Brave Frontier: Forged Flames
Vargas sighed as he walked along the dirty brown path leading through the forest.
It has already been a week since Mifune and he parted ways, the mysterious samurai taught Vargas some lessons, he was also able to come to terms with his once called pathetic loss.
He also grew stronger, his reddish-orange hair started to burn brighter, his armor did not receive much upgrade other than the change in looks to avoid restriction on his movements.
His sword now covered in flames and his cape's end then started to change colors.
He continued walking. Seemingly finding a short amount of peace.
He then met a Polevik, its green leaves swaying past its head, Vargas then just sighed again and slashed his sword on the creature.
'Why am I still here?' the famed 'Burning Vargas' asked himself.
He then looked at the various creatures around him.
'2 Poleviks and 5 Mandragoras, looks like this will be a quick work.' Vargas exclaimed inside his mind.
3 Minutes Later
Vargas then let out an exasperated sigh as he looked at the scorched clearing.
These creatures barely held any challenge to him. He barely had any effort to exert in defeating them.
As he walked through clearings, he came across a man.
This man is wearing white tank-top and black pants with yellow flame patterns on it.
'He seems to be busy at something,' Vargas noted.
He decided to go to his direction, curiosity getting the better of him, decided to walk near him.
The man not failing to realize that someone is intruding him, immediately turned around with his club ready.
The man not wasting time, immediately moved in for the kill, ready to smash his reddish club on the intruder's face.
"Whoa, Whoa! Hold that club there." The intruding fencer panicked, not wanting to be smashed on the head by the heavy-looking club.
"Vargas?" The man recognizing the young swordsman asked for confirmation.
Vargas looked at the man closer, it took him seconds before it finally sunk on his head.
"Galant?" Vargas managed to choke out.
Galant then smashed his club on Vargas, but the swordsman managed to block the club with his sword.
They then released their grip on their own weapon and high-fived each other.
5 Minutes Later
"How's being a blacksmith?"
"Pretty sweet if you would ask me, seeing a lot of those different weapon, the joy of making your own, and other such things." Galant replied to his friend's question.
"Oh, can you make me a weapon?" the young man asked Galant.
"Sure, but it would take some time." He said in a matter-of-fact tone.
"That makes me wonder, why are you here?" Galant then asked.
"Training."
"Should have known."
"Why are you training? It's seemingly pointless to train now." Galant questioned his friend.
"I just want to become stronger, I don't want to rely on anyone!"
Galant looked at his friend. He then sighed and rose up.
"Ok then, I'll train with you!" He said.
"What? Aren't you busy with all this smithing stuff?" Vargas questioned his friend.
"I don't have a lot of requests now. Besides, I know some training spots you would love." Galant explained.
"Ok then. Lead the way!" Vargas joyfully shouted as they ran.
*3 Days Later*
"Man, those Orcs and Ogres really can use their clubs." Vargas remarked as he winced at a sore spot he touched on his back.
"Didn't expect them to get strong fast." Galant explained and winced on his own injuries.
"Why would you teach them to smith anyways?"
*BOOM!*
The two were interrupted by an explosion that was merely meters away from the foot of the volcano they are in. Smoke rose from where the explosion happened.
They looked at each other and decided to go to where the explosion happened.
It only took minutes to reach the site.
They were shocked to see a man standing where the explosion happened.
"You okay?" Vargas asked the man, worried the explosion had hurt him.
The man did not answer.
The blacksmith and fencer duo then decided to go to where the man is.
"Gwahahahaha!"
The man then insanely laughed as the smoke covering him then cleared.
"Humans shall be destroyed!" the man said.
He has orange hair, horn-like black helmet and armor with gold imprints, red flaming fire that took on the form of swords and a red sword coated on crimson fire on his right hand. His red pupils paired with a black sclera.
"What are you?" Vargas questioned as he unsheathed his sword, Galant doing the same thing with his club.
"I'm a god." The man said as he neared Vargas and Galant.
"god?" Vargas questioned, looking disturbed at the newly introduced God's words.
The god did not reply, choosing to attack the two.
'The god is fast, not too fast, but moves pretty fast.' Vargas observed, barely avoiding a thrust of the god's sword.
"I'm here!" Galant exclaimed, about to smash the god's head, hoping to knock him down, but was blocked by two fire blades which appeared out of nowhere.
Galant was knocked down by the fire blades, not familiar of the strength of the blade of the god.
"Now, entertain me!" the god said, then laughing maniacally as his blade was then avoided again by the fencer.
Vargas then immediately thought of the man, his insane personality and his arrogance.
'Arrogant people always, has their guard down to people who are weaker than them.'
Vargas then jumped, he seemingly thrust his sword on the right, which made the two blades go in defense on the right.
Vargas then smirked secretly, the god failing to realize what is going to happen, stood there grinning at the blocked attack and Vargas moved to the left fast and slashed past the still unknown god.
'And it also applies to arrogant gods.' He said, finishing his thoughts.
The god then laughed.
"You really are worth the title of being one of the Six Heroes." He said.
"Who are you? Who sent you?" Vargas questioned.
The insane god just laughed.
"As a reward for outsmarting me, I will reward you of this information."
"I am Luther, the god who tried to betray the gods."
He said and laughed.
"Cardes the Malevolent sent me." He said, and seemingly vanished in wreath of flames.
"Wait!" Vargas desperately said.
"Damn, he got away," Vargas cursed.
'Cardes, he is one of the gods isn't he? And why are gods attacking humans?' Vargas thought deeply.
"Hey, Vargas!" Galant said.
"Galant? You okay there?" Vargas asked worriedly.
"Don't mind, I'm fine." Galant reassured him as he rose up.
"That god, Luther wasn't it?"
Vargas nodded.
"I think we should report to the Empire." The Fire King suggested.
"Yeah, but we should forge you your weapon first."
"Doesn't it take you weeks?"
"No, this time it would only take a short time."
*An Hour Later*
"You ready, Vargas?" Galant asked.
"Yeah"
"Well then, let's go!" Galant exclaimed
"To where?"
"The Volcano."
A/N: Damn, and that's a wrap! Please review!
