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Raccon Girl
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The Vice-Captain of Warrior Troop of Re-Estize Kingdom said goodbye to the man under him and began to make his way home, decked in his full-blown armour.
The man's eyes were tired and some may even call them bloodshot, but his eyes were now common amongst the once proud and highly praised group in the entire Kingdom.
However, many within the Troop had been on that Battlefield.
They had felt the despair, the terror, the rush of their mind screaming at them to stay alive as an inhuman monster rushed at them and ate anybody who was not fast enough to avoid them.
He was right there the first time the Captain had met the monster called Ainz Ooal Gowl( think this should be Gown) and yet he did not sense the monster behind the mask like his Captain did.
What made it an even bigger blow was that Gazef had asked them all before they want(went) onto the battlefield if they were sure they wanted to step on that land, he gave them a chance to stay behind and save their themselves.
The Captain know was(knew what was) coming and was trying to save them.
And now that he thought about it, the Captain's eyes as he looked at them weren't the eyes of a man who had confidence that he would make it back home and celebrate with his own Troop.
Instead, they were the eyes of a man who knew he was going to die and yet he still went into hell out of pure loyalty for the Kingdom.
The Captain was the only one who knew how bad things could get and yet nobody truly important listened to him because of his commoner birth.
Everybody in the troop couldn't help but feel bitter about the people who sat protectively inside their home(s) while they were sent into hell.
And speaking of hell, the sire lost on that battlefield had shaken the once preposterous looking Country.
The Kingdom really had gone downhill after that horrific massacre on that day.
Sure, the influx of refugees fleeing the town now calling itself the 'Sorcerer Country of Nazarick' did a lot to rebuild the population that were massacred, but they could never replace the Leaders of important noble houses or their heirs that had perished on that day.
They could never replace the King's Sword.
Gazef Stronoff, his Captain, had died that day.
Without him, it was like the Kingdom no longer had any fangs.
In fact, everybody was terrified that one day the Sorcerer King will decide that Humans were no longer worth having around and arrive at their doorstep with a legion of monsters.
He had already proven his might and nobody was strong enough to take him.
What other way did they have other than to bend over and wait for death?
It was a horrible time to be alive, right now.
He walked around the corner and saw a group of refugees who were waiting to be housed.
Nowadays, it wasn't rare for such a sight to be seen, but what broke his heart was seeing the hope that entered all their eyes when they saw him, they clearly thought that he had come to show them to their new homes.
Unfortunately, he was just walking by.
However, as he walking by he noticed a boy with his mother, who looked to be suffering from a mild cold.
However, he walked by dozens of people and yet he especially took notice of them.
And why?
It was the boy.
He was doing Gazef's signature stance.
"Mom. Aren't I so fast, mom?" Said, the boy, he was holding a stick and showing his mother what he had learnt.
His swordsmanship was a joke, so nobody would expect him to know such a high-level stance.
"You, boy," he suddenly said and they both froze.
They turned and saw him decked out in his uniform and immediately the crushing hope entered their eyes.
However, he just had to crush it.
"Boy. Where did you learn that stance from?" he said.
The boy looked nervous.
"Don't worry, I'm part of the Guards" he said, showing the boy his ring. "If you want, I can always put in a word for you and your mother to the king. I just want to know about that stance."
Both of them looked at each other, they had been led here where they were seemly dumped and forgotten about.
They needed hope right now.
"Go on, Joshua," said the woman.
The boy prodded by his mother said, "I learnt it from a masked man in my old town."
"A Masked man?" he said, surprised. "Did he say what his name was? Or where he got the stance from?"
"The Mister didn't tell me his name, he just helped me get my potion for my mother," the boy said. "He gave me this really weird looking sword and told me to get into a pose. When I did, he adjusted me before telling me to attack."
A Teacher? he thought, but then the boy remembered something.
"The Mister was smiling," the boy said.
"Smiling?" he said, was that even noteworthy?
"And it wasn't just any smile. The Mister('s) smile was a bit creepy. I thought he was going to eat me," said the boy, stunning the man. "But he turned out to be really nice. He must be a swordsman because of the sword he carried, but he was wearing clothes that I've only seen on the monsters, who just recently appeared in my hometown. He told me to take my mother and leave because he knew some bad people would come after me. He said that he couldn't do anything about it."
But then the boy said, "I hope Mister is alright."
The man's small actions had left a big impact on the boy.
He said nothing before replying.
"Well, thanks for telling me. If I come in contact with the King, I'll make sure to mention you," he said, making both of them happy as he walked away.
So, a man in a mask somehow knew Gazef's stance...
Who was this man and how did he know Gazef enough to get him to teach him his stance, when he, his second in command couldn't even get a single line from his Captain?
Where did the man's loyalties lie?
Was he here and fleeing as well?
Would he be willing to join the Royal army?
Could they have found a replacement for Gafez Stronoff that easily?
Either way, he was certain about one thing.
He should report this to the King.
Ch 3: The same name.
Gazef was once again on top of the stone wall that surrounded the land and looked up ahead for any enemies approaching.
At last, the worrying stream of people leaving the Country had begun to thin out and less and fewer people were leaving.
He had heard that there was apparently a great human warrior in town that even the King wants by his side.
The only reason the Warrior was hanging around here was that the King was using the Human civilians as hostages to shackle the man down.
Humans... He thought with a smile, they are so easily shackled down.
He had been staring at the land beyond the wall for several hours but he didn't get bored and was taking his position very seriously unlike some of the non-humans he could see lazing about.
Suddenly he heard.
"Is anybody on their break? I and a group are going into town to get a drink and a bite to eat. Anybody interested?" said a lizardman, some of the Lizardman that the King had subjected stayed behind to defend the city.
This Lizardman had pink hair and had the kind of skin that reminded many of a tiger.
It was surprising how non-humans got along with each other even though it was so easy for their 'companionship' to turn into a bloodbath.
A break? he thought, then he noticed it was sundown.
It would be a good time to take a break and for some reason, he was really craving a drink even though he didn't really eat and when he did eat, it was human flesh.
"I'll go," he suddenly said, getting many to look his way. The Lizardman was happy to see him.
He then began to make his way to the Lizardman and when he was close enough, both of them want down the steps.
"Cordigon," said the Lizardman.
"Gazef," he said.
Then he was led to where the others were and he introduced himself before they all walked out of the tower and began to head well into town.
They weren't the only group of monsters to be seen but they were certainly the most eye-catching.
The humans who were brave enough to stay behind, where now slightly braver at the sight of a large group of monsters and didn't immediately run away in terror.
"This is the place," said the Lizardman(you should use Cordigon now as his name has been revealed) and one by one they all walked into the establishment.
Only to encounter Humans.
Lots and lots of humans, crowding around several round tables, stationed a good distance away from each (other) and drinking their sorrows away.
However, the moment they entered, the noise died a silent and terrible death, as the humans turned around and stared.
It was certainly the most depressing place he had ever entered.
"Momo. Give us 30 glasses," said the Lizardman cheerfully.
It took them all a moment to realise who 'Momo' was.
She was a middle-aged woman with blond hair with streaks of white in it, she wore a typical server's uniform.
"Cordigon. You're back again?" said the woman.
They all blinked.
Eh?
They all couldn't help but notice the comfortable feeling between them.
Could it be?
The Lizardman and the human woman were friends?
He discovered something shocking today.
They were then shown to a large round table where everybody watched as they sat down.
And the woman began to fill a ton of glasses with alcohol.
Her poor daughter was made to carry them one by one to the table, she had short blond hair and blue eyes, young and clearly terrified.
However, there was no law in the Country that stated that Non-humans and Humans couldn't drink under the same roof.
Did she want to be charged with race discrimination, when they were clearly paying customers?
The young girl went back and forth from the counter to them, never quite staying at the table for too long.
When there were enough drinks on the table, some of them began to take the glasses.
Looking around and seeing how some of the monsters on the table drank, was enough to turn a human's stomach green.
Some weren't even drinking it, the liquid just went straight through them and ended up on the floor.
He could just see the surprise he got as he raised the glass to his lips and drank, like a seasoned Human drinker.
He couldn't help but smile when he thought about their reaction if they saw 'how' he ate.
"This is really good alcohol," he said.
"It should be. I discovered this place last week," said the Lizardman, before saying. "We're splitting the bill, right?"
Some non-humans made editable sounds while others sounded creepily Human.
That's when he heard.
"Are you crazy? Don't go over there," came a man's voice from across the bar.
Gazef smile grew larger.
So, there was a human willing to come to this table out of their own free will?
"But that person sounds like him," said another man.
Sounds like who? Gazef wondered, did the non-human sitting next to him steal a human's voice?
"Are you insane!? Why would Gazef Stronoff, the Warrior Captain be here!? And drinking with monsters!? Didn't you hear? The man is dead! Killed on that terrible day. The whole Kingdom mourned his death including the King and when they went to bury him, many people saw his dead body with their own eyes."
It would be a lie if he didn't freeze when he heard the name 'Gazef Stronoff' which was his name.
But Royal Captain to the Kingdom?
The human was dead.
Did master name me after a famous human? he thought. To think a human would be so great that his Master would name him after him.
His memories began seeing Master so there was no way, he would ever think that, that his memories actually reached much further.
He had seen countless non-humans look like full grown adults but were only a week old.
And him, guarding a Country that was weaker than the Country he was born in, was enough to make him burst out into full-blown laughter at how ridiculous it was.
There was no way, the Warrior Captain Gazef Stronoff could be him.
And scene!
Next chapter, the tired King of the Kingdom gets a surprise when he asks a little boy to show him his stance and he's not the only one in the room who is surprised. The king sends a small group out to find the masked man, which include Climb and Brian. Review/fav and follow!