The Imprisoned Dragon - Blade, Dan Heng IL

1. Blade

A crazy laugh was echoing in the dark forest. The sound was getting interrupted by the thunders aggressively roaring in the rainy night.

"Is that all?" a black haired with red tips man said once he cleaned his blade on the corpse of a man. He kicked the body to distance it from him, to then stare with his flaming shiny red eyes the other men who were trembling.

"W-who are you?" asked one of the men trying to keep the hold on his sword without trembling, but the smile and those eyes a bit covered by the wet hair of the swordman were making it hard to do so.

The swordman looked at the tent where the men were staying for the night, away from the village near the forest and noticed a little girl, who had a her face covered and on just a brown tunic to cover her naked body. Her feet were full of cuts and that made the swordman laugh even more.

"You're so disguting I feel ashamed to make my blade taste your skin" he laughed "But I am glad I met you after all" he walked, letting his sword tracing a line with its blood on the ground "I have been asked to look for a little child for the village chief and to bring her home" he started laughing again as his free hand was keeping his own face

"What's... with this laugh?" one of the kidnappers said as he stepped back

"I thought it was boring, I didn't expect that I had to deal with kidnappers" he smiled as he pointed the sword at them with a maniac smile "Please, let's play a little more"

"W-wait!" one out of the four man, stepped further "You're a mercenary, right? I can pay you double! It's about money, right?"

The swordman tilted his head, keeping the sword pointed at the man, who swallowed air like had anxiety by just looking at the man in front of him.

"Pay the double?" he asked and the men nodded.

"We... We sell slaves most of the times, we do have a lot of money! More than that chief whose village is already in a poor state" the man smiled as he noticed the swordman's stare being neutral after his speech.

"Pay double... and I will just need to let you go?" he asked as he passed his blade on his free hand, cutting a little bit under the stare of the men, who had no idea what the man in front of their eyes was.

"Yes! Yes!" the man said but in a moment he had in front of his eyes, the blade of the swordman piercing his shoulder. The long black tailcoat of the swordman was soaking wet, just like the owner, no matter how heavy the soaked clothes were, his movements were just so fast.

The men stepped back, and they could swear they saw the red garment under the tailcoat, the red tips of his hair and his eyes almost shining, emanating an aura of a malicious fire... The aura he was having around was almost making them feel under the influence of a spell that couldn't make them move.

"I never change client during the contract I established" he laughed "Did you think I was a pig like you?" he kept laughing and kept his head out of the burst of laughs he was having again. He was literally in a pure state of adrenaline and pleasure.

"D-DIE!" the men surrounded him and the swordman elegantly dodged an attack, and in a slash he made a man fall to the ground with his chest pierced with a strenght that was inhuman.

The three men trembled as they noticed their companion fall to the ground, bleeding with the aggressive rain beating his body mercilessly.

"You will soon meet him" the four shouted as they saw the swordman jumping high, while holding his sword that looked like it was shining along with the eyes, that were the only thing they could see in that dark night.

Two red eyes, a flaming blade, slashing them and ending their shouts and begging for their lives.

"You all should be glad, not everyone is blessed with death" he smiled as his foot touched the part of skin of a man who was still exhaling his last breath "I am Blade" he pointed his sword to the thoat of the man who was already dying "Thank you for the fun" he said before slashing again and again his throat. He was almost getting a satisfaction from the blood pouring and dirty his clothes.