Chapter 2:Not Everyone Can Be Protagonist
In the barracks of the Imperial Army, soldiers marched in disciplined formations, their boots kicking up clouds of dust that hung thick in the air. The midday sun beat down mercilessly, casting long shadows across the parched earth.
Amidst the chaos, officers barked orders, their voices cutting through the din of clashing metal and pounding footsteps. Horses whinnied as they trotted past, their hooves stirring up even more dust, adding to the haze that enveloped the battlefield.
In this desolate landscape where dust and sweat mingled freely, inside one of the tents of the barracks, a dim atmosphere prevailed.
A white-haired injured soldier, his left arm tightly wrapped in stained bandages, lay on a rough cot inside a small canvas tent. Despite the bustle outside, a sense of quiet enveloped the space.
Around him, fellow soldiers moved about, offering quiet gestures of support.
The man had played a crucial role in defusing a minor skirmish and saving the commander, but his left arm was heavily injured.
"Roland, don’t be sad. The commander was magnanimous enough to use an anti-poison potion to save you lest you might have lost an arm."
"Yeah, it’s better than losing an arm entirely."
Roland’s colleague tried to cheer him up. Seeing their efforts of appeasement, Roland nodded giving a soft smile.
"Umm!"
"It’s good as long as I am alive."