Raksha!

The soldiers rushed at me with red eyes and raised spears, intent on avenging their captain. As they leaped towards me, thrusting their weapons in my direction, I sighed, watching their futile attempt to harm me. In an instant, I vanished from my position and delivered a powerful punch to each of their jaws. They stumbled to the ground, one after another, their jaws shattered by the force of my blows.

"Ahhhh! M-my mouth!"

"Muh-m-mouth! I-I can't talk!"

"N-no, I won't be able to eat food!"

They cried out in agony on the ground, clutching their broken jaws like children. Regret filled their eyes as they looked up at me, realizing the consequences of their actions. The middle-aged soldier, in particular, was stunned to see an unknown boy defeat him and his men so effortlessly.

"You demon! Let me go! If you kill me, you'll be dead! The Haman council will hunt you down!" he shouted, his voice trembling with fear as he unconsciously took a step back.

"Is that all your soldiers can do, cry like children? Such a shame! Don't make me ask twice. Take me to your queen, or you'll lose your limbs!" I advanced towards him, releasing a slight aura that was enough to make him cower on the ground. He abruptly extended his other arm forward, pleading.

"W-wait, please listen! Don't kill me! At least hear me out first!"

"What do you want to say? Are you going to take me to your princess?" I paused, noticing his urgency to speak.

"Please, hear me out. I'm just a low-ranking officer, serving as captain of a small patrol group on the border under the Haman Kingdom. My rank isn't high enough to directly escort you to Her Highness... Please, ask for anything else within my power. I can grant your wish! Anything else, just not that..."

The middle-aged soldier knelt and pressed his forehead to the ground, pleading for his life. It was evident that he had underestimated someone far beyond his league and couldn't prevail without reinforcements.

"Then you're worthless... Just a corrupted officer willing to sell me to a slave trader for a few coins. You should be ashamed to call yourself a member of Haman... How many other children have you sold during your service?" I spat out, my anger boiling over at the thought of how many innocent lives he might have betrayed.

"I don't... I swear I haven't—" He began to protest, but his words were cut short by an unknown male voice echoing from the hillside.

"Stop right there!"

Turning around, I saw a group of Haman soldiers approaching on horseback, led by a man clad in imposing armor.

The middle-aged man's expression shifted to one of relief and joy upon recognizing the voice. He lifted his head, looking towards the source. "General Raksha! Haha, you're done for now, kid. No one has ever survived an encounter with him," he gloated with a sinister smile as he observed the man approaching.

Raksha halted his steed as the soldiers behind him gathered. I observed him closely; he wore gleaming armor, standing out among the other soldiers. With his greyish hair and handsome face, he carried a long sword at his waist. Scanning the scene, he noticed the soldiers, battered and beaten, with one middle-aged man clutching his injured hand.

"What happened to your faces and hands? Explain!" Raksha dismounted his steed and addressed the soldiers.

"General, H-he's behind all of this! He crushed my hand and beat up all our soldiers! This boy, he's a demon! We have to kill him, now!" The soldier shouted, pointing in my direction. His words were echoed by the other battered soldiers, all nodding in agreement.

The soldiers behind Raksha bristled with rage, readying themselves to attack me.

He glanced at me wearing a white hoodie over my head with narrow eyes and examined me closely, he gradually walked up to me without any warning put his sword before my neck and gave me the death stare, It was so fast that the soldiers were charred up in excited and ravaged for their friend.

"I won't ask twice, show your face now or you will be lying headless on the ground in five seconds!" He said as he waited for my action.

"You dare to use my own spell against me!" I immediately moved my hand at lightning speed and took his sword. His facial expression changed exponentially in stun with all the soldiers present there, he didn't realise what just happened as a few moments ago he was about to kill the strange child but instantly his sold teleported on his hand.

"What! What the F#ck just happened? When he took my sword, I couldn't see any power or magic presence from him, I didn't even see him moving, Who is this boy?" Raksha quickly calmed himself, as he took a few steps back and brought a smaller dagger behind his waist to defend himself.

"Who are you and how did you take my sword!"

"You were saying that you would kill me, weren't you? When going ahead I would like to see your strength if you gave me any scratches I will show you mine face." 

"You bastard, Die!" Raksha ran toward me in a rage overflowing inside his head, he raised his small sword and tried to shove to thought my head.