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2 Years Later
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Banther's POV
It's been two years since we came here in the frontlines and even though this isn't the first time I visited here, this place still disgusts me. There were still lots of rotten corpses lying around the battlefield, a river of blood that seems to have grown bigger due to the excessive amount of blood that has accumulated from the past battles, and broken weapons and armors scattered across the chaotic field that seems endless.
Many zolgarians who participated to fight in the frontlines for the sake of peace of zolgar had died. No matter how many numbers the Royals sent to this rotten place, the battle never ended.
I was surprised when I learned from the Head of the family that the young master will head to the frontlines instead of choosing the academy. And when he got here, I was even more amazed at how calm and determine the young master was to fight and suffer like everyone here.
The camp thought that he came here to have fun or to look down upon them. They hoped that at his first mission, he would get scared and ran away. However, reality begged to differ.
I admit… Never in my life have I feared anyone. But when I saw the young master slew Fiends with no hesitation and rushing first to battle ahead of everyone, respect and fear became the same. Most newcomers here would crap their pants when seeing corpses, yet the young master was unruffled from the horrific scene before him. To add oil to the flames, he exudes an aura that rivals to his father.
Just like General Benedict, the young master walks amidst the battlefield surrounded by corpses with confidence like a general. Behind his cyan eyes were filled with determination to win.
Soon, everyone in the camp respected the young master. Within two years, he became the captain of the 3rd company known as 'Silvers'.
It's been two years and young master Arthur has grown a lot. Thanks to the countless battles he experienced, his appearance looked even sharper than before. His jaws have become sharp, and he has scars visible around his arms, legs, and neck. He always appears to have a glaring look due to the tense expression he always displayed that has become a part of him. Lastly, the young master's efficiency at Force has reached levels that no one at his age could ever compare with.
He almost looks like his father during his time as a young Guardian. Even though it's only been two years, whenever I stare at him, he looks like he has twenty years of experience in the battlefield.
His presence alone is enough to make everyone think he is the general.
"It's been two years, isn't it, Banther?" The young master asked while staring at the horizon. We were on top of the wall, looking at the ensuing battle happening at the distance far from us.
"It is indeed two years, young master." I spoke. "Have you finally said your goodbyes to everyone from the company?" I asked.
The young master chuckled. "Yeah. It took a while because I had to calm them down."
I chuckled. "They will miss you."
The young master sighed. "I know. I'm going to miss them too."
Even though this place is close to being called hell, we survived because we all have our backs. Despite all of us being strangers, we were able to build a close connection to each other thanks to the sufferings we all experienced together. That's what makes war bearable. It's not the place, but it's the people around you. They become your second family while you are away from your loved ones.
A Guardian approached us, causing us to turn around. "Sirs, your transportation has arrived." He said while giving us a bow.
The young master turned around and walked past the Guardian while he gave him a pat to his shoulder. "Thank you for your service. Take good care of things here."
"I will, sir. Thank you for fighting alongside us." The Guardian said while he smiled.
"Shall we return home?" The young master asked.
"Yes, young master." I spoke.
"I miss everyone. I bet when we come back, Hoshuka will-"
An explosion cut off the young master's sentence which was followed by a boisterous roar echoing throughout the camp. Soon, zolgarians and Guardians started to gather at the source of the commotion with weapons and spells ready at hand.
"What's going on?" The young master asked as we arrived together with the rest of the pack. He went to the front to have a better view.
"A Fiend has breached the camp!" Before the young master could see, a zolgarian screamed. Everyone at the camp ready themselves to fight as a huge horde of Fiends started rushing out of the broken wall. Soon, the camp became filled with noise of the battle and blinding lights from the uses of Force.
"Young master!" I said while I dodged an attack from a Fiend. I took my weapon out and slashed a Fiend's neck, its corpse dropping immediately on the ground.
From the distance, I saw the young master floating in the sky while he rained tons of weapons from our fallen comrades against the horde of Fiends. He doesn't have a Force Affinity yet, but his strength and use of Force alone was enough to make him deadly in battle.
'Don't worry about me.' The young master reassured me via Wi-Fi Link. 'Help the others, Banther. I will deal with them.'
'I will, young master. Be careful.' I turned around to help those who were in need of aid.