The insistent voice of the sobbing boy, Dori, pierced through the veil of consciousness, but Revy Gray remained still, lost in his thoughts. The crimson trickle from his nose painted a stark contrast against the golden wheat beneath him. He stared at the unblemished blue sky, the memory of the cave he'd been found in as elusive as whispers of his past.
"I don't know who I am," he muttered to the uncaring heavens. The memory of the cave was a fading shadow, as elusive as the whispers of its origin. "I guess I didn't do a good thing leaving that stupid village?" His hand gripped the hilt of his katana, the only constant in his turbulent life.
The wheat stalks whispered a gentle lullaby, their golden heads brushing against each other in the breeze. The scent of the distant sea wafted through the air, taunting him with the promise of a life untouched by the chaos he knew so well. A life filled with mystery and the truth of his existence.
Dori's pleading grew more urgent, his voice carrying the weight of the world. "Revy, please. We have to run!" He tugged at Revy's arm, his eyes darting to the horizon where the nobleman's men grew larger with each passing second.
Dori's screams became more insistent; her trembling hands shook Revy's shoulder with a desperation that seemed to echo the tremors of the ground beneath them. "Wake up, you bastard! If I die before I get married, I will be a trouble for you until hell!" The urgency in his voice was palpable; It was a stark reminder of the reality that lies just beyond the peace of the fields.
Revy's eyes shot open, her gaze meeting Dori's tear-filled face. The boy's cheeks were flushed with a mixture of fear and excitement, his chest rising and falling with irregular breaths. "Keep it short, Dori, what did I do last night?" he grunted, pushing himself into a sitting position; The pain of his bruised body was forgotten in the face of his friend's distress.
Dori nodded wildly, her eyes never leaving the horizon. "You suddenly woke up last night, that gambling guy who calls himself Ren!" His voice was cracking with emotion, but there was always a hint of mischief that hinted at his usual carefree nature. "He forced me to go to the casino, we were winning at a certain level, but when Ren got drunk, he got carried away and caused a nobleman to lose all his money, and then he started flirting with the man's girlfriend!" he shouted, a sly smile spreading across his face.
Revy's eyes were focused on solving the case, the pain in her body a distant memory. He knew there was something living in his subconscious. Every time he woke up he found himself in strange places and situations. The current incident was not the first. He looked at Dori and said: "You don't look very innocent from here, Dori. You could have stopped me, but you accompanied me. The women there must have liked it. So, did you ask the women for their panties again?" "Despite his wounds, he growled and stood up with surprising agility.
Dori stepped aside, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and admiration. "Revy, the panties of the women here are very different, I found new items for my collection," he muttered, not even the rustle of wheat could be heard in his voice. The nobleman's men approached, their shadows stretching towards them like the fingers of a malevolent hand.
Revy looked at Dori with disappointment and thought, she knew that this incorrigible idiot's mentality was rotten, but she just realized that even his brain was rotten. Revy surveyed the scene, her mind quickly becoming confused. He had to get them out of here. The village was already a memory, a place that could never truly accept him despite his efforts to adapt. Now they were being chased like animals because of the insanity of one of those living in the subconscious.
Revy Gray lifted her head, her eyes narrowed as she stared at the vast azure field above. The sky was a stark contrast to the ground beneath his feet, and he couldn't help but wonder if he had truly lost his mind. It was a thought that haunted him for 6 years, a whisper in the back of his head that grew louder every day. He was known as the "Cave Boy", who was found deep within the caves of the village of Eltri, with no memory of his past or even his own name. The villagers called her "Revy Gray", written on the red sword in her hand; The name seemed as foreign to him as the bodies that often seemed to take control of him.
He looked at Dori, his heart heavy with the weight of their friendship. Dori was always her friend, even though the people in the village called her crazy, she always believed what Revy said. Dori was always there for him. The two had been living together for six years. They were expelled from the village together. But the current situation was a matter of life and death.
Laughter echoed through Revy's mind, mocking her with the insanity of their situation, as if mocking her current situation. Revy tried to calm down and focused on the sound of the wind whipping the wheat fields around her. "We'll be okay," Revy said, her voice firm despite the gnawing doubt. He had to be the strong one, the protective one. This was a burden he had to carry.
Dori looked at him, his expression a mix of hope and fear. "You can't fight them all," he said, his voice quivering. But Revy had made up his mind. He had a duty to his friend, and he would not fail him.
The nobleman's men approached; their armor resounded rhythmically like a terrible battle symphony. Revy's eyes narrowed, her gaze shifting from face to face, calculating the threat each posed. He was holding the red katana tightly in his hand, even though he didn't remember his past, this feeling of holding a sword was always familiar.
Dori took a step back and stepped between Revy and the nobleman's men. He knew Revy could be unpredictable, but he had never seen this side of her. "Why did you guys come after us?" Revy asked, her voice echoing through the wheat fields like the sound of a war drum. The men's laughter faded, their grins replaced by murderous looks.
"Because you made a fool of the young master," spat one of them. "A peasant like you has no right to take what is not yours."
Revy's grip on her katana tightened, her eyes narrowing at the insult. He was found in this world with no memory of his past, no name and no purpose; He only had the skills to keep him alive. The idea of being called a peasant didn't bother him, but he was too proud to accept it when someone looked down on him.
"I didn't steal anything, your master gambled against me and lost," Revy said sternly, her voice cutting through the tension like a hot knife through butter. "But if you want to take our lives because of a nobleman's pride, you are gambling with your life." The blood inside him began to boil, as if his body wanted to fight, his gaze never leaving the approaching men.
The nobleman's men exchanged funny looks. They were trained warriors, but this was a weak boy with no combat experience, no more than 16 years old.
"Kill them!" The voice of the Young Nobleman riding slowly from behind was cold, the order was clear. The swordsmen charged, their weapons blurring as they approached.
Revy's hand tightened around the hilt of the red katana. The sword, which had always whispered to him, was now a cacophony of anger and hunger, echoing in his soul. "Kill, kill, KILL!" The whispers grew louder with each step the men took, urging him to embrace the bloodlust that pulsed through its steel.