Snippet #2451533

"Hand over your money and we'll let you live!"
"So, you are the famous bandits who's been causing trouble here, huh?"

On the outskirts of Illia is a bunch of lightly armed bandits surrounding a lone man in his suit. The storm earlier had caused the damp lands, and water drips from the tip of many leaves on the trees planted alongside the road. Little animals that hid from the pouring thunderstorm stepped out of their hideouts. Squirrels runs alongside tree branches and meets up with one and another. Just in the distance was the young man surrounded by thieves.

"What are you talking about? Just hand over your damn money!"
"Being the inpatient child, are we now?" The man in his suit taunted the robber. With a weak tolerance, he snapped. "Who do you think you're talking to, you punk!? Enough! Get him, boys!" As his partners in crimes lunges forward, the man in suit had already left the circle and approached the 'leader'. On his face was a smile and in his hands, although only a wooden sword, was at his throat. His intent to kill was as clear as the blue sky, and as the man stares at the bandit in the eyes, the bandit's instincts immediately told him that it was impossible to go against the man. "I wouldn't want to kill you, but if you leave me with no choice, I shall remove from the face of history."

The bandit immediately gave up and fell to his knees, begging for forgiveness. "Please let me go! I didn't want to turn to this! My family and my friends were all poor! Please!" Tears was already flooding his eyes, and he was sure that the man in front of him was about to kill him. The main raised his wooden blade and knocked the bandit unconscious."Seems like they're here." He mumbled to himself as he took out the mask he hid in his pocket.

Guards were already pouring into the scene in an orderly fashion. Not too long after, the bandits was captured and led back into the city to judge for their crimes. "Thank you for your hard work, sir Maximillion!" A female voice stood behind him, her arms crossed at the back. He turned to answer the soldier. "If this can relieve the citizens even if a little bit, then I'll gladly do it. Besides, trades will continue without worry after this." He told the soldier. |Oh, a new recruit? I never saw her face before in the military.| Without hesitation, Max brought up his question.
"Are you a new recruit?"
"Yes sir! My name is Eve Jasper and as of today, I am your assistant! It will be a pleasure to work with you and it is nice to meet you, sir!" Immediately Max remembered something. He was told that he will be getting an assistant someday. |Well, today's a good day as any.| He thought to himself. He walked past her and continued into the town, the soldier following him quickly. "You can drop the formality. I am not really fond of that." He casually told the soldier. She quickly rejected his offer and responded quickly. "I cannot do that, sir. You're an important pillar of Illia. I cannot treat you lightly so carelessly, sir."

Her strict and formal speech disappointed Max. For too long, after he had decided to step up and take this position, he was treated with respect. Not something he would deny as bad, but having soldiers become extremely worked up when he's around every time is tiring. He would have chose to enjoy a more relaxed situation sometimes, but he can't help it. He took on the title because Calleus's ideals was something he looked forward to. He'll just accept this for now. "You should return and report the situation to Calleus. I must go and tend to my own business." By business, he meant going to the orphanage and coach the orphans on swordsmanship. "Yes, sir! Anything else I should tell him, sir?" Her question stopped Max in his tracks. He thought about it for a while, but he decided that there's nothing to inform him. "Hmm. For now, just tell him that the bandit problem had been solved."

"Yes sir!"