Chapter 52 (1/2)
52.THE OUTSTANDING ONES
“What in the world… is happening?”
The young regiment commander. He had been walking in the highway of the elites. He didn´t have any harsh defeats in his military record. Moreover, the upper bra.s.s of the military would raise him carefully and do close investigations before sending him in the battlefield. It was because of that that…
“I don´t understand.”
…he couldn´t understand what was happening.
“Whistle*, that was a pretty nice defense. It wasn´t bad. It wasn´t bad, you know.”(TL note: English onomatopoeias for whistling are all weird 0.0 )
Said the man that would run around the battlefield like a hurricane. After seeing his smile filled with confidence on his face, it was impossible to think he could be defeated. The headquarters were being devoured; devoured by black wolves that suddenly attacked.
[My name is Volf, the [Black Wolf], and those guys are the [Noir Guard]. Engrave it in your heart. I, we will devour you up!]
The man had a bloodthirsty and vivid s.h.i.+ne to him. The man that leaded the black wolves: Volf, the [Black Wolf].
“Don´t… be kidding me!”
The young regiment commander was stubborn. They were being defeated by the smaller group despite being the position of superior numbers. Having his pride on the line, there was no way he could accept such thing.
“Hou. That´s an ok aura. People that “have it” are really different.”(TL note: An word impossible to translate to english ->持ってる<- it=”” is=”” when=”” someone=”” have=”” something=”” special=”” to=”” them.=”” the=”” word=”” “successful”=”” would=”” be=”” a=”” good=”” way=”” to=”” describe=”” the=”” meaning.=”” by=”” the=”” way,=”” i´m=”” pretty=”” sure=”” he=”” isn´t=”” talking=”” about=”” the=”” “aura”=””>
His aura intensified. The regiment commander charged. Seeing his figure, his subordinates were inspired. With the spirit of the regiment commander increasing, the morale of the soldiers also skyrocketed. As a commander, he was a model to follow.
“However…”
However, that “model to follow” was too far away from that man´s standards. His way of fighting, and his war strategies were all self-taught. The man couldn´t act in accord to the textbooks. He couldn´t bear to receive a.s.sistance from average people. As a commander, he was filled with holes. However, there was just one thing; there was only one part the man excelled at more than anyone.
“Uooooooooo!”
That was vitality. More than anyone, he had the strength acquired by living in a world of desperation. Because of that, he was strong. Because of that, he was wise. It was because of that that he could brought forward. 力も、知識も、人の後に生まれたものなのだから。(Tl note: No idea T.T)
“…anything you may have, I have it much more!”
The regiment commander´s sword, the aura he exerted, and his body and equipment were all cut within an instant. Besides, there were two slash marks. The claws and fangs of the black wolf tore through everything. (TL note: ->それも二筋の軌跡にて<- i=”” don´t=”” know=”” how=”” to=”” put=”” this=”” in=”” english=”” well=”” -.-=””>
“Oops, I forgot to ask his name. ….Well, I guess it´s fine. After all, I would forget it.”
There were two canine teeth. A. The absurdity of his sword techniques were due to it being self-taught.
“See you, average guy I don´t know the name.”
Volf didn´t learn from anyone. That was because he knew for sure he was the best.
Volf didn´t rely on anyone. That was because he knew for sure he was the best.
Volf didn´t acknowledge anyone. That was because he knew for sure he was the best.
“With that, we are all the way in the lead. I just need to walk forward to victo… or I guess not.”
Volf was controlling flow of the war. However, there was still a persisting irregularity. Although Nikka failing her task was still within expectations, it was rare for there to be someone persisting through to that point. But more importantly than that…
“To think he would get the upper hand while being up against Anatour… You really can do it, White Mask.”
Originally, Volf had planned for himself to be the one fighting there. But it ended up not being possible. He didn´t feel like he would be able to make a regiment commander like Anatour move after all. The reason why Anatour was fighting there was because he decided to take the same route Willian did. (TL note:->アナトール自身が己も出るというまでは、ウィリアムの描いた絵図と同じ絵図を描いていた<- i´m=”” guessing=”” it=”” is=”” path=”” route=”” since=”” the=”” word=”” used=”” -=””>絵図<- means=”” painting,=”” drawing.=”” the=”” way=”” it=”” is=”” being=”” used=”” can=”” mean=”” “planning”=”” in=”” the=”” subjective=”” meaning,=”” but=”” i=”” dunno=”” if=”” it´s=”” really=”” right=”” that=”” way=””>
“The “held pieces” decides victory and defeat. Don´t think badly of me, alright?”
If Willian didn´t make his move, Anatour would become the arrow for their certain victory. But even after moving, Volf would still pierce through the enemy as the second arrow. That was the difference in the chess pieces. Considering the setup, no matter how he was to move, it would be checkmate. There was nothing that could be done anymore. It was the difference on the “held pieces”; whether one side knew of Volf´s existence or not, and the other of Willian´s existence. It was nothing but that. That difference brought forward this situation. (TL note:->ウィリアムが動かねばアナトールが必勝の矢になる。動いたとしてもヴォルフが二の矢として敵を射抜く。<- -=””>動かねば = 動かなければ ?<- by=”” the=”” way,=”” the=”” word=”” is=”” used=”” -=””>持ち駒<- “held=”” pieces”=”” is=”” that=”” in=”” shogi=”” (a=”” game=”” very=”” similar=”” to=”” chess)=”” you=”” can=”” reuse=”” the=”” captured=”” pieces,=”” holding=”” onto=”” them=”” until=”” you=”” place=”” them=”” again=”” on=”” the=””>
“Also… There is one more that made a good move.”
The other person that caught Volf´s eyes. Volf really didn´t think he was going to move out. To not move was a conclusion based on logic. Normally, one wouldn´t move. That was much more the case if one was talented. That was just how the circ.u.mstances were.
“Fuhah, how interesting.”
However, if the person was a genius, then he would move now.
Gregour was r. The very capable black mercenaries were blocking all sides. And then, although a bit stupid, there was also that problematic opponent, Nikka, the vice-leader of the Noir Guard. Although Gregour and his subordinates weren´t being annihilated due to the mercenaries´ few numbers, it didn´t mean they could get away from them. The approaching army from behind defined their time limit.
“Tch. Even though I wanted to kill you myself… That´s the end, huh?”
The rear was falling in commotion. Believing that was the end, Gregour shut his eyes.
“…If you aren´t looking here, then is it fine for me to cut your head off?”
Nikka made fun of Gregour. Gregour didn´t have any willpower remaining to be responding to that.