Read Blood samurai :: THE STORY OF THE BANDIT KING PART 3

"Maxwell," John called out to Maxwell as he leave. Maxwell turned to face John. "Go to the center of the forest. There is an old tree stump. There, I left something for you." remarked John. "For me?" replied Maxwell. "Yes, I think you will need it," remarked John. "Thank you," replied Maxwell as he left. I Maxwell reached the center of the forest. He saw the stump with something wrapped in cloth on top of it. Maxwell picked up the item and unwrapped it. It was a sword, a unique one at that. The blade of the sword was black and silver. Curved in design, with the base of the blade being its widest point as it narrows down to the tip of the blade. The handle of the sword was iron with gold wrapped around it. The gold had animals engraved in it. Maxwell only recognized the animals from the stories John told him about his homeland. He can recognize the lion, elephant, and zebra. As Maxwell examined the sword, he saw a piece of paper attached to it. Opening the paper, he saw a note which read:" To you, Maxie, you have come so far from when I found you. You grew into such a fine warrior and young man and for that, I give you this sword which was given to me when I became chief of my village and now it. Is yours, my son. Reading this, tears began running down Maxwell's face and fall on the paper, causing the ink to run. Maxwell quickly wiped his face, more determined than ever, and continued with his mission. For the next sixty days and nights, Maxwell traveled across the lands, encountering and fighting many creatures. From swamp goblins with their red eyes and slime green skin and aggressive personalities.To monstrous Trolls in blizzard storms who hate a craving for human meat, and use their ability to mimic human speak to lure people to their deaths. He even encounters the rare and even more so powerful desert cyclops whose piercing black eye can turn people into sand. But even with all those encounters and battles on the sixty-first day, he arrived at the base of the mountain where the weapon was, according to the map. The only problem is that the weapon was in a cave at the peak of the mountain, which was so tall it looked like the mountain pierced the heavens. Maxwell made a deep sigh and proceed up the mountain. After a week off, climbing, he had reached the peak of the mountain and saw the cave. As he walked through the cave, he saw a massive door with two handprints engraved on it. Maxwell tried to push them open, but it was too heavy. Confused about how to enter, he placed his on the engraved handprints. A sharp and piercing pain shot through his two hands as he pulled away from his hand. Blood started dripping from them. As he looked at the doors he can see his blood travel through the doors in some sort of pattern then vanish. Suddenly a loud bang could be heard throughout the mountain and the doors opened. Still confused but very determined to complete his mission Maxwell wrapped up his hands and entered through the doors. On the other side of the cave, Maxwell was in shock, the was beautiful with rare gemstones littering the entire cave from top to bottom. Walking through the cave Maxwell continued to look around with excitement and joy as he saw things he was sure no one saw people. Rare weapons and tools as far as the eye can see. He even passed a giant statue of a dragon with wings. At the end of the cave, he saw two statues of men and in the hands of the statues, he found what he was looking for all these years. In one of the statues was a pair of gauntlets and in the other statues hands was a giant ax. Just by looking and the weapons something in Maxwell's heart told him these were what he was looking for. As he walked towards his goal he step on a floor panel that sank to the ground. Behind he could the rumbling of something huge. Maxwell turned around to his what was once a statue of a dragon turned into a living one. As the stone fell over the dragon Maxwell could see that the dragon had blue scales and dark green eyes. Its claws were long and gold in color and it had a silver crown-like structure on its head. The dragon finished shook off the remaining rumble and turned to Maxwell. "What are you doing here?" asked the dragon. "I came to claim what belongs to me" replied Maxwell as he points to the direction of the two statues. "You may be of his blood but your heart is not pure, it is filled with revenge and hatred you can not have those weapons." remarked the dragon." And who going to stop me?" asked Maxwell. "I Domonmo will not allow you to take anything here leave now or die." proclaimed the dragon furiously trying to get Maxwell to leave. "I am not going anywhere without those weapons" replied Maxwell. The dragon shook his head, "There you have chosen death, my child" replied the dragon as it began attacking Maxwell as it breathe fire towards him. The flames of the dragon were beautiful as it was purplish-red in color but it was deadly to the touch as they instantly melted the statues holding the weapons. Maxwell dodge the flames and drew the sword John had given him. The dragon roared with such might that it shook the entire mountain as if the mountain was at the mercy of the dragon. The dragon continued its attacks as Maxwell hide behind a rock. As the rock began melting Maxwell pulled out a knife and threw it at the dragon which only caused the blade of the knife to break as the dragon's scale was tough.

The dragon laughed, "You have taken my offer when you had the chance, boy" proclaimed the dragon as Maxwell ran around frantically as he dodged flames and looked for an opening to attack. Out powered Maxwell, decided to run headfirst into the dragon and try to stab him with his sword. Maxwell took off with blazing speeding dodging the flames of the dragon, Maxwell then thrust his sword into the dragon's stomach stabbing him. The dragon roared in pain and pinned down Maxwell with his claws. Maxwell used his sword, cutting off one of the dragon's claws to escape. The dragon cursed loudly as he began bleeding. The dragon launched a variety of bites towards Maxwell as it switch up its offensive. Maxwell ran to a small space, which the dragon tried to chase him through and got stuck. Maxwell now, seeing his chance, came from behind and stabbed the dragon in the head. The dragon shook violently, throwing Maxwell off and causing the roof of the cave to collapse. After the dust settle, Maxwell broke through the rumble he was buried under. As he dust himself off, he looked for the dragon, only to see it dead from being buried in too much rumble. The ax was too heavy for Maxwell to pick it up. Maxwell turned and saw the gauntlets and concluded that they must be used in order to lift the ax. Maxwell strapped on the gauntlets the dragon and lion markings on them glowed a bright reddish color. Maxwell walked towards the ax and picked it up with ease. As looked at the ax, he felt saddened that he had caused all this destruction and even killed the dragon as all he wanted was to free his people. But he had come too far to stop now. As he walked out of the cave, he looked at it one more time, shook his head, and left.

When Maxwell arrived home, he realized his master was not around. Shocked, he walked to the backyard to look for him. As he entire that backyard, he saw his master tending to the garden. Maxwell walked over to his master, bowed, and presented the ax to him. John in with excited hugged Maxwell ignoring the ax. "Am so glad you're safe". remarked John. "But I brought back the ax," replied Maxwell. "I saw that but an ax no who made it can never replace you, my son," answered John. After sitting and talking for a while, Maxwell presents the gauntlets for John to try on. "I know it was your dream master to wield this weapon am happy I could make it a reality," stated Maxwell. His master looks at the gauntlets with such awww as if they couldn't be real. John stuck his hands into the gauntlets and try to lift the ax. But before he could do such a thing, the gauntlets began smoking and John cried out in pain. Maxwell quickly ran over and removed them from his master's hands. As he looked at them, he realized his master's hands were burnt badly. John laughed. "Am guessing these weapons were made just for people with his blood," remarked John as he placed his burnt hand in a bucket of water. "Am so sorry master, I didn't know," remarked Maxwell. "It's ok Maxie, am just glad you found them," replied John. "Before you go get your people, check me in the kitchen, ok," remarked John as he walked inside. A few moments later, Maxwell met John in the Kitchen. "Sit," remarked John. Maxwell took a sit and John began losing out his hair. "You had those cornrows, even his. You were a boy," remarked John." Time for a new hairstyle. After his hair was out, John grab a sharp rock and began shaving Maxwell's hair. He shaved it until Maxwell's hair formed a Mohawk. Maxwell turned to John, "Now you look like a warrior". remarked John. "Thank you, master," replied Maxwell as he leaves to go back to his old village. "Please be safe and give them hell," proclaimed John. Maxwell smiled and shook his head and left.

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