During the summer months, the Earth Kingdom shriveled up like a bug under a magnifying glass. By the time noon rolled around with the sun glaring relentlessly overhead, the streets of Lelan were emptying of life. Only a few dozen citizens wandered around from place to place, braving the supposedly innocent, prickling heat.
A few dozen citizens plus one wanderer, landing heavily on his backside in the dust and grime of the village's main path. After a few seconds, a sheathed sword landed next to him with a clatter that had the boy, Jun, scrambling over to grab it. "Hey, man," he whined to the bartender who was flanked by two burly patrons – the hands that had grabbed the swordsman from his stool in the tavern and tossed him outside. "I was only saying."
Crushed glass surrounded Jun, stinking of cheap liquor and covered in fresh blood – quite probably his own. It bit into his fingertips as he balanced himself, staggering to his feet. Another bottle was clenched in his free hand, emptied of the last drop, while dried in rivulets ran down his chin. His left eye involuntarily twitched as he felt it beginning to swell. At least he gave as good as he got! Maybe...
"Yeah well, I don't want ta hear it," said the bartender, beckoning the men back inside with a promise of free drinks. "Shin's girl is a nice lass. She didn't want your... attentions." The door slammed behind him, a clear warning not to come back.
Standing in the empty street, Jun simply muttered, "Tch, whatever." He took the first few steps towards the direction he thought Gensu might be in, his ultimate destination, and grimaced as he wiped at his mouth and the blood that oozed lazily out of it, mixing with cheap liquor. He'd need to wait an hour or two in the shade before it was safe to travel – he didn't tan easily. It might even be possible to give those guys a lesson later, this time with live steel!
No, his head protested. You need to get to Gensu. You need to find uncle. C'mon, you've put it off for so long.
He sharply turned off the main street, avoiding the curious gazes of various passersby, and into a quiet alleyway, resting his forehead against the wall. He still had his money, at least. And his sword.
And his life.
A few dozen citizens plus one wanderer, landing heavily on his backside in the dust and grime of the village's main path. After a few seconds, a sheathed sword landed next to him with a clatter that had the boy, Jun, scrambling over to grab it. "Hey, man," he whined to the bartender who was flanked by two burly patrons – the hands that had grabbed the swordsman from his stool in the tavern and tossed him outside. "I was only saying."
Crushed glass surrounded Jun, stinking of cheap liquor and covered in fresh blood – quite probably his own. It bit into his fingertips as he balanced himself, staggering to his feet. Another bottle was clenched in his free hand, emptied of the last drop, while dried in rivulets ran down his chin. His left eye involuntarily twitched as he felt it beginning to swell. At least he gave as good as he got! Maybe...
"Yeah well, I don't want ta hear it," said the bartender, beckoning the men back inside with a promise of free drinks. "Shin's girl is a nice lass. She didn't want your... attentions." The door slammed behind him, a clear warning not to come back.
Standing in the empty street, Jun simply muttered, "Tch, whatever." He took the first few steps towards the direction he thought Gensu might be in, his ultimate destination, and grimaced as he wiped at his mouth and the blood that oozed lazily out of it, mixing with cheap liquor. He'd need to wait an hour or two in the shade before it was safe to travel – he didn't tan easily. It might even be possible to give those guys a lesson later, this time with live steel!
No, his head protested. You need to get to Gensu. You need to find uncle. C'mon, you've put it off for so long.
He sharply turned off the main street, avoiding the curious gazes of various passersby, and into a quiet alleyway, resting his forehead against the wall. He still had his money, at least. And his sword.
And his life.