Chapter 36: Nobody
In the camp...
Tara watched on with a deadpan expression as Shuvichi, the Elixirblade from the Shuvlok tribe, toyed with the leader of the group of ruffians.
Barbara stood to her side with her arms folded in front of her chest, and a proud expression adorned her face. Her eyes were filled with contempt as she looked at the group of five. She did not even bother to hide the fact that she thought of these troublemakers as nothing more than a bunch of clowns.
The ruffian leader gritted his teeth. He wielded twin daggers in both hands and lunged at Shuvichi. He was quite fast, but not fast enough.
Shuvichi easily parried one of the dagger strikes and dodged the other. He hit the ruffian leader's wrist with a flick of the dull edge of his blade.
Pain coursed through the ruffian's arm, enough to make him drop the dagger. However, the sad thing for him was that this was not the first time this had happened.
He glared at Shuvichi with pure hatred. This damned barbarian wasn't even taking him seriously. He was being humiliated in front of everyone.
The other Shuvlok Berserkers stood next to his "friends," their axes in hand, preventing them from interfering in the fight.
Shuvichi was an Elixirblade, but right now, he wasn't even using the "Elixir" part of his skillset.
"What's the matter?" Shuvichi asked the ruffian leader. "Pick your dagger up."
Some of the Shuvlok tribesmen chuckled, and the frustration and shame of the ruffians grew. They had not expected there to be more tribesmen, and most importantly, they had not expected them to be so strong.