War Part 3 (Febuary 2020)
then shuichi heard a sound. a magical sound. a sound that sounded like,,,,,, OOOOOOOOOOOOO. he looked up the valley. makot was standing there, tiny man. he was a special kind of protag. he had two ahoges, that looked like deer horns, even if he was just,,, a red panda…. but he was not just a red panda. he was a special kind of goy.. the rest of the dr1 tribe was with them, standing EPICLY in the hill.makoto ran down the hill and everyone else followe.
“TAKA, GIVE EVERYONE ORDERS” maoto said “ill handle haji”
“ YES SIR ” taka ans3ered. “ CELESTE YOU BREAK UP THE FIGHT WITH THOSE GIRLS, MONDO YOU STOP TWOGAMI AND TERUtERU FROM CRUSHING GONTA. AND BYAKUYA, YOU STOP THE GREMLIN FIGHT
“im not doing that theyre contaminated” byakuya said
“ n o w”
byakuya h uffed and then he ran to do his job.
makoto was racing toward hajim and then he finally bashed into his skull. “ARFH” hajime screamed before tumbling backward. he got up angerly. “so THATS how its gonna end huh? makoto and shucihi both die here”
“foolish thinking hajime.” makoto answered. “you picked the wrong person to battle.” he ran to hajime and smashed heads with him again, but hajime was ready. he caught makoto’s ahoge and dragged him across the field. makoto unlocked his hair and ran toward hajime again. hajime was getting weaker by the second.
how….? shucihi thought amazed. makoto is so small, but hajime is a… a whole wolf… shuichi wactched in wonder. makoto flew circles around hajime, who was in as much confusion as shucihi was. a few more throws later and hajime fell, weary from the fight. makotko stood near his body.
“it seems like you’ve had enough hajime. it’s about time you gave up. as long as im here, shuichi won’t lose to your pointless battle.”
hajime gasped for breath. “no…. i can’t lose…” he stood up, but then he fell again.
“call off the battle hajime. no one’s dying today.”
“you… you asshole..” hajime said, finally standing up. “you came to stop MY battle? a battle you were never invited to?”
“its pointless.” makoto huffed. “youre still upset over that duel in the arena, arent you?”
“i…. yes.. i am.. ill admit it. of course im still pissed about it. I was supposed to win…. not.. him.” hajime turned to shucihi.
“it was a fair battle. your ego is too big to see it.”
“y-your ego must be big too! you thought it was necessary to interfere in MY battle! and for what? so you could “save” the ndrv3 tribe? you only do this for your self worth.”
“lies hajime. i do this all in the name of hope.”
“yeah okay.”
makoto shook his head. “something’s gotten into you hajime. really. i've never seen you this aggressive, this power hungry… this angry before.
“and this all matters to you because?” hajime spat .
makoto just shook his head. “call it off hajime. its pointless now.”
hajime huffed, swinging his head angerly. “fine. eve-” hajime froze at the sight of his tribe. they were all defeated and held down or knocked out on the field. hajime growled (h-how,,,,) and walked to his fallen soliders. shuichi watched him walk off.
“geez, he was a bit hard to handle..” makoto spoke, panting.
“makoto!-” shuichi said running up to hm. “are you alright,,,,”
“yeah…” makoto answered. “just a few scratches, its alright, really!” makotos body was covered in little scars, and this tail was a bit bend. he could barley stand… but he smiled through the pain. “what about you? you seem pretty messed up”
shuichi loked at himself. he hadn’t noticed how battered up he was… he had way more scars on him than makoto, and he was limping too. “i’ll need assis-” shuichi looked at his tribe. they were beaten up as well. “g-guys!” shuichi limped quickly to his group.
“shucichi!” everyone yelled. a few of them rushed to his side.
“how hurt are you?” kaede asked worried.
shuichi gasped slightly. i didnt think she’d be so worried now.. we just broke up this morning- shuichi shook his head. “im fine…. but what about you guys..?”
“kirumi, rantaro, and angie are down right now… tsumugi check their pulse though! theyre still alive..” kaede turned to the others. “our strongest except tenko are almost knocked out too.. kaito almost collapsed while fighting nekomaru, so im sure he’s the most drained..”
“kaito-” shuichi spoke softly. he trotted towards him. kaito was in terrible shape as well. “kaito…” shuichi nudged him.
“shuichi.. that you?” kaito spoke slowly.
“its me! don’t worry, we’ll get you home.”
“that was a pretty great battle i’ll admit.. those tricks during training worked huh?”
shuichi nodded. “of course.. you taught me some of them.”
kaito laughed and then he winced in pain. “damnit… these are gonna take some time to heal..” he looked at his wounds. “and i saw kirumi get knocked out earlier…”
oh yeah… shuichi thought. kirumi went unconsious.. what a-
“shuichi!” someone called. shuichi turned and it was makoto again. “i figured you needed some help, so i’m sending kyoko, hina, and taka to help out.” the three of them were behind makoto.
“oh, thank you makto! i really needed this, and just on time too!”
“of course! i-” makoto tensed. he turned. “hajime.”
“dont even bother challenging me again makoto.” hajime answered in a hoarse voice. “this feud is between shuichi and i. i dont give a damn about what you think about “hope” or “saving your friends”. this is about my reputation as a leader. i will not be seen as weak, like he is. dont try to fight against me… or with me. and as for you,” hajime glared at shuichi menacingly. shuichi could feel his eyes burn through his face. “dont try running away. because trust me, i will keep fighting until either i get my title, or i die. this is war shuichi. be prepared. ”
shuichi shuddered intensly. wa-war..? betw-tween us? why? why are we going to war? over a stupid title? over a battle that happened a month ago….?
“i.. okay. ill be p-prepared for you hajime. ill be ready.”
“youre still shaking, but whatever. get ready to lose.” hajime trotted off.
shuichi shook even more now. he started gasping loudly. “hey hey, shuichi calm down.” makoto said, holding him from falling.
“why are we having war..? it was just a duel!” shuichi yelled in anger. “why is he taking it so far…”
“..hajime hasnt been himself lately.. its odd ill admit.. but dont worry, ill help you as much as i can through it all! ill send three of my members with you to help with wounds.”
“you’d really do that…?” shuichi asked, finally calmed down a bit.
“of course!” makoto yeleld. “i wont let hajime push you around like that.. its just wrong.” he pat shuichi on the shoulder (tiny man idk how he does it). “im right around the corner if you need me, alright?”
shuichi nodded.
makto nodded back. “come on guys!” he called out, and three people came from below the hill. it was kyoko, kiyotaka, and asahina.
“is everyone fit for travel?” kyoko asked. she was a very tall squirrel with a beautifully bushy tail. hina was an little otter, and taka was a tall goat with extendo legs.
“i think so…” shuichi answered. he check his group behind him. “we might need a little more time for bandaging though-”
“i have a few!” hina shouted. she skidded towards the group with a pack of bandages. she then started wrapping everyones wounds with bandages.
“oh makoto, i dont know how i could thank you enough…” shuichi spoke, relived.
“its fine, really!” makoto answered cheerfully. “the only thing that matters to me right now is regaining peace. ill help you every step of the way, and maybe we could help hajime too.”
shuichi nodded neverously. “yeah… i hope.”
“makoto!” someone called from the distance.
“oh! i should get back to my tribe.. good luck shuichi.”
“yeah.. thank you makoto.”
“ we should get going now! ” taka spoke loudly. “ is everyone ready to travel? ”
“geez, lower your voice taka…” hina answered. “everyone’s probably gotten a huge headache with all of this fighting. try carrying someone so they could sleep on their way home.”
“ah, yes asahina.” taka spoke quieter.
shuichi finally stood up, stumbling a bit. he looked around at his tribe. they were all as tired as he was, and some more damaged than others. he sighed and limped to the front of his group. this is it… this is… war.. shuichi finally began walking down the path of bloodshed.