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Chapter 3- The Natives

Date: unknown

Location: 1. World (Oritsu), a lane

[from Kaito's perspective]

The sun shone hot on my sweaty back. No, actually it were 2 suns that bullied me right now.

We were on our way to the native camp to obtain weapons and armor from them, provided they were peaceful. Everywhere on the edges of the astonishingly paved path there were stones, around the path there was only grass, some bushes and sometimes larger rocks.

We'd certainly been on the road for several hours now. Mukanshin had accidentally stumbled over a rock and hit his knee, causing it to bleed. The field medic from Boryōku's squad took care of it with military professionalism, then they went on. While everyone in the group was physically destroyed at the moment, the soldiers were bursting with strength.

"Wimps," one said.

"How exactly will we go again and how far is it still?" Chariti asked.

"We should be there soon. According to the map, our camp is at the very bottom in the south, the indigenous camp in the southwest, the devil horns exactly in the middle, the moon mountain up in the north and the Lonely Tree down in the southeast," Shūkyō answered.

We marched on for a few minutes as a loud trumped sound suddenly broke the silence. Immediately human-like beings with spears and axes appeared all around the group, while they uttered loud, incomprehensible cries of battle.

"Format!" Boryōku roared. "Defend yourselves!"

With the weapons that Mukanshin and a few soldiers had wisely made beforehand, I tried to fight as best I could, but the long sharp stones that were supposed to represent knives and a couple of unsuccessful stone axes were of limited use to withstand the savages.

Suddenly another loud trumpet sound roared, causing more of these primitives to emerge from behind rocks and join the fight, but strangely enough they attacked the other natives.

"What the hell is going on here?" shouted a soldier a few steps away from me, then he was impaled by a spear. He fell to the ground with a gasp.

I charged the attacker with my axe and split his skull, causing blood to splash on my face which made a metallic taste on my tongue.

"Try to get through at one point!" I heard Mukanshin shout from somewhere. "As long as they fight each other, we have to use the chance to escape!"

In the meantime I was being harassed by several opponents at the same time, I managed to throw my knife in the face of one, which caused an ugly reaction, and grabbed his spear, whereupon I finished another.

Suddenly I felt a sharp pain on my forearm. A third had grazed my arm with a short knife,          now streaks of blood ran down it. With an effort, I managed to get him into a headlock.

An ugly crack in the neck area made the body slack. I let go of him, at the same moment I saw another native rushing towards me out of the corner of my eye, but it was already too late.

Suddenly a spear tore into the middle of the attacker's torso and slashed him from chest to stomach. A pool of blood formed on the floor.

"Be careful, you silly! Next time nobody will help you!" Boryōku shouted, who had previously killed five more savages with his bare fists. Not a miracle, I painfully remembered the chin hook. I looked around quickly. All over the floor were corpses of the enemies and of our soldiers, limbs and blood, all the red in the green grass almost looked like some kind of work of art.

Then I saw Aima to my left, who was having trouble with two rather stronger primitives. I ran over to her and together we defeated her attackers.

"Thanks," she said, pausing for a moment, then she kept fighting.

Although we were doing fine at the moment, more and more attackers seemed to be coming.

"There are just too many!" Chariti shouted. "We're running out of strength!"

"That is why there is no talking during the fight, you saint," Don'yoku's voice came from somewhere. He was doing very well with his knives and his small stature, like lightning his knives seemed to cut through all enemies. At the place where he stood there were almost piling up corpses already! "That is not normal!" I thought, then I had to deal with another enemy.

Suddenly the sky turned completely red, as if the white clouds were full of blood just as the ground. The natives began to shout in their incomprehensible language and to pace back and forth in panic. If they had a formation before, it was definitely no longer there. A flash of red hissed past me and terrified me.

"What the hell .." Boryōku muttered when he saw it, too.

Little by little the bolt hissed through the savages, leaving nothing but screams and blood.

„Don'yoku..??"

For the first time, Mukanshin seemed to be moved by an emotion.

I took a closer look since all the natives had no time to fight.

In fact, it was Don'yoku. He almost looked demonic, red lightning snaked around him and red clothes that hadn't been there before now replaced his old ones. He ran impossibly fast and ruthlessly stabbed any opponent who was in his way with his deadly knives.

Were these the powers Meishu had been talking about? The terrible aura that surrounded us all matched the multiple killer Don'yoku, so maybe it adapted to the user. What would happen to me? Something worse?

The lightning suddenly stopped and the sky turned back to its original color just as quickly as before. Don'yoku stood in front of the last still alive savage. The last?! He had eliminated dozens of enemies in seconds!

The primitive whimpered. Everything combative about him was completely gone.

He knelt down and bent his face to the floor.

"Calu," he repeated over and over in a tearful voice. "Calu ... Calu ... Calu!" He nodded while he was bowing his head.

"What's wrong with him?" Said Aima. I hadn't even noticed that she was standing next to me because I was so fascinated by the power and the fear of the savage.

"This retarded man probably worships Don'yoku as some kind of god," Shōkyū replied. "An exorcism could be more useful here!"

"Stop that nonsense, Shōkyū! Men, stand up and let yourself be counted!" Boryōku ordered. "How many men have we lost?"

In just one fight we had lost 11 soldiers, now the hacker team, Boryōku and 18 men were still left.

Suddenly we heard a strange language. Don'yoku was talking to the native? How could he understand him? After a brief exchange of words between Don'yoku and the now petty savage, Don'yoku turned to us.

"He's taking us to his camp," he explained. "Since he thinks I am Calus, the god of death, the other natives will not dare to attack us"

Still astonished, the group began to walk on without speaking.