The Huntsman Of Death:A Gamer's POV As Side Character

Chapter 14 16:The Second Trial

"I taught you everything you know," she hissed, her dagger flashing in the dim light.

"Is this how you react to your opponent's attack?" Her eyes locked on me fiercely.

"I..."

BANG!

A kick slammed into my torso, shoving me away. Before I could gather myself, she was already following the motion.

I leapt back, coiling around, then stood up, straightening my posture.

"Is this all you can do now?"

"Is this what I taught you?" she shouted venomously. However, there was anger etched on her face, rather than deep dissatisfaction.

Her words struck deeper than any blade. Each strike came sharper than the previous ones.

I faltered, barely able to keep up. The weight of facing someone close to me, whom I managed to meet after a long time, threatened to drown me.

Her eyes stared at me sharply.

CLANG! CLANG!

I deflected her attacks clumsily while staring at her face.

"You never taught me like this," I muttered, forcing myself to breathe.

"You were kind and gentle. Also, I have become a bit rusty," I muttered with a chuckle, regaining my composure.

My mother.

She was a fencing expert, a martial artist, and a very good one. Her sword movements were a treat of delight.

My father fell for her while watching her in the tournament. She was the epitome of grace and a lethal beauty.

"Is that what you tell yourself to sleep at night?" she spat.

"That I am a bit rusty, so I can't fight my enemy properly?"

I laughed, hearing this.

"Despite being an illusion, you crafted something quite real."

I didn't lower mine right away, staring her down. My chest heaved, but I forced myself to straighten.

Her laughter was soft and cutting as she sped toward me.

For a moment, she hesitated. I saw something soften in her eyes, but then she charged at me again, one final strike aimed straight at my heart.

I read that intention.

I met her head-on, deflecting her blow and driving forward, my dagger finding its mark, but she grabbed it while her dagger almost touched my chest.

I didn't make a move to counter.

I didn't hold back and shoved it.

She froze, inches from my face, surprise in her eyes. "You've finally learned, but not enough to defeat," she whispered, her sharp expression beginning to waver.

"Okay, I accept I lost."

Seeing this, I dropped my guard and moved closer to the dagger, letting it pierce my chest, which startled her.

I lunged forward, wrapping my arms around her in a desperate hug. "I missed you, Mother!"

The figure froze entirely, unsure of what to do next, and this was what I waited for.

At that moment, I revealed a hidden dagger from my sleeve, plunging it into the back of her neck as a smile broke across my face.

SPLASH!

Blood spurted from her neck, drenching my face. I looked up to see her expression. I was prepared to see the look of pain and anger, but instead of pain, it was a sweet, blossoming smile.

She raised one of her arms to hold my face, squeezed it, and then wiped away drops of tears squeezing out from my eyes.

"You have grown wonderfully, my son."

Those were her last words as her figure slowly started to melt.

"Why wouldn't I?"

"After all, I am your son, isn't it?"

"Of course," a melodious voice echoed.

"Thank you for letting me see you one last time," I whispered,feeling her warmth fade.

The forest regained its silence and the fog began to lift. I stood alone, with a gash on my arms and a dagger still struck on my chest that fell down with the world distorting,preparing for the next.