Black Haired King

"Wow! Fucking kids! Scumbags like you just have to give us what we got and screw it up!

"Ha!

"No! Kurt! Cecil! No, stop it! Don't hurt the two of you any more!

Such a voice I heard from the alley. A peek revealed five likely bent men surrounding and beating children my age about one below.

The girl has dark hair up to her waist. You've never seen anything but me. The two boys being beaten have brown hair, which when it comes to what the three of them have in common would be enough to be dressed as worn out.

Daita, I think these guys are about to use the girls as shields to steal from these kids and kill them because they're used up. Ha, I knew there were shadows like this even in the brilliant Wangdu.

Well, I can't help but watch. Even if you keep watching, the boys will just be killed. I enter the alley where the men are. And...

"You guys. What are you doing?"

Men looking back at my voice. The girl who was caught also looks at me. The boys just don't move. Are you losing your mind, or what?

"Damn. You're a brunette kid if you think someone's here. I lost it in a hurry."

"Sure. Hey kid. If you leave all the money behind, I'll miss you."

"Hehe, it'll add a little to the booze"

Each of the men has a humble grin and says such a thing. The girl thinks she's here to help someone gives a discouraged look to a boy the same age as she is.

Well, I don't care. I'm used to that gaze. I ignore the men's voices and approach them. The men show frustration when they get closer without the way I care.

"Hey, kid! You can't hear us! I'll kill you if you don't disappear!

The men take the knife out of their nostalgia and point the blade at me. These guys, can't you see the sword you're holding up on my hips? Or take the sword, but if you're a kid, you think you can win?

"Shit, you didn't hear me. I need to see the pain. Come on, man!

The man who was closest to me hits me with his right hand. I grab it with my left hand. Demon armor is enough. Keep twisting the man's arm outward. The man tries to step on it, but he kneels without beating my wrapped powers.

"Come on. See you! No, no, let go of me!

The man pleads for extra pain, but there's no reason to let him go. Guys like this are mostly the ones that get beat up the moment they let go. That's why I keep twisting. To those who are not meant to be. And the feeling of a boggle breaking. At that moment

"Ghaaaaaa! Ugh, no!

The man cries out as he glides around the ground like a baby.... Shut up. I heard Slam Street doesn't even have soldiers coming, but if you listen to all this, you might come.

So I step on the throat of a man rolling on the ground to shut him up. The man holds his throat with his leg and looks painful, but I keep putting my strength into my leg. And the feeling of stomping and crushing your throat. The man stopped moving as it was.

The men look flashy and compare me to their former companions who have stopped moving.

"I killed him... This guy...... this guy!!!

One of the remaining four is passionate and comes swinging a knife. I grab that knife with my right arm, with a demonic fist. With a knife of this magnitude, I can't cut my hand with a demon fist.

The man gets a little anxious not to let the knife pull or push be slightly mobile. Whisper, dammit, squeal, but don't move. Give up and let go.

I pull out the sword on my left hip with my left hand backhand. Cut the man straight up with a right cut. The man fell behind as it was wrecked.

When I stare at the other three, three of them are hippies! and a pitiful voice. When I go one step further, the men take three steps back. But when you find out I can't stop, there's a guy who was grabbing a girl.

"Here, let's negotiate! You want this girl, don't you? Or, I'll do it, just miss it! I beg you!

I say and stick the girl forward. You grabbed it in your right hand until just now, and when you stick it out to me, it's turning to your left hand. And your right hand is behind your hips.... you'll find out.

But I get close pretending I didn't notice. The look on the face of a man who was in a panic until just now turns into a lowly grin. You think I'm in a trap. And as far as I can touch the girl in a little while.

"You idiot! It took you!

The man thrusts the girl against me, swinging the knife down my face. The girl is surprised that she was suddenly pushed out of the back and jumps straight at me.

I hold the girl gently in my right hand and rotate the sword in my reverse hand. Lift the sword, which has become the usual way of holding it, to the right shoulder of the man with the knife. That's all, the man's right arm flew off his shoulder.

The man looks at his flying arm, but I slit his throat before I utter any words. Hold him down to stop the blood spilling out of his throat with his left hand, but the blood won't stop. The man died as he was.

The other two tried to escape from the scene, so they release a wind cut and fly their necks; one flew up from their necks and died, but the other fell asleep or disfigured on the way, so they cut the top off their mouths. You still had a sweet aim.

I guess this is a routine tea thing in Slam Street. The girl never cried when she saw the men die. And when we make sure they're all dead, we rush to the falling boys.

I also approached the boys to confirm that one of the two was breathing and was barely alive. The other one is already...... It's hard to say, but hard to help a living boy.

"My lady. The child on the left is already dead. That's why you give up. But the other child is still breathing. Let her drink this."

I'll give you the potion I had. The girl weeps that one boy is dead, but when she hears that the other boy is still helpful, she immediately receives the potion and makes him drink it. I guess I'm also used to people dying.

And the boy who finished his potion.

"Gee ho! Gee ho! Ko...... Ko, what?

"Kurt! Good! Good for you! If you die to Kurt, I will!

Girl holding the boy as she is. The boy sees the girl with a flashing look, but it's good to help. All right, do I dispose of the bodies of the men I killed in the meantime?

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"Thank you for your help"

A girl bows her head to me. The boy is lying in bed. We're at the inn now. The innkeeper looked disgusted when he saw the girls dressed dirty, but ignored me when I paid more.

When I hear the name, they say the boy's name is Kurt and the girl's name is Rona. They were originally between things they didn't know, but they were all working together to survive that slum city. But that place was tough to live with just the kids.

Fewer and fewer companions day by day. The Kurts who watched it on the side can be put on the words of those men. Then he was stealing and so on and giving it to the men. In return, he said he was spending some time getting rotten bread.

And when I did the same thing today and gave it to the men, they suddenly said Rona would get caught and sell it to slaves. The Kurts who disagreed with that were beaten to the scene I saw.

The men's bodies were left intact. I wanted to bring the boy's body alone, but I left it with the other bodies without any reason to carry him around the city. He apologized to the two of them but told me they had no choice.

Why did you leave it in Slam Street? Sometimes in Slam Street, the bodies are left there. And when they realized it was gone, they said someone was cleaning it up. So they say they won't find out better than carry it poorly.

But it's good that I helped these two, but I don't know what I'm going to do. There's no point in throwing it out like this.

I really overlap these two with myself, especially when I'm looking at the brunette girl, Rona. This could have happened to me if I had taken a different step. And I helped. Mr. Mistrea and the others helped me, just like me.

Come on, I wonder what's going on. Don't you dare ask two people to see it.

"I wonder if it was Rona and Kurt. What are they going to do now?

When I ask, Rona looks at Kurt for a moment and turns back to me. And...

"I want to be strong like your brother! Until earlier I thought I was weak. Dark hair is no good.

But I thought it wasn't the same when I saw my brother, whether he was brunette or someone bigger than me, who would easily take him down! Brother, will you train me!?...... I don't have any money to pay your brother. So I'll give you this body instead! So! "

I'm desperately begging you, Rona. Kurt is surprised to see Rona like that in bed. I didn't expect you to tell me to work out. It increasingly overlaps with me. Interesting. Did Mr. Mistrea think this way, too?

"I get it. I'll tell you what I can teach you. What are you gonna do?

"Oh, I want to be strong too! I've had enough licks like that!

Kurt also looks at me with a determined eye. All right, if you decide so, I won't get lost anymore either. I'm still in training, too, but let's get stronger with the two of us.

"My name is Redius. Greetings Kurt, Rona."

"Oh, say hello, brother!

"Nice to meet you, Master Redius!

I was supposed to spend these two together as companions, disciples, and squire.