Whispers from the forbidden horizon Chapter 6: The Shadow from Yuuyar City - 6

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"..." The wind felt much different this time, instead of the piercing cold air that shook the leaves of the trees, it was hot. Almost as if summer had arrived. Gerard firmly walked through the grassy fields towards the Templar Knights, their fixed gaze on him put an insurmountable pressure—yet he remained unfazed. As Gerard walked up the hill with his bardiche in his left hand, cloaked in a dark-red robe, Velox and his wife—alongside Nicolla and the rest of the people slowly retreated to the forest. "..." Gerard stood Infront of the brigade. The blade of his weapon pointed at the ground. Only glares were exchanged. Each front stood tall and still, it was Gerard versus a brigade of Templar Knights. If a single Templar Knight can kill a hundred soldiers, then Gerard can eradicate a platoon of Templar Knights. His odds were stacked against his favor. Gerard had marched towards his death. There was no way for him to stop such a ridiculously large army by himself. Unless there is another way for him to make use of time. But only one thing had came into his mind. As a former member of a mercenary group, he had a chance when it comes to implementing traditions. You see, Gerard was a member of the Kronos Corp, but in order for him to manage to pass and become one of them, he had to go through many trials ranging from physical to mental and psychological. In this case, "Cutlass Circle," one of the longest standing traditions of the Kronos Corp—involves two people, standing in a circle, their eyes blindfolded and their feet chained a few meters apart. Each were given a dull cutlass, and whoever gets the most wounds in a minute will be the loser, and would have to swim in alcohol if ever there is a festival. Knowing this Gerard proposed, such an ambiguous goal. He broke the silence in a statement, "I wish to challenge you all to a one versus one. As you can see, or rather from the text books—I am what they call Gerard. The Shadow of Yuuyhrar City, The Heir of Solitude. If you wish to have the opportunity to spar with such a noble figure, then I suggest you come forward." His voice resonated throughout the field. The Knights were astounded—they couldn't believe their eyes, it was Gerard in the flesh?! But that was impossible, their Intel stated that Gerard had disappeared. But now, seeing the Hero who saved Yuuyhrar from getting wiped off the map, filled them with animosity. Their colonel stood still, fixing his gaze upon Gerard with such, incompetence. He doesn't look like the one in what was described. The Colonel's halbred that carried was suddenly pointed Gerard's face, inches away from his nose. "Look, I'm not here to start a circus performance with my men. State your business and get out." Sharp words had struck Gerard, yet he remained unfazed. "What's wrong, 'gentle' men? If you're going to be a sissy like this, might as well leave your wife to me—I would've been the sexy mail man in your neighborhood!" Gerard chuckled, almost as if he shook off those insults from earlier. Gerard gently pushed away the Colonel's halbred. Making a mocking face and danced to taunt the Templar Knights before him, like a clown trying to make them the opposite of laughing. Before the Templar Knights drew their swords, Gerard followed with a question, "Tell me folks, have you ever felt what it's like to be loved by the people around you? I've heard your little performance plays and my god, they're so touching!" Gerard exaggerated his movements, almost as if acting a play in a theater. "Really touching... Imagine going through almost 20 years just to be above a soldier, you could've just played with your dolls and be the mother or dog in your childish games." Gerard laughed and mimicked the hand movements of someone doing chores. The Templar Knights couldn't hold their anger anymore. The scorching heat, the taunting, the way their formation is so tightly packed it made them even more stressful, causing them to get slightly agitated. In the heat of the mom