Chapter 54 (1/2)
54.BLACK AND WHITE MIXING WITH TOGETHER
Using the gravity in his favor, Volf increased his speed even more. None of his subordinates were able to keep up with him. Similarly, Willian was going up the mountain, running to meet his opponent. Looking at both, whose moves would go over their expectations, they could see there was a big disparity between them and the two.
The white was anger. The reason for it was due to his failure of letting Volf escape from the hole he made. It would greatly damage his career if he was to be responsible for their defeat. Because of that, he was overflowing with anger.
The black was happiness. He didn´t imagine Willian would display such technique that would go against his expectations to that extent. He was leaking a genuine smile due to the existence of Willian Rivius, a worthy opponent.
“Mercenary!”
The slash of the white, Willian Rivius, shone. Using the attack made with the advantage of the height and his jumping strength, Volf swiftly avoided the attack. At the instant Volf landed, he turned around and decisively slashed at Willian. Even though Volf should have got him from the back, Willian raised the scabbard that was at his waist and stroke it at the base of the sword, making it turn away.
“White Mask!”
The black, Volf, still had one sword left for use. The absurdness of dual wielding shone at situations like that. Against Willian, who was still with his back turned to him, Volf swiftly swung his sword. It was a cut aimed at the upper part of the knee; the most difficult to avoid However, there was no way Willian would be done with just that while still having his back exposed. Turning around with a swing from the opposite direction of Volf´s slash was his sword.
“っぉ!?”
“Gh!?”
Volf´s sword won in the speed. However, Willian won in terms of force. Guessing that he would be in disadvantage in case he was to keep up in this exchanges, Volf overextended himself in order to keep up with Willian´s blade. Both Willian, who repelled the sword before it could build up power, and Volf, whose stance became bad due to how he got the trajectory of his sword forcefully changed, were sent back by each other´s force.
““”This guy!?”””
Although the two had a similar upbringing, the paths they walked were completely different.
White polished his sword while having as his instructor the books; what composed the acc.u.mulation of knowledge he had been piling up. He stole the wisdom of the predecessors of that knowledge and reached this height. That was Willian´s blade.
Black polished his sword with only his own experiences. Without learning from anyone or stealing from anyone, he had come all this way by bringing out from inside himself his peerlessness. That was Volf´s blade.
The two were contrastive. However, there was one point they had in common. Only one very important point that they were similar in.
It was that they believed themselves to be the best of all without having any doubts or hesitations, and that they would carry on without giving in at all. There were no deviations. There were no distractions. Even if there were, they would crawl out of them and use it as nourishment for themselves. It was because of that that the two looked similar.
The youngsters Willian and Volf; white and black…
“Hey, hey… Isn´t he on par with our leader?”
They were at the same height. If one was to take in account their age, both were very young for their strength. Besides, the white still had much room to improve. Their endlessly increasing craving for strength of the two was similarly originated from despair. It was because of that they didn´t stop. They couldn´t stop.
“Aren´t you really good, hey!”
The black wolf howled. The path of seeking the truth he has been walking on. There was another idiot that had also followed through that path up to that point. The thirst of the aloof wolf was satiated. He wasn´t alone. It existed in enmity. In there was an existence comparable to him.
“Die already!”
The crowd of corpses raised cries of resentment. The black wolf that has been walking on the path for the top was standing in his way. He was just like Willian, believing oneself to be superior than anyone. To believe he was ahead more than anyone of their generation.
That was happiness/hatred.
“To think there would be someone of the same generation that was as capable as our leader.”
Willian continued to well handle Volf, who surpa.s.sed him in speed, with his movements that embodied rationality. Volf had speed; Willian had certainty. It was a battle for. The wolf and the crowd of corpses were both eating each other, and making each other rise. Both increased in absurdness the more they would trade up blows.
“““Uooooooooooooooooooooooooaaaaaaa!””“
Forgetting even to breath, they were madly dancing at the mountain. With the swords grazing the two, the blood of both flew. They were coloring the world of harvesting flowers; swords that sprouted on the ground as flowers. It was impossible for others to enter the world the two built. (TL note: Not sure ->剣が地に生える草花を刈り取り世界を彩る<- =””>_<>
Volf´s subordinates gulped.
To them who couldn´t help but keep watching the battle, the spectacle of the ones at the apex continued.
It was a battle that seemed to continue endlessly. However, the end suddenly came.
“Willian!”
It was Karl and his troops, who had finally arrived, allbeit late. If it was only this much, Volf could still run away if including his subordinates. There was no need to be in hurry over his match. However…
“Volf! The sound of horses is getting closer! It will be bad if we keep up like this!”
The sound of hooves. In other words, Gilberto´s cavalry were approaching. As to be expected, it would be too heavy of a baggage for Volf to take on both Willian and Gilberto.
“Shut up! It was just starting to get good! Don´t get in my way!”
However, Volf wouldn´t yield now that he was absorbed on the battle. Even in this situation, he wanted to continue the duel. All his subordinates could do was to get in panic. And then…
“Two foolish people. One way or another, that one is our ally. Kill the black one.”
With an overwhelming speed, Gilberto and his cavalry appeared at the place. That was checkmate. In ill feelings, sweat ran down the backs of Volf´s subordinates. Annihilation: the word that surged at their head and expressed their despair.
“Trample them down.”
Gilberto gave his orders as they were charging. Their aim was Volf and his subordinates.
“s.h.i.+t! If I knew that was how it would be, I would have spent all my money to buy a woman.”
The black mercenaries prepared for battle. They was no way they weren´t capable. They went along with Volf to take down the enemy headquarters after all. They were considered very skillful even among their mercenary group.
“Hmph! As if footsoldiers can best knights!”
Infantry and cavalry. The fundamental disparity in specs. Moreover, the enemy were knights directly under Gilberto´s command. They were people that originally weren´t supposed to be under a centurion.
“Even though we took quite the big head there, if our leader gets taken down, then we will all be dying for nothing, d.a.m.n it!”
They were mercenaries. They have set their resolve to lose their lives long ago. But even so, it wasn´t their real hopes that they would be dying in such manner. They had to have their leader make it through this situation of checkmate somehow. They had to keep their wolf leader, who they were fascinated with, alive at all costs.