-1 Prologue (1/2)

A war that broke off 19 years ago between two nations of which had caused the death of thousands of men and innocents, showed no signs of it ending.

However, as soon as they became aware of the exhaustion and the shortcoming of their soldiers as the conflict continues, the two rulers in odds agreed to sign in accordance. Shortly later, they called the signing of the two nations, the [Treaty Agreement].

Announcing the two nations living in peace, even if it was non-permanent, it brought extreme happiness and contentment to the citizens.

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Town of Peithe.

2 years after the [Treaty Agreement].

At the present time, the vessel everyone was waiting for moved smoothly as a person dropped the anchor into the water, steering down in the docks. Along with the crowd cursing and pushing each other, with the same wish to go near the vessel ship, it revealed the fresh pulled out fishes piled on its deck and allowing the foul smell of fishes reeked through the air.

”Aye, sailin' safe!” the loud shout stirred through the busy crowd and a man exposed himself on the deck, blocking the crowd's view of the fresh-caught fishes.

When he heard the voice of which was definitely from the captain, he tried to make his way to the small spaces of the hoarding people, clashing their bodies to one another. Desiring to set foot on the dock, he suffered from the other men pushing him down that caused him to lose balance and bumped someone to his side.

”Watch it, boy!” The man who he bumped into grabbed his collar and dragged him away.

However, instead of expressing his apologies as the man shoved him off the crowd, it only added fuel to the flames from the forming frustration inside of him. Letting his anger dwelled in him, he clenched his fist, and with no hesitation in his thoughts, he swung his fist and punched the man on his side.

”You watch it, old fart!”

”Ack! What did you say, you shit?!” the man exclaimed, placing a hand on the area where he was attacked.

Although the huge difference in their size was extremely obvious, he shrugged it off as if it was nothing to the boy when he fixed his posture and readied himself from charging to the man. ”I said let us have a brawl, trash!”

”Haha! Did you call that an attack? Even an infant can do well than that. Drink your mother's milk first before challenging me, child!” After seeing the boy with his lousy posture, he could not help but treat him as an object of ridicule.