“Good Sir Shouta Aizawa, prithee enter... enter forthwith..” The king invited his knight in. The black haired knight came inside of the castle, his hand held tight to the pommel of his great sword that was given to him by the late majesty. Aizawa the knight took a knee and bowed, ready to serve the majesty himself “What noble endeavor doth require accomplishment, mine lord?” Aizawa asks, looking up from the ground to look into his majesty’s focused and calculated eyes

“I do greatly fear that our noble keep is in peril, for whispers abound of a fierce dragon in yonder vicinity. I beseech thee to vanquish it forthwith! The king ordered, reasonably enraged, enough to show emotion. The king got up and looks to Aizawa with his furious brown eyes, his face was red with anger. Aizawa understood his anger and nodded in reply, he slowly got up and pulled his sword from his sheathe*

“I shall vanquish the drake and bring forth its severed head unto thy threshold, that thou mayest display it. Mark my utterances, thy royal highness.”

Aizawa was now on his way to vanquish the dragon. He mounted onto his trusted steed and rode into town, his black eyes cold and calculating. He had brought the scroll of the dragons. The scroll contained the weapons and needs to slay a dragon and sever it, it wasn’t an easy job as it took him a week to find the needs.

And finally.. he was at the cave.

Aizawa lands on the ground onto a puddle, it was a cloudy and gloomy day, the clouds covered the happiness of the blue sky. It dimmed the light around the large circled cave. He sheathes his sword and walks in, no hesitation whatsoever. He had a duty to complete and he won’t die until he’s achieved what he had marked

“Hie thee hither, thou foul beast. Reveal thyself, lest thou be deemed a craven. I shall sever thy head to preserve the village, should it be my final endeavor.”