《The Famed Expert》[Chapter 1.2]: Aftermath scenario (prologue)
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I'm here to say in advance this isn't a chapter kind it's more like a prologue of what happened in the last 40 odd years there were almost no text dialog for the main character but yeah...
But with that said enjoy!!!!
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It’s been 40 years since the event known as the “Bloody Massacre” Over a million experts many of them were famous in their time died. Every single man and woman slaughtered. Everyone who participated in the war and was in the exact same spot is gone, dead to be exact. In that day the very world shook itself. Many died even those who didn’t participate in the war. Innocent children died, building collapse. This was perhaps the darkest hour the Continent of Wels has ever experienced. No known survivor of that battle has ever been seen. Those who didn’t participate in that battle did survive they were lucky a lot people said. Grieving families all over the continent, they wept for their sons, daughters, husband and wife. At this point many strong factions got forcefully disband because the pillar of those factions all got killed.
After the world itself stop shaking many experts went to the battle. They thought they would hear a loud sound of metal clashing, shouting and fearing for their lives. They were all wrong. Once they got there they didn’t hear a single word. A hundred miles before they even get there they smelled the reek of blood. The whole place reeked of blood. They were not wrong once they got there they found a big pool of blood everywhere splattered in the ground. There was once a castle in this place they said to each other. Now it’s a big hole in the ground, full of blood. The hole was too big it was at least 1900 acres and 3km deep. A weak minded person would’ve lost their minds. But these experts were not normal. These 12 experts are now the strongest experts alive. Even though before they were weak against those who participated in this battle, but now they’re gone they are the new people to sit in a council.
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“It’s been 40 years since that event happened!” Desol said shouting at the other 11 members of the council. Desol was again going to say something but got interrupted.
“Yes it’s been 40 years since that event but we’ve never recovered a speck of a bone.” The man with a black cloak said and added “My own master died in this war! It is said his power rivals against Martial King Josh!” he shouted.
“But he died just like that not a body has been found nothing to burry” The black cloak stopping his tears to fall out
“Calm down Welan” Desol said to the black cloaked man with a bit of authority in his voice.
Welan looked at him for a second and sighed and started to talk.
“We are here in this council meeting, to discuss any news about this… this incident.” Welan spoke with a clear tone.
“Well Welan, we don’t have anything about this let’s be done with this subject we can never know who created that big crater and someone who can kill Josh himself with all those expert there is not normal” an old voice said solemnly. This person was none other than Hunter Sarich.
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It’s been 40 years since the event happened. I didn’t know what to think. I had memories of that fight even though I was never born yet. I am born 24 years after the event. My father served as an apprentice to one the top tiered experts in that battle his master is called “Lightning” his master is by far one the fastest man alive in his time. It is said that he is almost as fast as Martial King Josh himself. But he died. No one ever found his body my father said.
Since that day my father became depressed, he loved his master he always tell a story about him how he bravely fought off one of the council members how he didn’t die but even survive an encounter with one. At that day my father was told by his master to stay with his wife for the week. My father reluctantly agreed because he never thought this would be the last time he would ever see his master.
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Since then my father blamed himself continuously about why he said no. Now my father is 58, an old man. But I myself was only 16 years of age.
At my age, a typical person would’ve gotten at least a 4th rank magus or warrior but I being a failure only achieved 2nd rank on warrior after a long hard work.
But even with my failures my father did not look down at me even by a little. I was his only child and the last remaining blood. My mother died when she gave birth to me.
I heard stories of Martial King Josh being a failure himself when he was a boy. But then suddenly received unimaginable power at his later age, slowly but surely he made his name. He became the youngest person to have ever gone to the council. Well at least the good council. Now the council formerly as the council of 10 is now 12. They were the peak of the race in power yes, but my father claimed that those people were weak; they themselves were on average of only being rank yellow saints, except for Hunter Sarich being blue Saint.
In this world the ranks are this accordingly;
Rank 1
Rank 2
Rank 3
Rank 4
Rank 5
Rank 6
Rank 7
Rank 8
Rank 9
After you rank 9 you will achieve
Saint White
Saint Orange
Saint Yellow
Saint Green
Saint Blue
Saint Red
Saint Black
Well after being a saint black you are definitely a strong being. But the council of 10 before did achieve breakthrough form
the saints. They achieved ranks accordingly like this;
Early Celestial
Mid Celestial
Peak Celestial
Early King
Mid King
Peak King
Only those who achieve these ranks can join the council if a spot is vacant. There was only one guy to achieve breakthrough the King rank though, it was none other than Martial King Josh.
Most of the council were either Early or Mid-Celestial. But, there are those rumored of unknown experts who are Peak Celestial who did not belong to council nor did they join the war.
Today is my age of ceremony there wasn't a lot people visiting us because we are not a rich family nor we are poor. Those who came in my Ceremony were my uncle and my 3 childhood friends Red, Xern and Allysia and my father that’s it. Ceremony came quickly ended, time is indeed fast if you’re having fun I told myself.
But after today I learned something I would never thought… Who would've thought that i…
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Well thanks for reading guys comment for critiques thanks! Also sorry for more on type of history almost no action happened it was mostly narrating.
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