The Duel
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
For the last few centuries, a war of this scale had not occurred on this land. Whenever he heard of those epic heroes and legends who once galloped across the battlefield, he was always filled with enthusiasm and yearning.
Only now did he know how brutal a war was. Looking out into the distance, the kind faces of his parents appeared before him, as did his lover's beautiful face. Right now, he missed the warmth of his family immensely. He even missed his mother's constant nagging.
Would he be able to go back to them? He rubbed his injured leg unconsciously, a bitter smile on his face.
Going home was not the hope of him alone, it was the hope of every soldier. Uniting the nations and dominating the world were merely the wild ambitions of the kings and emperors and those higher in rank than them. To ordinary soldiers, a bit of land, men farming and women weaving, having kind fathers and filial sons were their only wishes.