Page 152 of Sumanika

My hands ached. The cuts began to bleed, but I tried to climb faster.

The moment I stepped onto their boat, I looked at the tall, well–built soldiers who were looking at me.

Surprise!

They immediately lifted their swords, and I nodded, looking at them, trying to catch my breath.

Raking my eyes, I counted their number, which totaled over fifty, and I brought my hand to the side of my waist to take my three-foot-long sword out.

Tilting my head sidewards, I paced back and looked at the men in deep grey attires. I bit my lips to remind myself that my family awaited me. That my Bhaisa would kill me if anything happened to me.

Without me, Rudraja wouldn’t have a glorious upbringing, and my Bhabhisas would be devastated.

I gritted my teeth and remembered the person I wished to forget. Yet, if anything were to happen to me, she would also be heartbroken. She could not forgive herself; she would think it happened because of her.

Soldiers ran towards me, and I moved my sword through the flesh and beheaded the first one. His head flew out of the boat. The blood splashed over my face before I grabbed the neck of another one in my hand.

They had pissed me off.

How could they kill our soldiers?

First, they try to enter our land and then kill our people.

“Not done”! I clicked my tongue, pressing harder into his neck. He choked, and another one attacked me. I moved my sword into his stomach, in and out at a thundering speed, before slicing another's head.

My other hand dragged the man along. His body struggled to be freed, to breathe, and I could not stop deepening my fingers into the side of his neck to pull the primary nerves out.

He died, earning a soft chuckle from me.

Suddenly, a soldier cut through my arm, and I lifted my gaze to look at him.

Amazing!

His eyes widened.

The water dripped down my face and ears as I shook my head slowly.

"Bass yahi nahi karna tha,"“You shouldn’t have done this,” I muttered, shifting the sword from my left to right hand, and confused him by lifting it high in the air but swirled it around his chest, slicing him into two.

His inner tubes pooled out, blood dissolving into the water, and I might have noticed his poop.

It disgusted me, so I moved to the other ones.

The ship was sinking, death awaiting, death lord somewhere around, but I kept killing them one after the other. They could live only over my dead body.

I got cuts as well. But, when you have the right intention, even the devil kneels before you.

And they had to.

The death lord must wait!

After killing those fifty men, I marched closer to the cannon attacking my people and noticed a seven-foot-tall man with hip-length hair and deep red eyes.

“What the hell do you eat?” I gritted my teeth angrily as he laughed, looking at me and tsking.

I bit on my lip and tasted the blood. Some dripped down my forehead as well.

"Who are you?" I asked, and he did something that pissed me off beyond measure.

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