Capítulo 33: Part 4: Friend or Foe?
Kazuki's pulse raced and his breath caught in his throat. Sweat dripped from his forehead, as he stood as still as possible, surrounded by the bandits. Their expressions were equally tense, eyes darting back and forth, hearts pounding like drums. The atmosphere was thick with unease, yet they remained ignorant of the hidden danger lurking behind the bushes.
"Keep your wits about you," Yamazaki warned, tension lacing every syllable. "Something doesn't feel right."
"Maybe it's just the animals," another bandit muttered under his breath.
As the words left his lips, a sudden rustling emerged from the foliage. In an instant, a deadly spear burst through the bushes with incredible speed. Kazuki barely had time to react as the weapon grazed his cheek, the force enough to throw him to the ground. Blood trickled down his face.
"AGHH!" The yell tore from his throat, raw and harsh, echoing through the quiet forest. He squeezed his eyes shut, and touched his cheek, his body shaking from the impact and the rush of adrenaline. But the pain was a distant concern compared to what he saw next.
Yamazaki had not been so fortunate. The grotesque puncture wound in his skull was proof enough that the spear had found its mark. His lifeless body crumpled to the ground, blood pooling beneath him. The bandits stared in shock, rendered speechless by the sight.
"Wh-what just happened?" one stammered, fear trembling in his voice.
"Yamazaki... he's dead!" another shouted, panic rising as the reality set in.
Kazuki struggled to regain his bearings, his mind racing with terror and confusion. He tried to steady himself, to focus on the present moment as he fought against the urge to succumb to panic.
"Run!" someone yelled, finally shattering the fragile silence that had enveloped them all. The bandits scattered like frightened rabbits, abandoning Kazuki and the woman where they lay.
The woman, left behind in the chaos of the bandits' flight, sobbed as she tried to shield her eyes from the gruesome sight of Yamazaki's remains. Her hands trembled as she attempted to cover her face, tears streaming down her cheeks. She was unable to speak, her body wracked with sobs.
"Who... who's there?" Kazuki called out, desperation tinging his voice. His gaze returned to the bushes from which the spear had emerged, and he braced himself for whatever might come next.
Kazuki's attention was drawn away from the woman by a rustling in the bushes. He tensed, preparing for another attack, but what emerged was not what he had expected.
The figure that stepped through the bushes was a tall, muscular man, with brown eyes and his athletic build clear evidence of a life dedicated to physical prowess. His long, untamed brown hair hung loose around his shoulders, framing a face covered in scars.
"Mother!" the man called out cheerfully, seemingly unfazed by the carnage around him. He strode towards the weeping woman, his movements confident and deliberate.
Kazuki couldn't help but stare in awe at the young man, who seemed so nonchalant despite the bloodshed he'd just caused.
"Are you alright?" the spearman asked the woman, his voice gentle and concerned. With one hand, he helped her up, supporting her weight as she continued to cry. The other hand held the spear that had ended Yamazaki's life, its tip still dripping with blood.
the woman looked up at her son with a mixture of relief and terror. She appeared to be in her late forties, her once-youthful features now marred by worry lines and the weight of years spent in hardship. Her unkempt hair was a dull shade of brown, much like her son's, though it lacked the wild energy that seemed to radiate from him.
"Who are you?" Kazuki managed to choke out, his voice barely audible. The mysterious figure glanced in his direction, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"Let's get you home, Mother," he said, ignoring Kazuki's question. "You don't need to see any more of this."
As the spearman led the woman away, Kazuki couldn't help but feel a mixture of fear, curiosity, and even admiration for the man whose mere presence had scattered the bandits and saved both his life and that of the woman.
As the mother clung to her powerful son, she couldn't help but glance back at Kazuki, who still stood rooted in shock. Her eyes welled with tears, and as they spilled over onto her cheeks, she shakily raised a hand, pointing a trembling finger toward the young man.
"Please," she choked out through her sobs. "He helped me... Can we not do something for him?"
The spearman tilted his head curiously, casting a sideways glance at Kazuki. He seemed puzzled, as if he hadn't expected Kazuki's presence to hold any significance.
"Ah, so you're the one who tried to save my mother....interesting," he mused softly, taking a moment to appraise Kazuki before shifting his attention back to his mother. "Very well mother. It makes since to offer him some form of gratitude."
Turning his gaze back to Kazuki, the spearman's face broke into a warm, wide smile, completely at odds with the chilling violence he'd just displayed. His tone was light and friendly, as if they were merely discussing the weather and not the aftermath of a brutal confrontation.
"Hey, samurai," he called out, making an effort to appear non-threatening. "My mother tells me you stepped in to help her. That's quite honorable of you, and I appreciate it.
Why don't you come with us to our home? We can get you cleaned up, and I'll make sure to cook you the best raman in all of Toyooka city. It will be a meal to fill your stomach. What do you say?"
The spearman's cheerful demeanor was disarming, but the memory of Yamazaki's grisly death remained fresh in his mind. Could he really trust this man whose fury seemed to know no bounds?
As if reading Kazuki's thoughts, the spearman offered a reassuring nod. "I promise you'll be safe in our company," he said, his voice gentle and sincere. "Please, let us repay your kindness."
Taking a deep breath, Kazuki mustered the courage to accept the invitation. He couldn't deny that the prospect of a hot meal was enticing, and there was something about the spearman – however fearsome his abilities – that inspired a strange sense of trust.
"Alright," Kazuki finally agreed, nodding slowly as he got up and took a cautious step forward. With each subsequent step, the lingering terror began to subside, replaced instead by a sense of loyalty and camaraderie toward the mother and son who had so unexpectedly entered his life.
The hunger gnawing at Kazuki's insides intensified with each step, a reminder of the desperate situation he had been in not too long ago. He tried to focus but his stomach was killing him.
"Are you alright?" the spearman asked suddenly, concern etched on his face as he looked back at Kazuki.
"Yes," Kazuki replied, his voice quivering slightly. "Just... tired and hungry."
"Understandable," the spearman said, his tone gentle and empathetic. "We'll be home soon, and I'll make sure you get something to eat."
"Thank you," Kazuki whispered, his throat tight with emotion.
As they continued walking, Kazuki found himself lost in thought. Who was this man, and why did he feel so drawn to him? Given the circumstances of their meeting, it was natural to assume that the spearman's past was likely one filled with violence and conflict.
And yet, there was also an undeniable warmth in his demeanor, as if the darkness that surrounded him was merely a facade to protect something far more vulnerable or maybe even something sinister.
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ToshiroOne we are in Toyooka City so here is a little bit about this place. Just a small lesson from Toshiro Sensei :)
80% of Toyooka is surrounded by nature, with the Maruyama River flowing through the center cultivating a beautiful landscape and a rich environment. ( during the edo period )
for the next chapter the characters will be next to a beach. :) lets see how kazuki gets to the bottom of who and what is this spearman.
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