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One day, just one day, was when everything changed and his world turned upside down.
It was like any other day for him, known as Jerry.
Oh.
Angry Jerry, Grumpy Jerry.
Jerry the penguin knew a lot but was too white to get really angry with his nice little brother.
For Jerry, the most temperamental and angry blue penguin, everything changed that same fateful day, the day he lost his bed to a miserable and strange stranger.
That strange boy who appeared out of nowhere in his room when he was just going to see his brother near the town square.
Imagine his surprise when he saw the stranger sleeping so peacefully in his bed, he obviously got angry and yelled at him.
Oh my God.
That was the end of his quiet life.
If I had known that just by talking to that boy, everything I knew would change.
He would do it again.
Because Jerry met him and Jerry met the boy for the first time in truth after their other encounters.
After all, that boy was a young man, too young to be an adult and not too old to be a child.
But for Jerry that boy was just a young child in his eyes although he was obviously entering adulthood.
He was...
The boy was just...
A quiet boy who almost never spoke but always hid in his room to go to sleep.
Sometimes it bothered him that his voice was too soft to speak, player spoke too calmly or with relaxation in his tone of voice all the time.
And the child spoke.
At first it was annoying, a teenager bothering an adult with such simple questions that they became tedious in his own opinion, it was extremely annoying to answer every question that player asked him every time they met on their travels.
But only for that child.
He could make the exception, the child had the right to speak and it wasn't annoying enough for him, Jerry the one who shouts at everything and looks for fights with many if they don't like him.
How ironic, isn't it?
Well at first it was really fun to hear his story of such a time travel, that was nothing more than a gimmick but it would please the boy who believed in his stories.
After all, time travel didn't exist.
And so he lost contact with the boy until he remembered seeing him in the kingdom of the crazy ice king, that boy who was so energetic when speaking even though his voice was too relaxing and calm, something very contrasting to his mere personality.
He simply appeared in the territory of the cruel king.
They greeted each other momentarily only to see each other again, this time the boy had blood on his hands.
His sword and hands had fresh blood.
He didn't judge the child, after all.
He killed the magician to try to help him and get something from the magician.
His magic hat to help his little brother.
What puzzled him about the situation was that the boy only had a nervous smile on his face.
The boy was still smiling.
He gave her no words of encouragement or comfort.
I didn't know how and I knew the boy didn't need that right now.
After all, they are both murderers for different reasons.
Surely this situation must have seemed overwhelming to the poor boy right now.
But for now the smell would try to look and if it was too much for the child he would only help him if that boy could.
But a part of him doubts that that boy would ever ask him for help with anything other than that stupid ice sword or any other sword in general.
They both left the castle, heading to different destinations.
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In the frozen castle the people spoke, the knights were afraid, those men who with years of physical and mental training, finally showed their fear in the public eye.
The king's soldiers were afraid.
Fear of what they saw, fear of knowing that they failed to protect their ruler and their battle companions
Especially that boy.
A monster.
The monster was a boy who was too young.
But in the end, he was a monster.
A boy wearing a red sweatshirt and a blue scarf.
No matter what they tried to do to stop him, the boy always won in the end with that stupid wooden sword, leaving them in a dying and deteriorating state.
The child...
The monster.
He killed their leader.
They are no longer fit to be called knights or battle soldiers.
They are a failure now.
In their eyes the child shows no guilt, he just smiles as he continues to fight with them, ignoring the damage they caused to the boy.
And after that brief encounter everything changed the former soldiers heard rumors that the boy saved someone.
They don't want to believe it, not after knowing what that murderous brat did to their leader and to them.
They don't want to believe that a murderer can be a savior.
They want to deny that fact. They want to believe that.
Days and weeks passed to better investigate what happened on that throne.
They realized that the murderer was not the child.
It was the sword.
The young man could have fought his king, but the king's cursed sword was what caused his leader's death.
That damned sword caused a cold and painful death.
It withers like a poor flower that couldn't stand the weather.
What killed their king, their leader was the cursed sword that froze and deteriorated the body of their kind and sweet ruler.
That sword that changes you into something disgusting, that sword that...
That sword that is now in the hands of that boy...
The knights now only feel sorry for the situation and silently pray that the boy doesn't end up like their king.
Some of the soldiers are citizens now that they traveled and saw the child after a long time.
They were no longer wearing their armor just casual clothes but when they looked at the boy after a long time
They saw that the boy's eyes were red, the reality was evident, the child was crying in secret.
And they just realized that the child smiles at the pain he feels because he doesn't know how to express himself.
He doesn't know how to say that he's wrong.
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One day she noticed a new boy in her town.
AH the merchants like to talk about the child who walks alone in every town they pass through after all every town had a network of information that only the merchants knew.
The boy who always buys food on his trips.
But sometimes he was seen picking fruit from the trees, indicating that he did not have the money to pay for something in the stores.
There was another gossip among the merchants that day.
The boy was poor, too poor to continue buying anything other than something to fight or heal.
What a poor boy was a player.
Maybe next time some merchants would give him something for free.
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My name is Player.
I'm tired.
Yesterday
I saved a boy, a little older than me, I'm known as the boy with the cursed swords but I saved that guy who was a disgusting person before he turned into that thing.
I saved him and now he is a good person.
Am I a good person?
Kill someone to have the sword in the desert...
Am I a good person?
I can't sleep well, but I don't feel anything.
I saved him and I don't feel anything.
Kill the man with the sword.
It...
Dead?
Because I feel so confused, I hear whispers, they are not as bad as before.
Not like on the train.
Not like in the jungle.
Not like the moment when Kyoko's sister spoke to me when I approached that sword.
Am I...a bad person?
I feel empty.
Jerry...
Kyoko...
Tell me why I feel so empty...
Jerry....
Where are they....
Kyoko....
Please....
I don't feel well....
I don't know what's wrong with me.....
Am I a...?
...
That I am...
Who am I...?
Ah....
TRUE.
I'm just the one who collects the swords...
Understand...
Who are you?
Do you know what my name is?
Oh, I'm the cursed hero.
Thanks for reminding me about the voice!
You always know what to say to me.
I hate.
Thanks Odio for guiding me.
Chapter 2: Help me... Kyoko, Jerry
Summary:
He..
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Who are you?
Ah.
Jerry and Kyoko
I'm sorry but I don't know them.
......
.....
I don't know why they call me that.
I don't have a name...
My name is not player.
Don't call me that....
Help me....
Kyoko,Jerry
Oh?
I didn't say that, it must be your imagination.
You're welcome.
Oh I'll kill you.