Hey, this is my first story, I'm new to making stories, and all I want to say is that I hope you enjoy the first chapter. This story is inspired by the movie "Joker", I haven't seen anyone really do this kind of story here, so I wanted to give it a try, I would like some feedback, I would greatly appreciate it. Now that that's out of the way, I hope you enjoy it.
When I was just a little boy, my mother would always read me tales of great heroes, heroes that would save the day, heroes that run faster than the eye can see and stronger than ten men combined, heroes that bring happiness and joy just by being themselves. These heroes would keep the darkness away and bring joy to the world just by smiling while keeping everyone safe and happy for times to come, and just like the heroes from those stories that my mother would read me at night, I too would want to become a great hero that brings joy and happiness wherever I go, to be someone that inspires others to be like, to be like me, a hero…..
It was late at night, I was still just a child, and my imagination ran wild like any other child, but why you may ask? Well, my sweet mother had just finished reading me my bedtime story, and the tale, in particular, was of the knight saving the damsel in distress. For some reason I always found great joy when I heard of them, they were people that I aspire to be like, and I was just so sure of myself that I would become a hero, like the one my mother just read.
"Mom!, I want to be just like them!"
"Oh? And exactly who do you want to be like sweety?"
"I wan- no I will become a hero! Just like the ones that you always read to me! You'll see I'll become big and strong and get really popular!" She smiles and giggles a bit, which startles me a bit.
"What's so funny mom?" I'm a bit confused about what's funny. Surely there isn't anything wrong with wanting to help people? So I find it confusing as to what the humor is behind my dreams.
"You're already a hero to me" she smiles gently.
"How so mom? I haven't saved anyone, and I'm not popular… and my muscles aren't big either" I say the last part mumbling to myself, I then hear a soft giggle.
"Sweetie, you're already saving me." She then softly smiles, a smile that for some reason doesn't fit her.
"How so?" I asked with a pondering look, me saving someone? That doesn't sound right, she might be referring to someone else, yeah that makes more sense.
"You make me smile, you make sure that I'm happy, and you always keep me company," she says.
But is that what a hero does? I thought Heroes fought monsters, and kept the people safe, and if so, then how am I making her happy?
"You have done more than enough."
"...but I don't feel like a hero… can I become a hero to mom?"
I wonder if I have what it takes to become someone that great, or if I'm just following a dream that is what it says, a dream and nothing more.
"Sweetie, you will grow up to be a fine hero, and don't let anyone else tell you otherwise."
And just like that, all my doubts are gone, or they should be, but with my mother, anything is possible
"With enough time and determination, you'll become the greatest hero that has ever walked these lands. You just need enough time to grow into the beautiful flower that you are."
How much I wished for that to happen. But life isn't a fairy tale, it's not a book that I can read with its own happy ending, but my mother always made it seem that way, and who could doubt their own mother? Many saw the likes of huntsman and huntresses as greatest superheroes, but not me, my greatest hero was my mom, the one that fed me, kept the mean people away, and always made sure I was ok.
"...yeah, what was I thinking, if you say so, then it must be true."
I smile, and for once, I feel as if nothing could stop me, as if my mother was speaking the truth and only the truth.
"I will become the greatest hero that has ever lived!, and I'll bring joy and laughter towards the whole world!, beware evildoers for Jaune Arc is here!." A smile gently crosses my mother's face, and that is all that I've ever needed, that smile made everything seem right.
"Of course my little Arc, but now it's time to go to bed."
I give my mom a pondering look "Do I have too? Can't we stay up longer, and read more books?"
But to no avail, even with the mightiest of pleading looks, my mother didn't even bat an eyelid
"Now none of that, it's time to sleep and wake up to a brand new day tomorrow."
I sigh, "Ok, good night ma."
I am tucked away by my mom, she gets up, kisses my forehead, and walks to the door. She gives me one final smile before closing the door and turning off the lights, and she whispers
"Goodnight my little Arc."
And the door closes, but as I fall asleep I can only think to myself this one thing, and that is how wonderful my mother is, and I wouldn't have it any other way
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"Arc! Are you even listening to me?"
Huh? Oh, that's right I'm being yelled at , my boss, but for what reason? I have no idea, I get the assumption that my boss doesn't like me that much. For whatever reason? I have no idea, I normally get called in his office once or twice a week, but to this day I still don't know half of the reasons he calls me in his office. Maybe he just likes yelling to relieve some stress, could be because of his age, he is pretty old, could be in his late forties.
"Yes Mr. Johnson, I am listening very carefully" I give out my best smile, like my mother always tells me, a smile a day keeps the bad away.
"Good, because most of the time that I talk to you I feel as if you're ignoring me, are you ignoring me Arc? Because if you are I ain't finding it very pleasing, would you like it if people ignored you when talking to them?"
"No, sir." I comply with what is telling me, wouldn't want him to get more riled up than he already is.
"Arc" -sigh- "do you know why I brought you in my office here today?" He asked while leaning back towards his chair.
"No, I do not know for what reason you are calling me here today sir," I say with the utmost sincerity I could give, but in actuality, it's probably for something dumb again
In the past has called me in for many misfortunes that weren't my doing, such as, who left the trash on the floor? And, Why haven't you looked over the inventory? I even got questioned as to why I haven't emptied out the trash, for what reason though? Well, we don't have many employees here at work, but those who do work here have a duty to keep the building 'clean', so we each throw the trash away on our designated day. My day is on Friday, and is on a Monday; however, there isn't work on the weekend, so when the time comes he makes me throw away the trash that was designated on his day, by making it seem as if I have yet to throw away the trash on my day. Does it bother me? No, not really, but is it annoying? Only mildly so.
"The reason why I'm calling you here today is that you haven't returned the sign that I gave you!" He yells while pointing a finger at me.
I tried to explain
"But sir, I go-"
"Arc! I don't have time to hear your lies!"
Keyword being 'tried'
"Arc, do you honestly think that I would believe your little story? Of how a group of huntsmen took your sign, and proceed to break it?" he says all of this while giving me a quizzical look. F
Who could blame him? In all honesty, if I were to hear this story, I myself wouldn't believe it either, just the thought of a huntsman doing such a thing would be unbelievable. Not exactly, but to steal a sign from a clown and break it? Yeah, now that's a bit too far fetched, even for me. Huntsmen are the defenders of humanity, the heroes told in children's storybooks, and idols for those that want to fight against the dark as well, heck I look up to them! My dream is to be a huntsman myself.
I remember as if it were yesterday, well technically speaking it was three days ago that this small 'mishap' happened. Honestly, I'm to blame, I should have seen indications, it was laid before me, but I was a fool to not have noticed sooner.
Three days ago
I'm spinning my sign that reads 'EVERYTHING MUST GO!' While doing my little dance, my boss and co-workers questioned me as to why I do this dance. Why do I do this dance anyway? It never really occurred to me as to why I do it, huh, maybe I just like to dance. It makes the job easier in its own special way, and as my mother tells me, why be moody, and I quote, "when you can shake your booty." not the most mature thing to say, but it has never failed me yet!
In the sea of people walking, I see a peculiar group of men walking my way, two out of the four of them seem to be Faunus, due to one of them having a tail and the other antlers. And then I see it, how could I have not noticed? They are huntsmen of course! It may be due to the weapons that they are carrying with them at this moment's notice. It's amazing really, it's not every day that we see huntsman down her in Vale, heck! We barely even see normal law enforcement, in general, let alone huntsmen and huntresses. But something seems off, they are swaying more than usual, and seem to be…distressed…. Almost saddened too.
They start to approach me closer, I pay them no attention, but they don't do the same for me.
"Hey clown!" the man with antlers speaks, he slurs his words towards my general direction.
I smell alcohol
Oh
How could I have not noticed, but it seems that he is drunk, and by the look of his fellow companions they seem to be in a similar state, if not the same state as he is.
"Tell me a joke."
Huh? Why would I tell him a joke? Does he think I'm some sort of comedian? Heavens, I think he and his buddies have had one too many drinks for the day. And seriously getting this drunk at this time of the day, seems a bit irresponsible if you ask me.
"Why would I tell you a joke sir?" he starts to laugh, and his friends seem to do so as well. And then he looks at me while still recovering from his laughter.
"W-w-well isn't it obvious? It's because you're a clown right? And clowns make people laugh, and what I and my friends need most right now is a good laugh! Right guys?"
"Yeah!"
"I could use a good laugh right now"
"C'mon make me laugh, heaven's know I need one!"
The man then turns at me
"So can you tell us a joke ?"
Mr clown? What clow- oh wow.
I almost forgot that I'm dressed as a clown, wearing shoes two sizes too big for me, a red nose, a fake bald cap that has hair on the side colored green, and white paint, with an arrangement of red makeup that covers my mouth, and blue for my eyes. Everything about me screams clown, and even so I forgot about it, my job so to speak, and my job is to make people laugh and entertain. I do jobs such as kids' birthday parties, children's hospitals, and even the elderly too! An arrangement of all sorts of jobs. To sum it up, I'm the clown.
But as I stared into his eyes, I saw sadness and grief, that was probably, and if not, the most displeasing thing to see on someone. And I couldn't help but wonder what had caused it, and if there was any way for me to help. I can't just leave them like this, for crying out loud, they're huntsmen! They are protecting us every day, and risking their lives for us, they should get the respect and help they deserve when needed, not getting drunk in the middle of the day looking like some random street bum that is asking for change, in moments like these is where we should be helping them, it's the least we can do for what they do for us, and apparently that moment is now.
Time for a plan, I'll ask what's wrong, maybe I can find a way to ease his sadness if I know what the problem is! Mom always said that talking to others about your issues can ease one's problems. It seems like a solid plan! Now to put it in action.
"Is everything ok sir? you seem to be distressed." I ask the man with antlers with the most uplifting smile that I can muster
Now I can get to the root of the issue, and from there I can see what to tell them to ease their sadness, we can't have our heroes go out in the field like this, it's essentially suicidal, everyone knows that creatures of darkness are attracted to negative emotions. After all, this is sorted out, the heroes won't have any issues going back to being heroes, oh boy, if my ma were to be looking at me right now she would be so proud of m-
I hear a snarl like noise coming from his direction.
"What's it to you? Can't you mind your damn business and just tell us a joke?"
Eh?
W-well he is distressed so it is reasonable for him to lash out, ok Jaune, try to approach this a different way, calm and steady now.
"N-no I didn't mean to say that i-in any rude manner sir, I was just wondering if there is anything I could do to help, you just seemed trouble that's all."
"Hey, buddy back off! Can't you see you're being bothersome now?" said another man from the group as he started to approach us.
Huh? But they were the ones to come up to me? It's okay if I speak calmly then everything will turn out fine, just don't get them riled up for something so silly here Jaune. Just take it easy and everything will turn out ok… I hope.
I turn to look at them both now, sweat starts to build up around my forehead, dear heaven am I nervous.
"No, I wasn't t-t-trying to be bothersome I was just wondering if there's any way I can help you gentlemen ou-" He suddenly yells
"Well stop doing that! You're not helping you are only becoming more of a bother than a help!" As he speaks the rest of their companions come up not too far from them, and oh boy! Do they seem more agitated than a cat after having its tail stepped on?
How did this escalate so quickly? And why isn't anyone doing anything to help me? Why are they just ignoring me? I mean, it's not the middle of the night! For crying out loud I'm on the sidewalk where everyone is walking on! I can clearly see them avoiding my gaze but they still manage to see the scene play out before them as if it's some sort of big act being performed for their amusement. But what bewildered me the most right now is the lack of help that I am currently receiving. Why isn't anyone doing anything! Some help would be much appreciated right about now!
Oh lord! please, anyone, help m-
Silly me
…
I almost forgot
….
They're huntsman
...
...and where not...
The difference between a huntsman and a civilian is quite large, first of all, they beat us in every department of physical fitness, they are the modern superhero, and like a superhero, we are nothing but mere ants that can be stepped on, a stick that they have to constantly make sure not to break, but can easily do so at any moment's notice. It's sad to say, but most people fear our heroes due to their powers, and overall presence that they seem to produce. Ironic isn't it? Being scared of those who are meant to protect us, and keep us safe, are the ones people fear the most, heck, what's not to be scared of? If someone told me that the boot that gives me shade as an ant can also come down at me at any moment's notice due to its mood? Yeah, I'd be scared as well.
"What's so funny? Can you please explain what's making you giggle over there ?" He says that in the most sarcastic yet amused tone possible that he could muster out.
Oh
I was giggling and I haven't even noticed,
Was I doing so because I found the situation funny, or amusing to my part?
No
I wasn't, but they didn't know that all they saw was a man giggling to himself as if almost amused with the current predicament he is in. Do I like being in this situation that I was placed in? No, what is there to like.
Another man from the group spoke up
"What's so funny?"
And then another
"You heard the guy, why aren't you talking now huh clown? Can't even tell us what's so funny, and you expect us to talk with you?"
"What's so damn funny!?"
And now everyone started to join in the conversation
It's not their fault, rather it's my fault for causing this sort of situation, it wouldn't be the first time that I got myself in a similar situation, but not as bad. My mother told me that I was born with a rare condition, it is known as Pseudobulbar effect, and it simply means that I tend to have random fits of laughter or giggles from time to time, but oh boy does it happen in the worst occasions such as this. Heck, this one time I got called to the principal's office for some dumb reason that I can't even remember anymore, but when I was placed in front of the principle I got so nervous that I couldn't stop laughing, I've never been to the principles office before, so sorry but I can't help it! I'm normally the 'nice' guy or the shy kid, but never the trouble maker, so I was scared of being called out, and nonetheless to the principle himself! But the principle took it the wrong way, and I earned myself two weeks' worth of detention because of it.
I try to suppress my giggling, into something much more manageable, so that I may speak.
"-othing, I-I-t's not you I-It's Me" I manage to say, speak behind my hand as I do so.
I reach for my card located in the inner pocket of my coat, as it should clear everything up and hopefully disperse any misunderstandings that they currently have of me.
I luckily managed to get my card. Thank the heavens! This time I didn't forget it at home, could you imagine how bad it would be if I didn't have my card with me right now?
"H-h-here is my ca-"
Before I could finish, I felt something get yanked from my other arm, making my arm lighter due to its load being reduced
"H-Hey! Give it back!" I say with the most uncertainty.
I tried to reach for the sign, with the intent of getting it back, keyword again being 'tried', but instead of grabbing my intended target, I reached nothing but air, and I nearly slipped doing so.
"Not so funny now is it freak?!" The man with antlers speaks, with amusement.
They start to run
If it were me I would leave the sign and resign to it being lost forever; however, that isn't my sign, that sign belongs to another man named Tom. And If I lose his sign it's going to come out of my paycheck. I can't afford to lose another paycheck, I'm already tight on money and by losing this sign it would only make it worse than it already is.
And with that In mind, I ran to get that sign back.
Problem was that this outfit wasn't exactly fit to run in or to do any athletic activities in general, heck I wasn't fit and that's it! I'm already exhausted, and I haven't even been running for a minute. Dear lord, these shoes aren't helping at all! How are they able to run so fast after drinking so much!? I can only assume the quantity consumed due to their breath. If breaths could kill then surely I'd be dead, but damn! They are fast!
"Someone! Stop them!" I yelled while running
And nobody paid attention, or rather they decided to not pay attention.
Who could blame them?
I would do the same thing too if I was in their shoes.
I see them make a sudden turn into an alley, and due to the speed that I'm going at right now makes it hard for me to make sudden turns like that. The momentum I'm carrying almost makes me slip as I make the same turn, into the same alley that they run in, and by sheer luck, I manage to stay up. Good Lord, these shoes aren't doing me any good, it's a miracle that I haven't fallen...now that I think about it, how do I even manage to dance with these shoes on?
"-ey, Hey!" I say so while catching my breath
I start jogging towards them
"Hey! Give me back my sig-!"
…
Pain
I felt pain all over my face, and then my back as I hit the pavement with a hard wack, my head bounces for good measures as well, huh? How did I get down here? Wasn't I just jogging a couple of seconds ago? Did I…. did I finally slip? I knew these damn oversized clown shoes would be my downfall, but then again, why does my face hurt so much?
I faintly hear voices above me, taunting me as well, but I can only assume these things for I have yet to regain my bearings again.
"-ot laughing so much now!" then I feel more pain in my back
"Who's laughing now huh! Who's laughing now!" then I feel more pain in the front
By instincts I curve myself inwards, similar to that of a roly-poly, protecting myself from the dangers of the world that are out to get me, in hopes that they will leave me alone. Eventually, they do leave, and as I hear their footsteps go farther off into the distance, I also hear the faint sound of… laughter, either that or my ears are ringing too much from the impacts that my head has been receiving nonstop. But then I realize that I have succeeded in my mission… I made them happier! I made the huntsmen better! I helped out!
And as a matter of fact! I helped out huntsman! Huntsman! For crying out loud, I helped the huntsman, the heroes!
Oh man, if my ma could see the help that I've brought to them, she would be so proud of me, I'm sure of it! She would say, "Sweety! I can't believe how much help you were today, and to the huntsmen themselves too!" Lord, I know I did good today, and damn does it feel good… well besides the physical pain of course, that hurts, that definitely hurts.
But damn, the sign seems to be broken, Mr. Johnson is going to be so mad! But he'll understand…. Oh well, I guess it's a small price to pay for helping out others… but It is going to come out of my paycheck.
Oh man, what a day, a day that I shall surely cherish for the rest of my days, heck, maybe one day I can tell it to my future kids if I have any.
"Arc, do you honestly believe that these 'huntsman' that you speak of would steal a sign, and in the process of 'beating', you would somehow make them happier? And through all of that, they managed to break your sign?" He looks at me with the most doubtful face that he can possibly manage.
So I respond accordingly
"Yes"
"Ok, look, you don't have to make up these excuses for the sign, I don't care what happened to the sign, all I know is that I don't have one, and your the reason behind it" he seems tired, almost as if he doesn't believe me, surely somethings wrong, maybe he's confused, or misunderstood something.
"But sir, I'm not lyi-"
"But nothing! I don't care about your excuses! The only thing you should know is that this is coming out of your paycheck, and the next time I call you in here better be for something good, and not something as ridiculous as this!" he says the last part exasperated.
"But sir, if you would let me expla-"
"Do I make myself clear!"
"But si-"
"I said do I make myself clear to you! ?"
I give in, no point in continuing this silly argument for nothing, he is my boss, after all, wouldn't want to lose my job over something so 'silly'.
"Yes sir, I understand."
He leans back and sighs in relief, while a smile slowly but surely crawls up towards his face, nothing too big, but a smile nonetheless.
"Good, now that this issue has been fixed, get out of my office, and make sure to close the door on your way out, it's annoying to hear you people in general, don't want to hear you, people, constantly with my damn door being open." He starts going back to whatever he was doing, and what was he doing in the first place, was he even doing anything before this?
"Why are you just standing there? Get Going!"
I haven't even realized that I just stood there staring at him, I was so lost in thoughts that I didn't even realize I was staring in the first place, aw geez, I must've made him feel so uncomfortable.
I should leave, wouldn't want to do anything that could rile him up, even more, the goods news is that the day is almost over, and I get to finally go home.
The day's finally over, not much to do, I say goodbye to my co-workers and head home, but dear lord does it take time for me to get home. My home isn't close by, it's actually quite the distance from here, I normally take the bus home and to work, but it seems that the bus is running late today. There isn't much to do as I wait at the bus stop, I see the few people walking, going around without a second notice to there surroundings, I see the homeless asking for money. I see a dog going through the trash as if its the usual, oh! I even see some-
"It's awful isn't it" A quiet, but elderly voice hits my ear, so I turn to the source of the noise
Sitting on the cold floor with nothing but old dirty clothes, and jackets covert the old man as he solemnly sits and looks outwards. I don't do anything but stare at first, but his words weren't dismissed, they have caught my interest, what's so awful?
"What happened to people, what happened to courtesy, what happened to heroes." He seems so tired as he said the last word, I couldn't help but ask.
"What do you mean sir?" He then turns to me, ever so slowly but surely
"What's your name son?" I'm greatly surprised
"Where are my manners, forgive me, mother never raised a kid without manners, I could see her now, telling me to always introduce myself before speaking. Geez, I can't believe I forgot the basics, now I'll have to go through the basics again, let me tell you, you do not want to go through the basics. I mean there not ba- and I'm rambling aren't I." I catch myself before I could go any further
He chuckles, but a genuine chuckle and a smile grace his old features, even though he's old he seems like a nice guy, like a grandpa of sorts.
"It's quite alright, I should apologize, I guess it was rude of me to ask for your name when you don't even know mine." He then extends his hand
"My name is Anatoly, pleasure to meet you….."
His hand is still up? Now, why would he extend his hand fo-
"Oh! My apologies" I quickly shake his hand, how can I forget what a handshake is!
"My name is Jaune sir, a pleasure to meet you, Anatoly" He then gives another chuckle
"Pleasures all mine Jaune, but do tell, what do you see out there?" he then gestures to the street the lay before us.
I don't understand what he means, there are people, a dog, homeless people….more homeless people, it could be anything, so I say the first thing that comes to my mind.
"People, I see people," I tell him, while I still look out towards the street
"Close, but not quite right."
What does he mean? What else is there? Maybe the dog eating the garbage laying on the street, could that be the answer? Of course, how could I be so dumb, I will correct my mistake as quickly as possi-
"Want to know what I see?"
Huh? What kind of question is that? Obviously I want to know what he sees, but before I can get the words out of my mouth I hear the sound of the bus stopping in front of us. When did that get here? And how didn't I notice it earlier?
"Ah, that's a shame, Wouldn't want to miss your ride now would you Jaune?"
I give him a quick look and say
"But I don't know what you se-"
"Don't worry lad, I'll be right here the next time you wait on the bus. Now get to it, wouldn't want to make the bus driver wait any longer would you?" he says while nodding his head towards the bus.
I didn't even realize it, but when I turned to look at the bus driver, he seemed to be running out of patience as he waited for me, I should probably go now. But I can't help but look back one more time, and I see the old man sitting there and wave me goodbye as I enter the bus, so naturally, I wave back.
Man, what could he be seeing?
What a day, but I'm finally home, and geez, why are there so many stairs to get to my home anyways? I swear, someones gonna fall one of these days and get seriously hurt. But I'm finally home and that's all that matters, My home isn't what some consider homely, in the sense that it's an apartment, it's a rundown apartment to be more exact, but hey it's affordable! The neighbors usually are quiet, and the service here isn't so bad, what matters is that there's a roof over my head and a place where I can relax after a hards day of work. Would I like to live somewhere better? Yes, the answer doesn't get simpler than that, but you don't get everything you wish for, no instead you manage with what you have and make the best of it. And I gotta say that it isn't the best of places, but darn me it isn't good, and it's good enough for me to call it home!
I enter my apartment, and I'm greeted with the usual, nothing special, but I should probably buy some new furniture? You know to improve the atmosphere overall, maybe a flower vase, yeah that sound's lovely, may place it in the center, right over ther-
"Sweety is that you?" I hear a voice in the distance, a female voice, soft but strong at the same time.
How could I forget to mention it! The one person that I admire the most.
"Yes mother?" My mother, how could I forget.
She has become ill for quite a while now, and because of it she lives with me, it doesn't bother me in the slightest, heck! I enjoy her being here with me, I wouldn't have it any other way. She took care of me for so long, and it's only right that I do the same for her.
"Have you seen the dog? I can't seem to find him, and I know he's hiding somewhere here, now would you be a dear and help me find hi-"
"Mother we don't own a dog"
…
"Oh right!" She says with a surprised voice
"Silly me, I forgot about that, no matter, come here let's eat." She says while walking to the kitchen
Mother tends to forget a lot, it's something that reoccurs a lot, it honestly does worry me, but I know that we will overcome it, no matter what problem is thrown at us, we always find a way to overcome it, and it won't be any different this time either.
"Of course mother, let's eat" I then follow her to the kitchen
Wouldn't want another fire to occur again of course, but that's a story for another time, right not it's time to eat!
We finished eating, cleaned the dishes, took baths, and got ready for the night, but before we go to sleep we turn on the T.V, why you ask? Well you see, today's a very special day, today's the day we get to watch the tournament held in mistral! And today are the finals!
"Come Ma! The Finals are about to start!" I say while paying my utmost attention to the screen.
"I'm coming, hold your horses," she says while she then proceeds to lay next to me in bed
"I swear, you and your tournaments," she says while giving me a smile.
Ah yes, the Mistral regional tournament is a grand event where the best of the best compete, where both huntsmen and huntresses fight, and their skills and wits are put to the test. This is a tournament meant for true heroes! And the one who rises on top is the ultimate hero, a hero that shines from the rest, but one person already stands from the rest, she is undoubtedly the embodiment of what all huntsmen should be, she is what a true hero is! She is-
"-nd on the arena is your favorite, three-time regional champion, soon to be fourth, I present, the invincible girl, Pyrhaa Nikos!" The announcer states loud and proud, and the crowd goes wild
Her lovely red hair flows in the wind, her armor stands proud and strong, like an amazon warrior she screams out heroic! I mean, What isn't there to like about her? She's brave, strong, and super cool! She's the hero of every child's books, heck! I even own a pumpkin sweets sweater because of her! Gods, what would I do to talk with a person like that, maybe some of her heroicness will rub off on me.
"...And let the match begin!"
And just like that, the fight starts, and off they go in a clash of sparks! Like two stars colliding in the sky, and painting the lights of the night with there battle, leaving a trail of smoke as they go.
Gods, I could watch this all day, and I would never get bored of it, it's exactly how I imagined when hearing the stories of the knights in shinning armor-no- it's even better, this goes far beyond my imagination, and I'm enjoying every moment of it.
Pyrrha falls back after avoiding a hit from her opponent, her opponent seems to be a huntress that wields a mighty greatsword. Her opponent dashes forward with great speed, and even though she holds a mighty sword, it doesn't seem to slow down her movements at all. Pyrrha manages to dash out of the way, just in time to miss a swing that was aimed right at her, but for some reason, her opponent smiles as if it was all intentional. Out of the blue and explosion spurs for her sword, striking Pyrrha on the arm, thus losing her grip on her weapon Milo, but on the other hand, she still has her trusty shield Akoúo̱. Her opponent then proceeds to swing rapidly at Pyrrha, but she manages to block each and every strike, but everyone can see that she is growing tired doing so, either she does something about it, or she loses, simple as that. Eventually, a hit manages to go through her defense, and the mighty sword aims for her head, or so it seemed, but in reality, that strike was aimed towards her other hand, the hand that held Akoúo̱. She didn't see it coming and with that trike, she lost her last remaining weapon, she was vulnerable, things seemed dire, but this can't be the end! No, she's Pyrrha Niko's for crying out loud, she's the invincible girl!
"Don't give up hope Pyrrha, you can win, we believe in you, I believe in you!" out of the crowd of hundreds, no thousands of people, she looks up to me and stares at me, and smiles.
The mighty sword strikes down like an executioner ready to give out judgment, but the hit that should've connected doesn't and gives Pyrrha the chance to act as her opponent attempts to raise her weapon again, but Pyrrha doesn't give her the chance, and swiftly disarms her, and now both are fully disarmed. The battle turns into one of hand to hand, and the battle is concluded, with Pyrrha coming out on top, the crowd goes wild, I can barely hear myself think anymore as I join the chanting, and start to celebrate as well.
"And there you have it folks, the winner, and now her fourth year in a row, Pyrrha Nikos! The invincible girl!" He then starts to approach Pyrrha
"Pyrhha! Tell us, how does it feel to win your fourth Regional tournament?" He then moves the microphone closer to Pyrrha.
"I Gotta admit, it was a close battle, and a great one at that, I'm very happy to be here, and have all these wonderful people support me along the way, I couldn't have done it without everyone here today"
She then stares at me
"And I truly mean it when I say that, I wouldn't be here where I'm at without the support I receive from everyone."
I couldn't believe what I'm seeing, she looked at me, she looked and told me, me! That I helped her achieve victory! I helped out a hero, I helped out my idol win the tournament, a hero! Oh man if only my ma could see me no-
"That was pretty good wasn't it sweet?" She says while turning over to sleep.
"Don't forget to turn off the T.V sweety, wouldn't want to waste energy now would we." I nod in response.
"Yeah, I won't forget mother." I wasn't really paying attention, as I simply continued to stare at the T.V, just staring and thinking, thinking, just thinking...
Hm? Oh right, the tournament was pretty good, man, what I would give to be someone like her, to help people in need, to be looked up to and adored for all her achievements.
To be someone special.
To be a huntsmen
To be a hero.
"Yeah ma, it was pretty good."