I'll walk my own path, to hell with what they say! Chapter One, a manhua/chinese comics/漫画 fanfic

I'll walk my own path, to hell with what they say!

走自己的路,让它见鬼去吧！

Zǒu zìjǐ de lù, ràng tā jiànguǐ qù ba!

Summary:

After reviving Leaf during the rescue of Princess Alice, Grisia loses not only his sight but his memories too. 'So I'll walk my own path, to hell with what they say! 走自己的路,让它见鬼去吧!' [OOC!L-level(so-really-really-fudging)Smart!Grisia] [Divergent during Volume three/author has only read to Volume three] [Presumes Grisia was 14 in the Sun Knight trials] [Polls/Votes for genderbender!Grisia and pairings]

Notes/Poll:

So the polls from the previous chapter here as a reminder,

1. Should I do a genderbender on Grisia?

2. a) Should I do a pairing?

b) If I do a pairing, what should it be?

You can chose from any dude/male characters for Grisia or any character (male or female) for fem!Grisia, no majorly inappropriate age gaps unless you have a really fudging convincing arguement - I'm really sorry if that offends anyone but I have my preferences in writing and I really don't feel like I could pull off some things. (p.s if you want to know my prefrenece, I was gonna do [Mike\Grisia] -just thought I'd say that because I don't think many people even thought of it)

Chapter One

"Who are you?" Sun says with bluntness unbefitting of the Sun Knight.

My brain froze.

"Sun, it's me, Leaf." I stared in utter shock and remorse at Sun. "Do... Do you not remember me?"

Because I was so careless, I had died at that Dark Knight's hand. I, an archer who stood in the back row, protected by Mike, Ann and Austin, had been struck down.

Truly, that was an undeniable show of carelessness.

And my death not only selfishly incurred the worry of the group and delayed their quest, but also forced Sun to resurrect me, sacrificing his sight and memories for me and my inexcusable inattentiveness.

The worse part of it however, is how I am secretly glad Sun resurrected me.

Like any other person, I fear death and I fear dying young, at an age where I have only lived near to a quarter of my entire lifespan. But really, in a profession like mine, can I really have such selfish wishes when I have already completed my life's dream while other knights die namelessly with theirs shattered and lost, forever beyond the reach of their cold, dead hands?

I hardly noticed my body tense and shake, or the ragged tremors wracking my breaths.

I hardly noticed Sun speak either, his voice sounding a million miles away.

I must of remained silent in my haze for a while since it was the movement of Sun's hand over my face that brought me from the morbid and erratic thoughts at the forefront of my mind.

"You have a low amount of baby fat, meaning that you are either some type of heavy lifting manual labour worker, a fighter or simply someone with good genes or a preference for dieting." he murmurs, the smooth skin of his fingers brushing over my cheeks. Seeing as though Sun can no longer see, I let him touch my face in this strange, slightly intimate way. It was not like he could remember me through sight after all.

The touch is almost comforting in a way. It asserts the fact that Sun is still with us and it was not his life that he had paid for me.

"However the healthy feel of your skin rules out dieting." I fight the urge to fidget as the fingers move from my left cheek, over my nose to the right, leaving a ticklish trail over my skin.

Is he trying to figure out who I am from the feel of my face? Would that even be possible for someone with sight to do that? Wasn't it impossible for someone to look at another's face and unearth any sort of meaningful facts on that person? After all, a beautiful and graceful body did not always equate to a beautiful and graceful personality -Sun of all people should know this.

I immediately felt guilty for such an uncharitable thought towards my brother -one who had sacrificed his sight and memories for me.

"There are a few faint scars on your face which point to fighter as the mostly likely conclusion at a 72.9% possibility." He lingers on a spot near my jawbone, just under my ear. "From the thin shape of the scars, I can tell that they were made by small daggers and knives, and given how jagged the edges are, I'd say there's a 61.5% chance that the throwers were unskilled or self taught rouges."

I stand corrected.

From just the feel of the scars he was able to figure out what type of person had created them.

"And I say throwers as the angle of the scars can only be created from a thrown object -the swing of the dagger would be awkward and executing that in a fast paced battle has only a 3.2% chance."

The Sun Knight is truly a terrifying person, one with the intellect to calculate the percentage of a outcome. With an ability like that he could probably expose the deepest most darkest and hidden secret of a person with just a glance... Or touch as it is now...

But now that I think about it, could this mean that before he lost his memories, Sun had know all this time about the rogue. If he could work it out without any memories surely he would be able to have figured it out all those years ago, especially with his sight.

That was not a pleasant thought since the rogue, Sho (or was it Shu?), was a type of person that I could not feel sympathy for, try as I might. His actions were truly nauseating. It was just a bout of bad luck on my part that the man was about during my patrol.

It hadn't been a particularly large incident so it was possible Sun did not know or bother to look so deep into it.

The thought relaxes me somewhat for if he truly did know, then it would be impossible to tell whether he knew other such details and secrets and kept hidden from us.

"By the sharp downwards stroke of the scar on your cheek, I can infer that the thrower had to be a long distance from you with a tall object shielding you from a direct hit."

That had been true. My vice captain and the rest of my platoon had moved in front of me as soon as the first dagger came flying down.

The hand now moves from the scar to my shoulder.

"Then there's your clothes -I feel that you have a leather strap over your shoulder, something to hold your weapon in, confirming that you are indeed a fighter. The smooth silken feel of your clothes reveal that they are of high quality despite the week old odor of sweat and fresh iron tang of blood and the small, almost unnoticeable, stitched up patches." Well, it was not like I had much money left over after buying all my spices.

"The embroidery suggest that they are more aesthetic then protective, but they are plain enough that it doesn't seem overly extravagant in the way that a noble's would be."

There was a pause as Sun withdrew his hand from me.

"Do you know what that all tells me about you, stranger?" I opened my mouth but he gave me no room to answer. "It tells me you are firstly; an archer -for what type of fighter could not be directly hit, afford to wear lightweight 'armour' and require the use of some sort of back holster, a quiver. Secondly; you most likely work on the side of the law as the unskilled rogues that drew your scars would hardly target an archer of an adventurer's squad when they can target traveling civilians and merchants. And finally; you are a non-noble, or non-recognisd noble, public figure -there can be no other reason for why you have such high quality clothes that you do not care to look after or replace, ruling out vanity or nobility as the reason."

Yes, the Sun Knight is truly and utterly terrifying to gather such an accurate picture from just one touch.

But no matter how terrifying he may be with an intellect more vicious then a shark's, I have still wronged him in an unforgivable way.

For those of you that don't check the top notes-

Notes/Poll:

So the polls from the previous chapter here as a reminder,

1. Should I do a genderbender on Grisia?

2. a) Should I do a pairing?

b) If I do a pairing, what should it be?