[Chapter Size: 1800 Words.]
Third Person POV
Cindra, northern kingdoms.
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On a fresh spring morning, a group of farrs was preparing for a trip to the city of Cintra. They had organized a small convoy of six wagons, each loaded to the brim with fresh vegetables, juicy fruits, and a variety of agricultural products, all harvested from their fertile lands in the more rural areas of the kingdom. They hoped for good business in the capital's market, known for attracting buyers from all parts of the kingdom.
The convoy was led by a veteran farr nad Egon, known for his wisdom and experience. He drove the first wagon, guiding the group along the winding road that cut through the green hills toward the city. Beside him, his eldest son, Bram, watched attentively, learning the ways of trade and travel.
In the other wagons, whole families joined the journey, with children playing among the piles of vegetables and won sharing recipes and stories with each other. There was an air of optimism and camaraderie among them, despite the dangers that such a journey could present.
As the sun rose in the sky, illuminating the golden fields around, the convoy moved slowly, with the horses pulling the full wagons with steady effort. They exchanged songs and laughter, creating a cheerful atmosphere despite the long journey ahead.
However, as they approached a more densely wooded area, Egon began to feel a certain apprehension. He knew that roads like these could be dangerous, harboring bandits targeting unsuspecting travelers.
"Everyone alert now," Egon called back, his serious voice cutting through the relaxed air. "We are entering uncertain territory. Keep your eyes open."
Bram, noticing the change in his father's tone, fixed his gaze on the road ahead. The won stopped their conversations, and even the children seed to sense the change in atmosphere, silencing their gas.
As the convoy of farrs made their way towards Cintra, a silent tension settled among them. Egon, the veteran farr, felt a growing foreboding, his eyes constantly scanning the edges of the forest beside the road.
Suddenly, the silence was broken by the whizzing of arrows cutting through the air. Before anyone could react, the arrows struck several farrs, causing imdiate chaos. Egon and even his son were caught in this attack. Cries of pain and surprise echoed through the convoy as families ducked, seeking shelter in the wagons.
From the midst of the forest, a group of eight brutal bandits erged, ard with axes, swords, and clubs. Beyond them, archers hidden among the trees continued to fire arrows, increasing the terror and confusion among the farrs.
"They ambushed us!" Bram shouted in pain from an arrow lodged in his foot, trying to protect himself behind the wagon while helping his father with another arrow in his chest.
Egon, firmly holding his son's clothes while screaming and trying to ignore the pain he was feeling, said desperately, "Protect yourselves! Don't let them get near the children!"
The bandits advanced with savage violence, their eyes gleaming with the anticipation of loot. They began to attack the farrs, who, though not warriors, desperately tried to defend themselves and protect their families.
So farrs, ard only with field tools, faced the bandits with courage, despite the evident fear. The won tried to keep the children hidden under tarps and among the goods, while the n fought to repel the attackers.
The conflict was unequal and brutal. The bandits, accustod to violence and better ard, had the advantage over the farrs. It didn't take long for the place to fill with bodies of victims, painting the ground red, while won cried and clung to their children.
"Haha! A new loot! Let's take the wagons and the won to the camp," one of the bandits said, smiling maliciously.
"And the children?"
"Leave them in the middle of the road, so monster will eat them later."
Despair grew among the won and children, as they saw their friends and family brutally murdered. The won scread, trying to protect the frightened crying children as they were dragged away from the children in an act of inhumane cruelty;
"They're taking us!" a young woman scread, struggling in vain against the rough hands that grabbed her.
As the bandits plundered the farrs' convoy, celebrating while they wiped the blood off their weapons in a wild and cruel atmosphere. They laughed and kicked the corpses of the innocent with disdain, celebrating their brutal and inhumane victory.
However, sothing happened that interrupted their current celebration as so began to undress won amid screams and crying children while so of them simply kicked them. From the midst of the forest, silent as a shadow, a wooden kunai flew towards the group, hitting one of the bandits' neck with deadly precision. The man scread, surprised and in agony, before falling to the ground, his life rapidly draining from his body.
The group of bandits turned in shock, searching for the source of the unexpected attack. They grabbed their weapons, archers aiming their arrows, looking suspiciously at the dense forest surrounding them.
"Who's there? Show yourself!" one of the bandits shouted towards the forest, his voice echoing among the trees. They awaited a response, but only silence greeted them, increasing the tension in the air.
Suddenly, from the midst of the dense foliage, more wooden kunais were thrown with precision, this ti targeting the two archers of the group, who were hit before they could react. The archers fell to the ground, surprised as they tried to remove the wooden weapon from their necks, but their lives were ending with the hemorrhage.
The rest of the bandits, now terrified by the attack coming from unknown directions, began to retreat, looking around for their invisible attacker. "We're being ambushed!" another shouted, while trying to identify the source of the attacks. The won, who were previously being pressed by the bandits, ran to the crying children, embracing them to escape from there.
Inside the forest, on top of a tree, there was a boy not older than most of the children from the wagon, but this boy was different. Even within the shadows of the trees, his eyes shone crimson with unique black designs showing 1 tomoe.
He had spent another month with Madara training in the forest, completing 2 months since he left Cintra. He was passing by when he heard a woman's cries for help and went to check, quickly understanding the situation and starting his attack against those bandits.
He could see all shapes with his sharingan, which he had been training in the last month and has abilities to see a little further and even see enemies behind walls and objects. While carefully observing the group of bandits, he took down 3 of them, including 2 archers; there were 9 hidden behind the wagons.
"I think we're going to act in close combat." Madara murmured and began jumping through the trees, putting chakra in his feet to do humanly impossible things while leaping in the air with a small sword he had acquired in the last month. The blade was unsheathed as he was in the air, the hidden bandits still trying to find their aggressor in the shadows, while he was already jumping over them.
Madara had chosen his first target when he jumped from the tree, the man looking at the bush was surprised by a blade piercing his back while he let out a surprised and pained scream, falling to the ground as the boy pulled the blade from his back and prepared for the fight.
The bandits, surprised by this, looked at the child who had just pierced one of their companions, stunned. The boy had already taken a combat stance while gazing at them with his Uchiha eyes.
"A child?! Kill him!" One of the bandits shouted angrily.
"You damned monster!" one of them ca with a club, but Madara simply cut him at the wrist before he could lower the blow.
"AHHHH!!! My hand!!" He scread, but was quickly silenced as his head was cut off.
"Monster! This boy is a monster!" one of the bandits shouted, while another 3 ran towards Madara.
Madara, in a fighting stance, began to parry swords, and many astonished onlookers saw a 6-year-old child fighting against 3 adults at the sa ti. He perford acrobatics among the three, avoiding all their strikes like a dance. So could see the boy's eyes moving to each blow as if he were analyzing their trajectory.
"What is this kid?!" one of the attackers shouted in fear, as this boy was handling them.
"Archers! Hit him! AHHHH!" the bandit scread, but Madara decided to end it, cutting the throat of one of them. An arrow flew towards him, but he surprisingly caught it with his hand and buried it in the neck of another bandit while he slashed the last one.
There were 5 more bandits, but all were trembling and looking at this child with bodies scattered around him, thinking they were facing so kind of monster. Even the survivors from the wagons looked on with even more fear, though so seed quite satisfied to see those bandits dead.
"We have to run! This child is a monster!" three of them began to run while the archers, with their bows trembling, shot at Madara.
Dodging an arrow and using his small sword to deflect the last projectile, Madara ran faster than any human they had ever seen, slashing the archers one after another.
The place fell silent at that mont, only the crying of the children and won in a corner was heard, everyone looking at that boy with fearful eyes.
"Why..." Madara turned to one side and saw a young man with an arrow lodged in his foot; he probably would never walk right for the rest of his life because of it.
"Why..." He repeated, showing a look of hatred while crying. "Why didn't you co earlier, monster. You could have saved everyone!" Bram scread in mourning for the death of several friends and his father who died in the attack.
Madara just looked at him for a while before starting to walk in the direction the bandits had gone. He knew how ungrateful the people of this world were, so he didn't care much for it, of course, he understood this young man, it had happened to him too, and it was probably the sa group of bandits, now he could avenge his parents of this world.
He had been trying to locate the group for the last few weeks, but without success, now was his chance. He jumped into the trees, following the 3 n who ran through the forest still frightened, wondering if that red-eyed child was following them, but they couldn't imagine that the sa boy was right above them, silently observing the path they took.
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