Note: I do not own Berserk, or Judeau, Kentarou Miura does, and we should
all bow down to him now and thank him for his genius.
Summary: Judeau used to be a traveling performer before he was the scout commander of the Band of the Hawk. This is a short story of his earlier days.
Its all in the Wrist
The small village near the borderlands of Midland were not normally very happy places to be. Most of the time these simply farming communities were too busy fending off mercenaries and bandits, and never had time for anything else. But on this particular autumn evening, the residents of Canteed village were cheering and clapping. A caravan of street performers and gypsies had decided to try and earn a few extra coins from these humble people, and the villagers were more then happy to welcome them with open arms.
There were many villagers and various other roadside travelers flocking towards the center of town that night, in order to have some fun and to see the performances of the people that had just arrived. So many people left to go to this festival in fact, that the entire western half of the village was empty. Empty of course, besides the two young people who sat on a wooden pegged fence in front of a farmhouse.
On that fence sat a young boy and a slightly older girl. They were talking about many things, mostly about the boy and how he had come to live with such a fascinating group of people like the gypsies. The boy had long blonde hair which dangled down the sides of his head, and although he was fairly skinny, he still had some slight muscle build on him, especially on his arms. The girl on the other hand was just a simple farmhand, and her working apron and clothes were tattered and covered in dirt, a reminded of a hard life. She smiled as the boy told his tale to her.
"Life as a performer has its upsides and its downsides. One minute, you are thinking of how to make more money, and the next you are wondering if everything is even worth the small amount you make." The boy said while he flipped a kitchen knife into the air. He smiled and looked at the girl, whose name he had recently found out with Daphne. He noticed she seemed quite interested in what he was saying, so he continued. "When I first ran into this rowdy band of misfits, I was just an orphan living in the streets of Wyndam. I had no where to go, no where to live, and most importantly, nothing to eat." Daphne nodded and then smiled. "I can see where you're coming from, I myself don't even get much at all. I work for food and nothing more." She leaned back on the fence and noticed that it swayed a little bit under their combined weight. "But to travel and be out and about, always seeing new things and meeting new people, that must be something to behold." She sighed and closed her eyes, trying to visualize it for herself.
Daphne saw herself as a dancer with ribbons, twirling them around her as she frolicked and leaped into the air, the onlookers around her so in awe that all they could do was stare at her. She was enjoying her fantasy when the boy next to her clapped his hands together in front of her face loudly, knocking her back into the real world. She shrieked slightly and fell over the fence, landing in some mud and getting herself dirtier then she was before. The boy broke down and laughed hysterically at his newly made friend and pointed at her. She grumbled some obscenities at him and angrily rose to her feet, trying to knock some of what she hoped was mud off from her clothes.
The boy stopped laughing, and then he bowed in apology. "Many pardons my lady, I didn't mean any harm to you at all...although it was...VERY amusing..." he chuckled a bit more, then helped her back to the other side of the fence where they sat down once more. Daphne sat back down and stared at the boy, who seemed a bit carefree and innocent, even if he was a troublemaker. She didn't quite know what to say to him now, having been shoved into a field full of mud by him. So instead of saying anything at all, she simply stared at the street. For a few minutes no one talked at all, they just sat in complete silence. The boy, in his boredom, took this extra time to flip the wooden handled kitchen knife into the air. The blade flew ten feet above his head, then he instantly placed his wrist towards the ground, the knife rolling down his arm like he were a rushing waterfall and it then harmlessly fell back into his hand. Daphne saw him do this with the knife and her eyes went wide. The boy then twiddled the knife between all of his fingers and threw it back up, this time allowing the knife to fall into a small homemade sheath located on his belt. It slid into the sheath easily and delicately as though it were a guided missile. "Wh..where did you learn how to do that?!" She pointed quickly at the knife now put away on the boy's waist. The boy looked confused, and then followed her gaze to his belt. He smiled, "Oh, you mean with the knife?" Daphne nodded in response and just stared at him in disbelief. The boy shrugged and smiled wryly. "Just something I've always been able to do I guess, I suppose everyone has a talent or a gift, I guess mine is with knives." He looked at the knife again, and leaned forward, allowing it to fall out of its sheath and fall to his left foot, which he kicked up, the knife flying into the air. He then caught the knife by the handle in his mouth, and smiled at Daphne with it dangling from his lips.
Daphne giggled a little and then she nodded. "You are indeed talented sir." She blushed a bit. "What's you name? You never told me, I just told you mine." She smiled at him and her blush increased in its boldness. The boy smiled and opened his mouth, the knife falling into his hand. "Oh, my apologies Daphne, my name is Judeau." He smiled and then leaned down and kissed her hand. She blushed even more and covered her hand with the other, as if to hide it from him. "Tha..thank you Judeau...your so sweet." She looked away. Judeau just stared at the town where all of the excitement was going on. "Don't think anything from it, a pretty girl such as yourself deserves to be treated nicely. Especially in a world like this." He smiled and then looked at her. Daphne nodded and then looked at the ground. "Your too kind." Judeau smiled once more and hopped off the fence. "Well I should be getting back now, I wouldn't want my employers to kick me out of the convoy just yet, I got some money to make." He winked at Daphne and tossed her the sheathed knife. She caught it and then looked at Judeau in confusion. "For me?" She asked the boy. Judea nodded. "Yea, I suppose since I may never see you again, Ill just give you something to remember me by," He shrugged, "I hate saying goodbyes, so I guess giving something as a gift makes me know that my friends will still think of me as a friend, even if I'm not around." Daphne giggled a little bit and then nodded. "Thank you Judeau, but I shouldn't be the only one that leaves with something." She reached into her pocket and came up with a small brown pouch. She then tossed the pouch at Judeau, who took it into his hands.
Judeau grasped a hand around the pouch, paid his final farewells to Daphne and then ran down the road towards his caravan of fellow performers. As he ran, he heard Daphne call out to him "Judeau! That's fairy dust! It will protect you from harm!" Judeau turned and looked back his newfound friend. "Thanks a lot Daphne! But I might not need it, I'm not a warrior!" The girl laughed from her position down the street as she jumped off the fence and started to go inside her farmhouse. "Its ok, you never know when a traveler might need it!" Judeau nodded once more smiling and then began running again. He got thirty more feet between himself and Daphne when he heard her once more. "By the way Judea! What's your secret with those knives!!? I want to try it!!"
Judeau smirked and then tossed a free knife into his right hand, throwing it across the street and hitting a wooden pail dead center, knocking it off of a well. "Its all in the wrist Daphne, just use that basic knowledge and build on it." He winked at her and then left, running into the thick crowd of onlookers.
As the young boy ran away into the crowd, Daphne sighed and held the sheathed kitchen knife tightly to her chest. "Goodbye Judeau, and may the future hold good fortune for you and anyone who you meet." She then happily walked inside of her house where she went to bed, far too tired for any nighttime festivities.
A/N: And there we have it, it was short. Please review. I know there aren't many Judeau fics out there, and even though this one if pretty pointless, Id still like some feedback. (
Summary: Judeau used to be a traveling performer before he was the scout commander of the Band of the Hawk. This is a short story of his earlier days.
Its all in the Wrist
The small village near the borderlands of Midland were not normally very happy places to be. Most of the time these simply farming communities were too busy fending off mercenaries and bandits, and never had time for anything else. But on this particular autumn evening, the residents of Canteed village were cheering and clapping. A caravan of street performers and gypsies had decided to try and earn a few extra coins from these humble people, and the villagers were more then happy to welcome them with open arms.
There were many villagers and various other roadside travelers flocking towards the center of town that night, in order to have some fun and to see the performances of the people that had just arrived. So many people left to go to this festival in fact, that the entire western half of the village was empty. Empty of course, besides the two young people who sat on a wooden pegged fence in front of a farmhouse.
On that fence sat a young boy and a slightly older girl. They were talking about many things, mostly about the boy and how he had come to live with such a fascinating group of people like the gypsies. The boy had long blonde hair which dangled down the sides of his head, and although he was fairly skinny, he still had some slight muscle build on him, especially on his arms. The girl on the other hand was just a simple farmhand, and her working apron and clothes were tattered and covered in dirt, a reminded of a hard life. She smiled as the boy told his tale to her.
"Life as a performer has its upsides and its downsides. One minute, you are thinking of how to make more money, and the next you are wondering if everything is even worth the small amount you make." The boy said while he flipped a kitchen knife into the air. He smiled and looked at the girl, whose name he had recently found out with Daphne. He noticed she seemed quite interested in what he was saying, so he continued. "When I first ran into this rowdy band of misfits, I was just an orphan living in the streets of Wyndam. I had no where to go, no where to live, and most importantly, nothing to eat." Daphne nodded and then smiled. "I can see where you're coming from, I myself don't even get much at all. I work for food and nothing more." She leaned back on the fence and noticed that it swayed a little bit under their combined weight. "But to travel and be out and about, always seeing new things and meeting new people, that must be something to behold." She sighed and closed her eyes, trying to visualize it for herself.
Daphne saw herself as a dancer with ribbons, twirling them around her as she frolicked and leaped into the air, the onlookers around her so in awe that all they could do was stare at her. She was enjoying her fantasy when the boy next to her clapped his hands together in front of her face loudly, knocking her back into the real world. She shrieked slightly and fell over the fence, landing in some mud and getting herself dirtier then she was before. The boy broke down and laughed hysterically at his newly made friend and pointed at her. She grumbled some obscenities at him and angrily rose to her feet, trying to knock some of what she hoped was mud off from her clothes.
The boy stopped laughing, and then he bowed in apology. "Many pardons my lady, I didn't mean any harm to you at all...although it was...VERY amusing..." he chuckled a bit more, then helped her back to the other side of the fence where they sat down once more. Daphne sat back down and stared at the boy, who seemed a bit carefree and innocent, even if he was a troublemaker. She didn't quite know what to say to him now, having been shoved into a field full of mud by him. So instead of saying anything at all, she simply stared at the street. For a few minutes no one talked at all, they just sat in complete silence. The boy, in his boredom, took this extra time to flip the wooden handled kitchen knife into the air. The blade flew ten feet above his head, then he instantly placed his wrist towards the ground, the knife rolling down his arm like he were a rushing waterfall and it then harmlessly fell back into his hand. Daphne saw him do this with the knife and her eyes went wide. The boy then twiddled the knife between all of his fingers and threw it back up, this time allowing the knife to fall into a small homemade sheath located on his belt. It slid into the sheath easily and delicately as though it were a guided missile. "Wh..where did you learn how to do that?!" She pointed quickly at the knife now put away on the boy's waist. The boy looked confused, and then followed her gaze to his belt. He smiled, "Oh, you mean with the knife?" Daphne nodded in response and just stared at him in disbelief. The boy shrugged and smiled wryly. "Just something I've always been able to do I guess, I suppose everyone has a talent or a gift, I guess mine is with knives." He looked at the knife again, and leaned forward, allowing it to fall out of its sheath and fall to his left foot, which he kicked up, the knife flying into the air. He then caught the knife by the handle in his mouth, and smiled at Daphne with it dangling from his lips.
Daphne giggled a little and then she nodded. "You are indeed talented sir." She blushed a bit. "What's you name? You never told me, I just told you mine." She smiled at him and her blush increased in its boldness. The boy smiled and opened his mouth, the knife falling into his hand. "Oh, my apologies Daphne, my name is Judeau." He smiled and then leaned down and kissed her hand. She blushed even more and covered her hand with the other, as if to hide it from him. "Tha..thank you Judeau...your so sweet." She looked away. Judeau just stared at the town where all of the excitement was going on. "Don't think anything from it, a pretty girl such as yourself deserves to be treated nicely. Especially in a world like this." He smiled and then looked at her. Daphne nodded and then looked at the ground. "Your too kind." Judeau smiled once more and hopped off the fence. "Well I should be getting back now, I wouldn't want my employers to kick me out of the convoy just yet, I got some money to make." He winked at Daphne and tossed her the sheathed knife. She caught it and then looked at Judeau in confusion. "For me?" She asked the boy. Judea nodded. "Yea, I suppose since I may never see you again, Ill just give you something to remember me by," He shrugged, "I hate saying goodbyes, so I guess giving something as a gift makes me know that my friends will still think of me as a friend, even if I'm not around." Daphne giggled a little bit and then nodded. "Thank you Judeau, but I shouldn't be the only one that leaves with something." She reached into her pocket and came up with a small brown pouch. She then tossed the pouch at Judeau, who took it into his hands.
Judeau grasped a hand around the pouch, paid his final farewells to Daphne and then ran down the road towards his caravan of fellow performers. As he ran, he heard Daphne call out to him "Judeau! That's fairy dust! It will protect you from harm!" Judeau turned and looked back his newfound friend. "Thanks a lot Daphne! But I might not need it, I'm not a warrior!" The girl laughed from her position down the street as she jumped off the fence and started to go inside her farmhouse. "Its ok, you never know when a traveler might need it!" Judeau nodded once more smiling and then began running again. He got thirty more feet between himself and Daphne when he heard her once more. "By the way Judea! What's your secret with those knives!!? I want to try it!!"
Judeau smirked and then tossed a free knife into his right hand, throwing it across the street and hitting a wooden pail dead center, knocking it off of a well. "Its all in the wrist Daphne, just use that basic knowledge and build on it." He winked at her and then left, running into the thick crowd of onlookers.
As the young boy ran away into the crowd, Daphne sighed and held the sheathed kitchen knife tightly to her chest. "Goodbye Judeau, and may the future hold good fortune for you and anyone who you meet." She then happily walked inside of her house where she went to bed, far too tired for any nighttime festivities.
A/N: And there we have it, it was short. Please review. I know there aren't many Judeau fics out there, and even though this one if pretty pointless, Id still like some feedback. (