In the middle of the forest there was an old broken down hut. There was a boy named Moirai holding a wooden stick that was as long as his body in the hot sun.
“Ughhh… why is this stick so heavy” said the boy.
He swung, stabbed, hit with the stick, over and over again with all his might.
Before he knew it, the night sky had closed in on the forest. He hurried back to his hut carrying the stick inside.
“Dad… mom… I’m home” Moirai said with a warm smile.
In the house was the dried-up body of Moirai’s parents. He put down the stick, then lay down between his parents.
“Ahhhh… my body feels like it’s going to break, Dad, did you know? I managed to swing, stab, and hit with my stick 1000 times without stopping? Hehe I think I’d make a great knight”
He turned his face towards his mother and said “mom I think I can cook… although the cooking is still lacking compared to mom’s cooking but… at least my cooking is still edible”.
Moirai smiled slightly.
“I guess today is my last day to stay here. Tomorrow I’m going to leave the forest because it seems like the stares of the people around are getting worse.”
“Don’t worry mom… I’ll be a great knight and will protect everyone without exception… and also I can definitely take care of myself hehe”
“Am i strong enough dad?… I think I can beat a wolf without breaking a sweat,”
“Mom and Dad… thanks for taking care of me.” Moirai said as he grasped his parents’ hands.
“Good night…mom, dad.”
Moirai Cosed his eyes and began to fall asleep. Time passed, suddenly a horde of people came to Murai’s house.
Moirai immediately realized it. He took his stick and attached a knife to the end of the stick with a rope. Murai went outside and was surprised to find people clustered with angry faces.
“What are you all doing here?” Moirai asked with a tense face.
“Hey kid. Hand over the carcass of that damn demon creature here. You carrion thieves!” Shouted one of the men.
“They’re not carcasses! They’re my parents. And don’t call them pesky creatures, my parents have helped you all with entire their lives and now why you all treating them like that!” Moirai shouted while pointing his stick.
“No matter what they do, a demon is still a demon. Do you know how many humans have become corpses because of the war against demons huh?” The citizen shouted.
“Even with the existence of just one demon, it can destroy one village, do you think we will be silent?”
“That demon is dead… you saw it yourself, I’m the one who killed that demon. So please go away… please” Moirai pleaded pleadingly.
One of the residents smiled slyly “Then can I take the body? Demon corpses are worth a lot of money so how about we share the proceeds?”
“No… you can’t,” Moirai replied shakily.
“Kekeke from the beginning we didn’t care about your opinion, everyone come forward after we sell the corpse our village will prosper khakhakha”
The villagers started to come forward. Moirai immediately set up his fighting position.
“Pfft hahaha what kind of fighting position is that,” laughed a villager.
A villager immediately approached the door of the house but was hit by Moirai until he fainted. Other villagers immediately approached him with angry faces.
Moira also fought with the villagers. Although outnumbered, he still stood in front of his house. One by one the villagers attacked him. But Moirai managed to beat them 1 by 1. Blow after blow and swing after swing of his stick against the villagers. But a villager ran towards him with his machete and swung his weapon. Moira tried to dodge but was hit in the upper left arm..
Ughh it hurts, the blood is flowing too much.
Without wasting a chance, the villagers immediately running toward him. One villager tried to attack Moirai. With difficulty, Moirai held a stick and stabbed at the villager.
‘Jleb‘
“Arghhhh…” cried the stabbed villager.
“Please… go away… no one needs to get hurt here, please…” begged Moira with a pained face.
The villagers ignored Moira’s pleas and charged straight towards him. One villager tried to approach him, but was knocked unconscious by Murai using his stick. Suddenly a villager lunged at him. Moirai frantically swung his weapon at the villager but that vilager managed to avoid the attack and immediately hit Moirai’s
face with a log.
Moirai was knocked to the ground. He immediately tried to stand up even though his vision was blurry and blood was flowing from his head. Moirai legs began to tremble as if he was going to collapse.
“Give up son, let us take the demon’s carcass, or we will be forced to finish you” said a villager.
With a trembling face Moirai said “p-please go away… please… what did they do to get that treatment”
“Because they are demons, so leave now!” The villager said.
Hearing this, Moirai tried to set up a combat position and pointed his staff towards the villagers.
Seeing that movement, one of the villagers immediately became angry and tried to attack with the torch he was carrying. Moirai immediately swung his stick towards the villager’s feet quickly. The villager fell down. Murai picked up the fallen torch, and took the torch and began to burn his own house along with the corpses of his parents who were inside.
“Please leave…” Moirai begged once again.
“You crazy bastard… that boy has been instigated by the devil… finish him!” Shouted one of the villagers.
Hearing that, Moirai lit a fire on the tip of his spear. The fire burned brightly. Moirai threw the torch into the dry grass at his house. And made a fire.
In the middle of it, some villagers tried to attack Moirai. He quickly stabbed one of the villagers who tried to attack him.
“Kugh…” groaned the villager.
Then one of the villagers tried to hit Moirai with wood. Murai who did not have time to dodge was hit in the stomach. Moirai pulled out his stick and swung at the villager who hit him earlier. The swing hit the villager in the face.
“Arghh…” cried the villager.
That left one more person trying to defeat Moirai. He tried to attack Murai with the machete he was holding. He swung the machete, but Moirai managed to dodge the attack. He also tried to attack Moirai once again. Moirai who tried to dodge but because of the various wounds he got before, made his focus disappear and was hit by the machete. With a pale face Murai tried to stay standing while enduring pain and maintaining consciousness due to loss of blood.
The man tried to finish Murai off by attacking again. Murai rushed forward and swung his staff at the man’s leg, knocking him to the ground. When the man tried to stand up but was pointed at with a stick to prevent him to get up
Moirai kicked the machete near the man and said “go away… I don’t want to hurt any more people, please… go away”.
The man immediately left with the two villagers who had been attacked by Moirai.
The bloodied body of the Moirai, and the wounds were quite severe, making Moirai fall on the grass.
“Dad … mom … can I become a knight? Hehe” Moirai said while looking at the burning hut.
The fire quickly burned around the hut. The fire was already burning around and there was no sign of stopping.
I guess… I can catch up with mom and dad now.
Moirai who had been holding the stick tightly began to release his grip. Moirai began to limp as if he was willing to die..
It hurts so much… why does everyone always want to hurt others…
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