Hrendya the Dai Sensei of the Miyama Ryu, Drillmaster of Battle

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Chapter 9

Do you kill magicians out of childish hatred? Dahliana asked, already being a Drillmistress.
- You killed a magician three times in a day. You need to grow up.
- Well, I brought three more skulls, said Hrendya, - I did not think that everything is so difficult.
Dahliana was picking on him again.
- You should read books about mages and battleragers and find the link.
He had a dream. Two armies of magicians fought a hard fight. Lightning, fire, blood everywhere.
Suddenly, a squad led by dwarf appears on the left, cuts into the magicians and starts killing everyone.
In a few days, these warriors will be betrayed by those who created them.
Betrayal is so familiar. Traitors are not loved anywhere.
Betrayal is not in every magician, it is in the very essence of magic.
Magicians play with the lives of others for fun. Isn't that a reason to destroy them?
Hrendya waked up, his thirst for revenge has now taken shape and become philosophical.
The sun was rising over the village. He went for a walk along the huts where warriors like him were
waking up. Everyone had a reason to kill magicians, Hrendya smiled.
- More skulls! - he yelled. - Yeah, more skulls! - were heard everywhere.

Role

Chapter 8

- Why did you kill the magician with the help of another?
The half-elf asked this question again and again to a beautifully dressed human, in fine armor and with
the sword filled with poison. The man was depressed. The speakers were surrounded by modest huts,
and in the distance a throne could be seen, where a human had brought another magician's skull.
- Pity, you are not acting in accordance with Pride, you are just a coward.
He searched for this magician all over the world for several weeks, and when he finally found him,
a harpy swooped in and began to beat this magician as well.
- But I brought the skull, as the Commander told me. Bring skulls.
Mages subvert magic and lead the world to disaster.
He remembered the escape from Thar Acacia. He rubbed the fireball scar on his back.
- Yes, but the point is in the way we do it. We are not the Empire.
- "Well, who decides whether you acted cowardly or bravely," asked Hrendya.
- While I'm older, I decide, answered the half-elf.
Hrendya looked at her. The woman looked confident
she had defeated. Yes, perhaps she is wiser than him.
"I followed my qualifications and wanted to be the best," the human said.
- You were led by arrogance, selfishness, greed. Ask yourself, do you respect yourself after such an act?
A man with a small soul, driven by his own resentment and revenge, this was him.
"And how can I turn arrogance into pride?" - he asked.
"Serve the idea, not your egoism, be brave, not greedy," said Dahliana.
- So be it, I'm part of the army that fights magic and I serve it, not myself. I am PROUD of this.
The man and half-elf smiled at each other.

Role

Chapter 7

So he guarded the bakery all day, and in the evening he studied martial combat with an old warrior. Role + There was not enough money for an experienced and young one.
From time to time, the cries of the battle of the Forest with the Spire were heard in the city,
but most of all, Hrendya wanted to meet a real warrior so that he would teach him, give advice.
The old teacher already felt bad and was already thinking about leaving the desire to become a
warrior and thinking of being a fisher somewhere not far away, in the silver forests, it would be so
comfortable on a small lake, but this thoughts burned him.
He considered it a matter of honor to avenge himself, for this it is necessary to become a better warrior.
One day a magician in a dark hood came into the bakery. He was choosing foods and out of the corner
of his eye noticed Hrendya lying fatigued on the rug.
"Nerh is a fugitive! There you are, the magician hissed" - cried magician.
In an instant, the magician uttered "ice" and Hrendya froze.
He saw everything, but he couldn't do anything, his legs and lips didn't obey.
"I'm taking him away for execution", the magician told the baker. "He did a lot of dark in Thar Acacia,
innocent people died. Don't you have any questions, man?" -
"No, no", the baker bleated, "of course, take him".
-"Ice creature!" A scream was heard.- "I've been looking for you for a long time."
A tall warrior with two swords jumped out of the shadows.
He thrust one sword into the magician's belt, tried to hit the neck with the second,
but the magician dodged in time. Bouncing off, he began to run away.
The warrior started chasing the magician.
The ice magic stopped working on Hrendya and he fell to the floor, feeling that he could move again.
- "Blood, more blood!", screams were heard nearby. What kind of warrior is interesting,
I need to find him, I want to be like him, thought Hrendya and ran without looking from his temporary
shelter called "Bakery, warm rolls, you won't regret coming in."
It was necessary to go to the east, guided by the traces of the dark gray blood of the ice mage.
It was necessary to look for the ruins of suffering, as one tavern visitor told him, and to whom Hrendya have given his last money.
After several days of wandering, Hrendya finally found these ruins and saw a giant.
"What brings you here?" the giant asked the pale youth.
"The desire to be the best among the warriors," the young man replied.
- "Only those who are brave and proud are considered the best here. Are you like that?"
- "I want to be like that and only like that"
The giant let the young man into the Village, where drunken shouts of soldiers celebrating another victory could be heard.

Role

Chapter 6

Hrendya woke up in a puddle of blood and vomit and looked around. He was in some city.
He didn't have the strength to get up and he just lay there. "At least I'm lying like the best," he thought with a grin.
"Hey you!" - some fat guy in a shirt called out to him. "Why did you lying at my territory?"
Hrendya frowned at him. He had just made such a trip to answer this punk.
"Where are you from?" the man asked. "I escaped from Thar Acacia."
"Ah, this is the city of magicians, far away in the forest, I see"
"Why did you run away?" asked the man.
"I realized that magic is not mine, I want to be a warrior". "The best warrior," added Hrendya.
"Everyone here wants to be the best, and then they starve to death, and no one wants to work", the man frowned. "And then they rob you and take all the bread."
- "Yeah, it's not fair," said Hrendya.
- But they eat well for nothing. All sorts of Forest dwellers run in, rob cities,
it's good that at least there is a Spire, they guard us, the man nodded somewhere to the north with a satisfied look.
- Let me protect you for money? Hrendya asked.
"Can you? I doubt it".
- I'll learn, said Hrendya.
So he guarded the bakery all day, and in the evening he studied martial combat with an old warrior. Role + There was not enough money for an experienced and young one.
From time to time, the cries of the battle of the Forest with the Spire were heard in the city,
but most of all, Hrendya wanted to meet a real warrior so that he would teach him, give advice.
The old teacher already felt bad and was already thinking about leaving the desire to become a
warrior and thinking of being a fisher somewhere not far away, in the silver forests, it would be so
comfortable on a small lake, but this thoughts burned him.
He considered it a matter of honor to avenge himself, for this it is necessary to become a better warrior.

Role

Chapter 5

There was a commotion in Tar Acacia, the magicians abandoned their spells, zombies wandered here
and there, looking for a master, angels ran and threw fireballs, and a fire started.
"Spy, spy, catch him," shouts were heard.
Nerh ran and tried to hide. A fireball hit him tangentially and he flew off onto a zombie, nasty, smelly.
The zombie swung, but Nerh managed to duck down, and the zombie hit the running mage with its
paw. The magician began to read some spells in hysterics, and Nerh ran on.
"To the north, there is exit or death," he thought. "Dya, dya," moaned in his soul,
like the cry of a child. From behind he was hit with ice arrows from some magician,
but he attacked a running guard, the guard was hit right in the eye, he rushed at the magician,
thinking that he had caught a spy.
Finally, there was the portal, out of the corner of his eye he saw the Mages' Guards,
while they were turning around to kill him, one said "earthquake" and Nerh was thrown into the portal.
Flying like this into infinity, he saw Death. Death realized his scythe and stabbed him,
but the scythe passed through the air, for Nerh did not feel his flesh.
- Hmm, you're not mine yet. Death turned its back to him and he saw Life.
Life grabbed him with its hands, right into his stomach, and from there the Baby began to come out
screaming, dya, dya, and at the same time everything turned upside down.
The same thin-looking young man, bleeding, fell out of the Portal. Dya and Hren united into Hrendya, Anger, Pride, Blood.

Role

Chapter 4

... dya, dya, quiet moans came from the forest, Nerh had been walking towards him for many days
now. The wolves followed him. The wolves waited, felt that he had no more strength.
Yes, Ithriel deceived him, there was no way out of the forest, there were no icy plains,
and especially no City. Only creepy forests and wolves, wolves.
"Hey, you, who's wandering around here," a deep voice was heard in the thicket.
Nerh froze and hide. "Why are you hiding, as if I don't see you," said the voice.
"Who are you, voice?" asked Nerh. - I am a forester and this is my home. Let's go to my shack.
In the shack, Nerh was given something to eat, he warmed up and began to perceive reality somehow normally.
- Well, are you one of the Village who got lost? You don't look like a warrior.
- No, I fled from there to find the City.
- What city? There are many cities in the North.
"I don't know, just not to be where you are not appreciated," said Nerh.
- You are young and too proud. That's how you would die.
- It's my business, how do I get to the City anyway?
Wolves howled outside the window.
- There's no way from here, you have to go through the Portal.
-Where is the portal?
- The portal is in Thar Acacia, but you may not get out of it alive.
Nerh shuddered. Back to the hated city...
- How did you escape from there? There are Guards at the gates.
I myself also dreamed of doing magic, but they didn't let me in, and there's no way back.
And I stayed here. I'm hunting. The forester smiled. At least I'm the best here, you know,
sometimes I rob the corpses of people passing here, clothes, money. Though they are not needed.
- Well, I want to be the best in my deeds, and you are already the best here.
"I wonder what the deeds you mean," asked the Forester.
- Now, destroy this entire city and, in general, all the magicians who would hang themselves for a coin.
- Well, you need to get to the Village, the descendants of the Battlerangers live there. If you learn to fight, you will be the best.
In the morning, leaving a note, "I will thank you, Forester, when I get to the Village," Nerh began his journey back to the hated city.

Role

Chapter 3

A pale young man crept up to the Guards in the darkness of the night.
These were four muscular men, two of them were dozing, two of them were talking quietly.
-Have you heard that resistance to Magic has already reached the icy plains? - Said one.
- Yes, all these are rumors, the magicians gave birth to them in order to fight with other magicians, these battles, whatever they are.
- Well, now the Gods have given them a way for some reason.
"Well, it will be a good fight if they come here, we won't give up Tar Acacia," said the second guard.
- We won't give up! - The first one shouted, which woke up the two who were dozing.
- Quiet, let us sleep.
- Yes, yes, sorry.
- Yesterday one came here and asked how to study Thar Acacia, and in his eyes I saw that he was some kind of spy.
- Yes, well, we buried him yesterday, haha, the guards laughed quietly.
Nerh shuddered. He came into the light.
"Wait, who's coming?" asked the Guard, and the two sleepers woke up.
"Password, "I need to explore the forest," Nerh whispered.
The guards were at first surprised, then burst into wild laughter, and the two who were dozing woke up again.
- What is the password? The guard couldn't stop laughing. Nerh realized that he had been stupid,
but it was too late to change anything. In prison they would miss him in the morning,
he began to be filled with a feeling of shame that he was stupid and worthless.
- Did the little bunny run away from mommy? The guard asked.
Stop, look at his marks from handcuffs, this is a Traitor.
At the same time, while the Guards were thinking, Nerh gathered all his strength
and jumped past them onto the gate, while one guard managed to kick him, causing him to fly even
higher and fall into the cold and damp fog. "You will hear about me again,"
he thought and lost consciousness.

Role

Chapter 2

"...I'll sell you one secret, you want to escape, a whisper was heard from behind bars."
Who is this? - Nerh woke up from a heavy sleep. It is I, Ithriel, your former friend. You, of course,
betrayed us and magic and, in general, I don't know what you're hoping for. "I don't know myself,"
said Nerh. Perhaps only Death can cure me. "You are a fool," said Ithriel, but I am now the best of the
young students since you were imprisoned.
What a bastard you are, Nerh thought, but, he said that he was happy for him.
Okay, Ithriel said, you will still be executed here, but I can offer you salvation, not for free, of course.
"They always think about profit, even when they see Death," flashed through Nerh's head, and he said that he didn't care.
In short, you can run from Thar Acacia to the misty forests, and then the icy plain, and then the City.
You just need to know the password to get past the Thar Acacia Guards. And I can give it to you.
I just need something in return. - And what? I have nothing, you know.
"I need your magical power, we can create a channel to transfer energy, you still don't need that
much to move your legs through the forest," Ithriel laughed quietly.

Role

Chapter 1

... the dawn bloomed grayly outside the prison window. It was a mixture of milky and dark in color.
This was not the first day or even a month of such a dawn in his soul. The sounds of shuffling
magicians' footsteps, joyful cries, and spells were heard. Spell explosions echoed loudly from the
Invokers' barracks. There was a creaking step and the stinking smell of zombies passing near with the
necromancer. Thar Acacia, hated city...
The door to the cell opened and an old magician with scars entered.
"Nerh, have you changed your mind?" he asked.
"No," the skinny magician with once blond hair, but now very dirty, and with a sad face, said it quietly, "never."
"Well, look, they'll turn you into a zombie," said the old man.
- Well, let it be, I'm still the best.
-You refuse to cast the morning spells that the Teacher gave you.
- Did you watched me?
- Well, listen, Nerh, you were the best, the Teacher told me, and...
- No, there was someone better, you know.
- So what, there is always someone better, and...
"No, I'm the best," said Nerh.
- Playing with Death, here you go, eat.
The old man gave him bread and bacon.
"Listen, you have three days, and then you know, torture, forgetting and so on,
" the old man's face warped. I was forced to forget, believe me, it's scary.
- Why are you here? - Nerh asked the old man.
- For "those that cannot be named", bat...
What kind of bat? - Nerh shouted.
"Model, stop chatting with this fool," the prison warden shouted from the corridor,
do you want to go back into oblivion?
The old man quickly ran away, limping on one leg, and Nerh was left alone.
Nerh, what kind of name is that? He didn't remember his parents, only the Teacher.
He drew his name on the ground. Then I read it back. Hren.
Everything should be the other way around, for what? For the sake of Pride.
Three days. Pride cannot be forgotten.

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