2 The Husband and his Wife (1/2)

The village was small, situated at the edge of the river. The villagers depended on the river. They fished and cast nets for salmon and trout that populated its waters. One fisherman walked slowly with a frown on his face. His big, wide arms the size of logs hauled two large fish back to his hut. He wasn't looking forward to returning. The gash on the side of his side reminded him of him of why he wasn't looking forward to returning.

This morning, a boy with a sword at his waist snagged his net, pulling him into the water with him. The sword came loose and created a big gash in his side. It wasn't enough to perturb a strong man like him, but he didn't appreciate the possibility of a sickness or disease occurring due to this wound. Again, the wound wasn't enough to perturb a strong man like him, but the actions of his wife perturbed him the most... She kept the wounded man in their house! She tended to his wounds! The strong man entered the house and voiced his complaints, while another man lay in their bed.

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”What about my wounds?” he said.

”I'll tend to yours next!” she said, ”Don't you see the bullet lodged in his arm? He must've been bleeding for days. It's a miracle he's alive.”

”Well,” said the husband, ”It's to be expected of Black-cloths like him. They're sturdy... and trouble!”

”Don't you go talking like that! Now, help me take off his clothes!”

The husband laughed and said, ”Don't you know little fool? Those clothes are a brand, created to be worn forever, a mystical cloth made to brand fallen nobles forever. They can't be taken off, especially because their powers would be unrestrained if removed.”

”Black-cloths?” she said.

”Yes, Black-cloths,” he said, ”they're not your usual criminals. They're precious special ability users reduced to mere slaves... The only reason they don't put collars around them is because they were once nobles. Gods... What a stupid wife I've bought myself...”

The petite lady, with light green skin and pale blue hair looked down into the ground.

”It's not my fault...” she said, ”I just haven't been to the city before like you have.”

”Well, you're darn right!” he said, ”A fragile lass like you wouldn't last a second! A LITERAL SECOND”