Capítulo 37: Mistaken For Dead
The feeling of being hit at the back of his head, pain. He became unconscious as he glanced on the person who hit him.
He couldn't see anything but could hear the footsteps, closer and closer until it stopped. His body was being hit once more and more and more.
Fortunately, the armour absorbed most of the damage before it reached his own body. Then, it stopped, they just stopped and the footsteps stray further and further.
Then he heard them talking about something he couldn't understand. At that very moment, he opened his eye; the feeling was unbelievably painful when he was being hit by them.
But now it's gone, just gone like AirPods pro. They realised he was awake and start charging toward him. He just calmly shot them one by one using his bow until his quiver is empty.
He pulled his naginata while they kept coming closer and closer, all of this happened while his head was blooding, some blood went into his eye but he didn't care.
He slashed all the incoming enemies with the fighting style he saw when sparing with Fumihiko and the others samurai.
He saw the leader of this gang leaving the scene and going into a separate room, but he didn't care about him, he just kept slashing and slashing any people incoming to him.
Not long after, almost all of them were on the ground, moveless, dead. He saw a person coming to him. This is different from the others.
While the other using simple armour, this one used samurai armour. On his hand is Kanabo, some kind of bat with some spikes.
He knew instantly that the person in the samurai armour was the one that hit him earlier. He saw the weapon when he glanced at the person earlier, and there he saw the same weapon.
He was wary of him but the enemy underestimated him, the enemy just standing there not in his fighting stance. More like celebration stance, like he won the fight before it even starts or something.
He heard the door to the other room that the leader has gone to open, and there he was, the leader. The person in samurai armour turned his back to Arden as he saw the leader.
Arden used this chance to attack him. He aimed for his neck. Instantly, his naginata slashed through the opening of the armour between the neck and the body.
The naginata slashed the head as it was covered in red and thick blood. The head itself became flying to the wall before it bounces to the floor.
The leader got into the room before he saw the beheading process of his subordinate in the samurai armour. He thought he was going to win the fight, but no.
Arden opened the door leading to the other room, and he saw his squire tied with a rope, unconscious and his sister tied with rope too. But she is conscious.
The leader was naked, and he almost got into Elise, but he saw Arden and didn't even flinch. He just casually grabbed his Katana and made his fighting stance. Boss battle!!!!
'This is the leader, he must have a better experience than others' Arden thought to himself and wary of him.
The room were half size the previous room, and it's good enough to be a fighting arena. They are the participant, fighting each other in the room.
At the same time, they charged at each other, Arden aimed for his head and swung his naginata. It was easily blocked, and the person kicked him at the chest.
Pushing him back and then stepping forward before getting pushed aback by the naginata's other end. The distance between them is around 3 meters.
As they began to wary at each other and circle before charging to each other again. They charged each other and Arden stopped midway and wait for him to come remembering the thing Totoya did at the spar.
The leader charged right into him and he swung his naginata down at him. The enemy blocked his attack, and they started to wrestle using their strength.
His mind filled with anger, he overpowered his opponent and his opponent fell to the ground. He did a sweeping attack like he was sweeping the floor using a broom.
His opponent blocked it while facing the side and then kicked him at the stomach. Him being pushed aback suddenly dropped his naginata.
His opponent got the chance to stand up and once again, they wary at each other. Now he is with his sword, the weapon he masters the best.
They charged each other once again, and he used himself as bait as he grits his teeth and grip his sword as fast as possible.
His opponent took the bait happily and stabbed his body, missing any important organs. The Katana's guard touched the body.
He smiled at his opponent and with his sword, he swung it from the right side of his body to the left side of his body.
The head got separated from the body easily and fly to the floor as the body drop down and made a kneel pose before lying down moveless at the floor as the blood pours from the neck of the dead body.
Not long after, he began felling to the ground, blacked out because of the pain he got in the fight. As he dropped slowly, he saw his sister, now free from the rope and running to aid him.
It's no use, he just lies unconscious at the floor before anyone came and take him to the doctor, looks like he will be getting another permanent stab mark in his body.
Much slower than the one he got from fighting the rebel at the town of
He got to his unconscious realm and there is nothing there, just blackness and more blackness at the distance, not even a single tint of light there.
1 minute there and he got woken up by the sound of prayer in the language he is trying to learn. He opened his eye a little and realized his entire body covered in cloth and he couldn't move at all.
There are people trying to transfer him to a coffin for the dead as he tried to move his body. Not long after, his body was in the coffin and the coffin was closed and he saw more blackness.
He felt the coffin was being lifted and then carried to the grave that he would probably reside for the rest of his life if he does not escape from the coffin now.
15 more minutes of more struggling and he could hear the coffin being dropped into the grave and the dirt starts filling the grave until it's filled.
'Is this the end of my journey, being buried alive by the people who had mistaken me for death' He thought to his self before the urge of him to start closing his eye to rest for eternity.
But he refused to die, his willpower is stronger than the heaven's and he slowly moving his body. Even if it's still hurt a little, he keeps trying and trying.
Until he could move his body fully, like a normal human being. All of the time he spent struggling finally showed the outcome after 1 hour of him struggling.
All this time, he does not realize his sword beside him all this time and he came out with a marvellous idea. Using his own sword as a shovel. But first, he needed to open the coffin.
Of course it's not possible with all the dirt above it that contribute more weight to it. Then it struck into his mind. The place has no fresh circulating in it.
He need to escape as fast as possible and he began bursting the wooden cover, calmly and not rushing. The more he panicked, the more fresh air he would use on the thing he is doing.
Not long after he started bursting it, it finally showed the result. Some dirt fell into the coffin and now he has less space than before as the dirt took his place.
He started stabbing at the opening and once the guard hit the dirt; he pushed the grip into the opposite direction of his body and the blade started pushing the dirt into his body direction.
Slowly but surely, there is a hole that goes straight up from the coffin to the outside world. Now, there is a place for the fresh air to circulate so he could really take his time.
He started making the hole bigger and bigger to the point he could use it as his escape from the grave. But… not long after it reached a squirrel-sized hole, the rain starts coming.
It's a good news and bad news. All of his progress could be reseted in an instant, at the same time, his thirst would be gone because of the water coming to him.
'I could redo it if the rain reset all the progress, better continue on making the hole bigger right now' He thought to himself and continue his work.
He almost got a hole with the size he could fit into, but the water starts coming faster and faster. His progress was reseted, even though not all of it is reseted.
He still has the small-sized hole for the air to circulate and he could at least breath there. He waited and waited until the rain is gone and he redoes his work from the small hole.
3 hours of him struggling to make the hole bigger finally paid off, he made a pretty big sized hole with only his sword that now has turned into a dull one because all the rock and other thing it hits.
He peeked his head and saw the place they buried him on. A hill, with many other gravestones on it and wooden walls surrounding it.
There is some wooden tower and then the gate in the middle with a small wood building, like a guard post.
He climbed out of the grave and began making his way to the guard post to ask the question. Because of the rain, some dirt became half mud, and he got dirty because of that.
With the dirty dead's clothing and a sword, the guard could mistake him for zombie but he didn't care and just wanted to go back and meet his sister and others.
Wondering if they are doing fine or not since the incident where he killed the boss of the yakuza
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