Secrets of the Fallen -Rusame Countryhumans AU-

Chapter 01- Are you ready?

Alone in a field stood a young man.

Holding what seemed to be a wooden sword in a defensive stance, his eyes darted rapidly around to the surrounding forest scanning for any movement.

A bead of sweat dripped down his face as the blistering hot air around him seemed to have something against him. Just as a gust of soft wind blew against his pale white skin, causing a shiver to run down his spine despite the heat, something changed in the air.

Not only that but now there was suddenly a rustling sound coming from the trees behind him.

Turning around rapidly, the young man quickly blocked a attack near his head that was sure going to knock him out if he was even a second late. The block must've thrown off the perpetrator since they were sent flying back onto the ground a few feet away.

A second later three more people came out of the protection of the trees, surrounding the young man in the middle in a circle.

As the wind blew through the nearby leaves, creating a symphony of peaceful noises, birds chirped in said trees. Watching all of this happen in front of their own eyes, they studied the field, most likely intrigued by the large jewel implanted in the crown of the man in the middle.

A few moments passed of peace before it all erupted into chaos.

Two of the assailants lunged forward with the force of a human who had reached peak fitness. Of course they were fast, extremely so, but the one they were trying to attack reacted faster then they could move.

Raising his sword the man in the middle dashed towards one of the attackers and with a swift unforgiving slash of his weapon, knocked him down without even losing his breath before turning his attention to the other who was to close to block or attack and so the prince braced himself to be hit.

Even though the swords were only wooden, it still sent a shock throughout his whole body when it connected with his right shoulder.

Steeling his nerves the man turned and used his leg to sweep the other off of his feet with one quick movement.

The other two that weren't on the floor were now however only a few feet away from the young man who couldn't be any more old then 20 years old.

One was holding their sword above their head, intending to use it to probably bash the young princes head in, while the other held their weapon at their side, getting ready to slice the man's abdomen.

The one with their weapon above their head was easy to deal with, one kick to the stomach and they were down on the ground and reeling in pain.

However while he was committed to the action, the one who was aiming for his stomach had to be weakly blocked by the princes weapon. The force of the clash between their swords caused his wrists to crack with pain due to the odd angle they were at.

He steadied himself just enough as the last person standing and his swords connected with each others. Despite his best attempt, the prince slightly reeled in pain after their blades separated. Only to reconnect again and again, with each hit feeling akin to a hammer being slammed down on the man's wrists.

The princes slightly different shaded blue eyes locked with the others just before he deflected another blow, only to be met with a opening. Side stepping to the right the prince exploited the weak spot and used the remaining strength he had to plunge the wooden weapon into the other persons side.

Breathing heavily, his muscles were so sore they felt as though they could burst, and sweat dripped down his face. Wobbling weakly on his feet, the prince barely managed to stay upright.