We won

Prince's mind raced, his senses heightened as he sought an opening.

The Bandit Chieftain's attacks were unrelenting, each strike a test of Prince's endurance. But the pirate captain refused to yield, his determination fueled by the eyes of his crew and the weight of his responsibilities.

Although all this is just a matter of saying, in fact it was the Prince's advantage, because he knew that somewhere his great system was watching him and judging him...

In a desperate bid, Prince feigned a stumble, his body falling forward. The Bandit Chieftain seized the opportunity, delivering a powerful strike aimed at Prince's exposed back.

At the last possible moment, Prince rolled to the side, the blade grazing his shoulder. With a surge of adrenaline, he lunged forward and drove his dagger into the Bandit Chieftain's side.

"Aaaaa..." The Bandit Chieftain let out a strangled cry, his strength waning as he stumbled back.

Prince's chest heaved, sweat trickling down his brow as he stood over his fallen opponent.

The courtyard fell silent, the weight of the moment hanging in the air. Prince's crew members approached cautiously, their eyes wide with awe.

james's voice was filled with reverence as he spoke, "You did it, Captain."

But the battle was far from over. The Bandit Chieftain's eyes gleamed with a mix of fury and begrudging respect.

With a guttural roar, he surged to his feet, his dagger clutched tightly in his hand. The fight was entering its final, decisive phase...

The tension in the courtyard was palpable as the Bandit Chieftain rose to his feet, his wounded side seeping blood.

He glared at Prince with a mixture of hatred and grudging admiration.

The pirate captain's chest heaved, his body aching from the relentless battle, but his determination burned brighter than ever.

The Bandit Chieftain's voice was a low, guttural growl. "You've got more fight in you than I expected, pirate."

Prince's grip tightened on his dagger, his eyes never leaving his opponent. "I won't back down, not until justice is served."

"huh? justice? what is he talking about? Why is the captain talking like this?"

"I don't know, maybe he is feeling like a hero. that's why he is talking like one"

Hearing such words of Prince, the crew started expressing their views.

"What are you talking about? Can't I be a hero anymore?? Am I going to be a dirty pirate for the rest of my life? And when you were recruited, don't you remember what you were told? If you don't remember, I will tell you, I said that we are not pirates, we are a group that cleans the world's filth. The world gave us the name pirate, not we ourselves"

prince waited a second and after a long breath he shouted again...

"So just shut up and let me fight"

Everyone fell silent...

Yup...he is right, this is not a pirate novel but a Kingdom building...umm...sh*t

...

"Where is your attention?"

With a primal yell, the Bandit Chieftain lunged forward, his dagger slashing through the air with deadly precision. Prince met his attack head-on, their blades clashing with a deafening clang.

Each strike reverberated through Prince's body, but he refused to yield, his mind focused on the task at hand.

The Bandit Chieftain's movements were swift and brutal, his experience evident in every blow.

Prince's lack of formal training made each parry a struggle, but he compensated with quick reflexes and cunning tactics. He feigned a retreat, drawing the Bandit Chieftain into a false sense of security.

As the Bandit lunged forward for a finishing strike, Prince dropped to the ground and swept his legs out from under him.

The Bandit Chieftain crashed to the cobblestones, his dagger skidding out of reach. Prince wasted no time, his dagger poised at his opponent's throat.

The courtyard fell silent, the air heavy with the weight of the moment.

Prince's crew members held their breath, their eyes locked on the scene before them. The bandits watched with a mix of shock and disbelief, their loyalty to their fallen leader warring with the undeniable display of skill and determination.

The Bandit Chieftain's chest heaved as he stared up at Prince, defeat etched across his features.

Slowly, he raised his hands in surrender, his shoulders sagging with resignation. "There is no need for killing buddy"

The crowd erupted into a mix of cheers and murmurs, the courtyard transformed into a cacophony of emotions. Prince's crew members rushed forward, their cheers mingling with the cheers of the bandits. jack's voice was filled with pride as he clapped Prince on the back. "You did it, Captain. You defeated the Bandit Chieftain."

james grinned, his eyes shining with admiration. "Who would have thought you could take down a seasoned warrior?"

Prince's killer eyes met James' eyes and if the eyes could kill, then James would have died many times...

Why is he angry?

Ofcourse because he said " you could take down a seasoned warrior..." wtf james...

He is mc but he is in worst phase but

He is fkkin mc....

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