be of noble class, judging from his expensive and fancy attire, as well as decor. He sported the same pale green hair as the boy, along with fair skin, that suggested he hadn't been out in a while. He sneered when the child didn't go away.
"But, father! Father, I-"
"Address me as 'sir', boy." The man interrupted.
"Y-yes, father-er-I mean, sir."
"Hmpth."
"..."
"..."
"S-sir..."
The man sighed. "What is it, boy?"
"S-sir! I have a dream!"
"Everyone has dreams, boy - that's nothing special."
"Not that kind of dream! A dream!"
He made a look of disgust. "And what, pray tell, is that."
"Mother told me about it! It is something that you will do anything to achieve, even if you die trying!"
"Hmth! That's pathetic! Who would try so hard for something so stupid, even going as for as to DIE for it! And you said your mother told you this?"
"Y-yes, sir..."
"I'll have to have a talk with her... So, what if your dream, now that you've gone so far to disturb me? To be a great noble, I suppose. And to become rich."
"No, sir! What I want is to become a swordsmen! That greatest in the world!"
The sneer was replaced with a look of rage and fury. "What? How dare you dishonor this household with such rubbish talk as that! You will never become a swordsmen, NEVER!"
"B-bu-"
SMACK
The boy held his cheek, where a red mark had appeared. He did not cry, as normal boys his age would do, because he knew, from experience, his father reacted badly to crying. Saw it as a sign of weakness, even in a boy of his age.
"Y...Yes, father..."
The boy's father grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, and held him up, close to his face.
"I told you to call me 'sir'! How dare you be so informal to your own father!" He pulled back his fist, and was just about to strike the boy, when a woman with tanned skin, and beautiful flowing and shimmering rainbow hair, entered the room.
"Reyleón!"
The man turned to face the woman before him.
"Iris...what have you been teaching our boy... This little brat was just going on about how he wanted to be a swordsmen..."
Her eyes widened in fear. "Kit..." *
"Kit?" Reyleón mocked. "That's exactly what I'm talking about. You must stop babying the boy!" As he said this, he threw the boy into the floor.
"Kit!" she screamed.
"Irritating woman!" Reyleón shouted, as he grabbed her by her hair.
"No!" she shrieked.
"Shut up, annoying crow! This is exactly why I can't stand you!"
Zorro watched on in fear as his father beat his mother, helpless to do anything. When his father had thrown him onto the floor, he had shattered his wrist and injured his left shoulder, and was on the verge of blacking out.
Just before he lost conciousness, he remembered seeing his mother, tears in her eyes, as she reached out to him, covered in wounds with his father on the floor behind to her, unconscious and bleeding heavily from a wound on his skull.
[ TIMESKIP ]
When he came to, it was to his mother hurridly putting some stuff on a black bandanna, which she hurridly tyed to the end of some metal rod or stick. He recognised the bandanna as the same one she normally wore in her hair, with the Ryūnoya crest on the underside. It was tyed to the rod in a way that the crest was on the inside, and was not showing.
As soon as she realised he was concious, she hurridly handed him the rod with the bandanna, and urged him to stand. His mind was still fuzzy, so he did not really think as she led him through the halls of the mansion, and to the small hidden exit, reserved for the servants - the slaves didn't leave without their owner, so they shared the main entrences.
His mind didn't come into focus, until he was already outside, as his mother was ushering him out of the small doorway.
"Zorro", she said, "please remember my words... Dreams, they are precious things. If you have one, then you must do whatever it takes to reach that dream, or die trying. No matter what, you must never give up on a dream..."
And with that, she pushed him one last time, before closing the door on herself.
That was the last time he ever saw his mother...
[ FLASHBACK / CHAPTER 1: END ]
A/N: *A kit is basically a baby fox.
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