Samurai Service Novel.

Year 1722, year of the BloodBed war, third attempt of defense

A hundred soldiers were in front and many more hundreds behind each of the 100 numbers.

“THIS IS THE LAST TIME THAT WE LET THEM DO THIS TO US”

Shouted the leader, using the entire force of his voice to yell out as hard as he could, to bring testosterone into his soldiers.

“YES!”
Shouted all the troupes at once, making a unison tone that echoed on the field.

They were all clothed up in chainmail over their body and normal cotton clothing, a metal helmet and golden swords.

Geto Enescu was standing by the leader, right behind him while they were both standing on top of a cliff, looking at the soldiers that were around fifteen meters underneath them.

Geto Enescu was the leader’s nephew and the most ferocious warrior on the battlefield. He also was in countless battles, but this was the first time that participating in a war was obligatory, even for him. Geto was the only person from the Heroism army that used a sword made out of glass, glass that was mixed with different minerals in an experiment to create the strongest and sharpest weapon ever made.

He was also the only one without a shield to protect him against an arrow rain, a sword or a hit from anything lethal.

“THIS. WILL BE. OUR FINAL VICTORY!!!!!”

The leader angrily raised his sword, and the soldiers did the same

“YES, YES, YES, YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!”

Screamed the Heroism army in unison, ready for a battle that would decide the fate of their future.

Everyone from the Heroism army was jacket, well equipped with muscle from their intensive training and great dieting.

“Geto, are you ready?”
Gently asked the leader, turning himself towards Geto, giving him a slight smirk, then jumping off the cliff with a high jump.

It was a tradition of the leader to be a little bit more wild than the other soldiers. To be very honest, he wasn’t in the right mind, most of the time, but he was a damn good motivator and warrior. He was an honor for the people and a good friend.

Narrowing his eyes in shock and awe, knowing that there wasn’t anything underneath them, only a place to fall from, Geto quickly approached the end of the cliff, but heard a sword stab into the dusty cliff, which let out a large trail of dust coming from the stone cliff. Seeing that, his reaction got back to normal. Understanding how nice it looked, Geto tried it as well, but he accidentally jumped way further than the leader.

“Wha–haaaaaa!”

Exclaimed Geto, widening his eyes, quickly reaching for his long sword, with which he stabbed the wall behind him, with a large recoil of his arms towards the back.

All the dust from inside the cliff sprayed all over his face, accidentally swallowing it, which lead to my coughing a few times.

There was the leader, underneath him, making sure to catch him if he would have fell, but amazed by Geto that he actually made it.

The leader, Torick, the hugest from them all, a man three meters tall with a long brown hair and undressed only at his upper body, with only elbow and shoulder protections made out of hard leather, strapped to him, has put his hand on Geto's head like a friendly gesture, giving him a slight smirk again, then ran through the Heroism army, which made a pathway for the leader to pass between them, to go in front of them all. 

Suddenly, a moment of slow motion effect happened in Geto’s head, an epic moment as others would say it, staring at Torick’s back, while saying the next sentence.

“Come, Geto, we have to make history”

Said Torick with pure joy filling his vocal cords, feeling a slight admiration towards Geto because he wanted to come and fight by his side.

Geto started a walk, then a jog, then a run, going the same path as Torick went on, with soldiers staring left and right, nodding in approval and respect, some bowing their helmets and some taking it off in their presence.

Geto had an admiration for Torick, and right now, fighting in the same war as him was the highest honor he could feel. Walking behind him made him feel powerful, like nothing could ruin this moment of peace. Suddenly, during this run between the separated army, that would start hitting their spears and swords inside their shields, like a tradition for them, a rain of arrows spawned in the sky, making the clouds look like a bunch of sieves.

Torick was the first one to realize the shower of arrows and screamed as loud as he could so that his army would know the incoming attack.

All of them put their shields on top of their heads in strategical formations, while some of them rushed towards Torick and Geto to cover them up as well, since they were the only ones without shields in their hands.

The arrows attacked one after the other, making loud sounds of wood breaking and metal hitting metal. The arrows seemed like a never ending shower, they just kept coming, but when they ended, the formation has been broken up; Torick and Geto as well, saw the destruction that it made, which were the amount of men that have been killed because of this sudden attack coming from up the skies.

Torick, with pure anger and hatred in his voice, swore that he would kill every last one of their enemies and that if he wouldn’t do that, he asked the Gods to take his legs and arms, so that he would suffer until the end of times.

A next attack followed, but this time it was a rain of fireballs that looked like they were sprinkled in the sky and each big as a house, coming towards the Heroism army at the highest speed possible.

“MEN DO NOT MOVE. HEROISM WILL STAND FOR WHAT IT THINKS. DIE AS A MAN OR RUN AS A COWARD”

“SIR YES SIR!”
Shouted all of them, staying in the same position with their shields in another strategic position for defense.

Torick ran as fast as he could towards Geto, to go and protect him, after seeing that his “shields” were killed and he used a shield himself but didn’t know the exact position for it and stance.

The fireball was close to crush Geto, but luckily, Torick arrived, covering him as much as he could, in hope that Geto would survive at least one fireball

The situation was so dangerous that Torick would offer his life just in hope so that Geto would survive, has changed Geto’s way of thinking about war. In war people die, and that’s all about it

Torick told something to Geto with a large smile on his face, but Geto’s eyes and mind were focused by the massive fireball, which could be seen right near his head, following the same unlucky path right towards them

The next second, Torick slammed the same long and red shield right on top of Geto.

When Geto came back from overthinking, the fireball had already fallen right on top of Torick and on him as well.

The screen turns to a blank aspect, which transitioned into a clear sunny sky, with a hot sun blinding his eyes

The hot star was bothering his eyes, which caused Geto to wake up from his dream.

“Uuuh… where am I?”

Asked Geto, wandering his eyes left and right, thinking that he is dreaming for a quick second, but after that, startled, he realizes that this is real life.

“Wait”

Even pitching himself didn’t work. Yes. It was the real life

“Where am I?”

His back was situated near a tree, while a shadow casting down on the ground was covering him from the hot-sun.

Geto jolted up from the ground, just like a bolt of lightning and looked around, frightened and shocked.

Trying to get himself together, Geto started a marathon through the modern city. Looking at every new element, just like: cars, buildings, clothes from the people and many many more things, confused as he never was.

Not finding any answers about his arrival, Heroism army or Torick, Geto excused himself at a woman and asked her what was this place.

The woman kindly and gently told him that they were in MarMar, a city near the fish bank.

“What year?”
Asked Geto slowly, widening his eyes

“It’s 2022, honey. Wait… did you do drugs or anything like that?”
Asked the woman, slightly startled, getting in Geto’s face like he wasn’t some stranger that didn’t just appear in the place.

While turning himself to leave the conversation, he inhaled a thick smoke coming from in front of him, from a boy that inhaled from inside an expensive vape.

“HEY! Are you trying to poison me with gas?!”

Shouted Geto, getting the attention of the locals that were worried about his appearance. For them, Geto looked like a homeless man covered in orange colored dust with a mix of sweat, they don’t know anything about his background.

With that shout, Geto also pulled the boy by his neck’s sleeve, while drawing out his sword, showcasing it like he wanted to use it.

“Calm down maaaan, I didn’t do anything. Look, it’s just a device that gets smoke out of itself whenever I inhale it. (tries it and exhales it through his nose and then through his mouth). See, it also has a strawberry and caramel taste.

“CARAMEL?! WHAT IS THAT. IS THAT WHAT YOU USED TO POISON MY BROTHERS AND SISTER STOP, YOU DEMON!!”

Shouted Geto, shaking the boy’s sleeve, making his body move around just like a feather, that’s how strong he was.

“I’m inhaling it too (inhales desperately the air from the vape from all around them, while still being in Geto’s grasp), see? And nothing is happening, it’s just a smell, just like you would smell strawberries or caramel, which is a sweet thing… y-you can eat that, it’s edible… a-a-and tasty…heh…he”
The boy was full of sweat, entirely intimidated by Geto’s sword, but more by him.

‘Oh… is that right…? Forget that, take me to the battlefield of BloodBed, right now, long hair person!”

Well-ordered Geto, getting more and more into the boy’s face, who tried as much as possible to back his face, frightened by Geto’s tone and extrovert personality, feeling very awkward through this whole thing.

“The BloodBed war, where is it!? Take me there right now!”
Ordered Geto, shaking the boy that was in his grasp, intimidating him without wanting to

“The BloodBed, dude? That war has ended in like almost 300 hundred years”

Continued the boy, fired up about the conversation, seeming like he was interested in that topic; Not feeling awkward talking about it, looking like he got some confidence.

“What…?”
His eyes widened, zoning out in the boy’s look, slowly releasing him from his grasp

The boy left in a hurry afterwards, looking back at Geto one last time, then continuing on with his life.

“Who won?! HEY!”
Exclaimed Geto, but the boy was already too far for him to hear.

Walking in the modern city, wandering his eyes at the concrete gigantic homes, at everyone's device in which they were staring, not moving their eyes not even an inch from it.

An older man than him, with a sports team emblem on his hat, sweatpants and white t-shirt messed up with grease and messy with mustard called him out to his hotdog stand. Approaching the man, Geto heard the sizzling of the hotdogs and saw the smoke that painted the air near the mobile stand.

“Take this, boss, you look like you need it”
Continued the man, handing Geto a hotdog which was packed in a thin paper case so that he wouldn’t grease his hands. The hotdog was a simple one, a thick piece of sausage, very well made, with hints of mustard, fried onions, sliced pickles, and also mustard and ketchup of course, all beautifully placed.

“What is this? (sniffs) This smells like meat”
Gently said Geto accepting the gift from the seller with both of his hands, after which he analyzed it carefully, amazed by the creativity in which way a piece of meat was placed, understanding the ingenuity of the bread getting in the same place with the meat, so you don’t have to bother anymore to pick each of them separately.

“The best from MarMar, good sir, taste it”
Joyfully said the man, handing two hotdogs to two more people, and then waving his open palm to wait for the monetary compensation

Geto took a big bite from it, getting mustard and ketchup all over his nose and mouth. (a delicious combination of ingredients)

*Incredible taste!*

Thought Geto to himself, widening his eyebrows while smiling with the taste of hotdog in his mouth (pause).

“Thank you good sir”
Said Geto politely, turning his back at the man, wanting to leave to go back on his path.

“With this good food, I should be able to think out a good plan on how to get back”

Whispered Geto, taking another bite; getting a little bit of mustard on his cleanly shaved face.

“Foreigner!”
Shouted the man, showing a gesture of his thumb and index finger rubbing each other, which meant “and money?”

“You mean like a compensation?”

Geto placed his hotdog in his mouth, biting hard on it so it wouldn’t fall on the ground and reached for his leather pouch, which was stuck to the rope around his waist, that was used as a hand-made belt.

From inside the pouch, there were many sounds, just like the sound of metal coins hitting each other. Taking out one golden coin, Geto reached for the seller’s hand, opened it, placed it in the middle and then closed his fist.