The Moonlight Swordsman

While Aizel was sleeping peacefully, a 13-year-old boy appeared next to him, carrying some strange-looking plants and grass in a wooden basket that hung from his shoulder to his waist. The youngster was dressed in conventional light brown robes that appeared to be from the medieval period.

"Oi, Mr., hurry up and get up. Why are you sleeping in this beast's forest? I understand that the lake is beautiful, and it may have provided you with some enlightenment, but this is not the place to rest. Let's go; we have to hurry because we're in wolf territory right now. They are vicious beasts that will not let their prey escape easily."

"Is he cosplaying? What the fuck is he wearing?" Aizel pondered.

"What wolves and beasts, buddy? I was drunk last night, so why are you acting like one?" Aizel stated with a tinge of irritation on his face.

"You appear to be a noble if I believe." The boy identified as Aizel was dressed in a light blue plain shirt, formal black pants, and formal shoes.

"This is not the place for us to talk, so let's hurry and leave." The child begged once more, traces of panic visible in his eyes.

Suddenly, not far away, wolves howled one after the other, with a flash of lightning visible not far from where the kid and Aizel were standing. Aizel clearly heard the howls and began to wonder how the heck the wolves appeared and what this lightning was. Is this a dream, or have I been teleported somewhere else? What the fuck is going on?

"Oh no, this is bad; this is extremely bad; we must flee quickly; follow me." The child began running, traces of terror obvious on his face.

Aizel didn't hesitate for a second and began running for his life as well. He could definitely hear the howls and see the lightning.

"Is this a dream, yet why does it seem so real? I distinctly recall being on the cliffside where the lake is, but now I'm fleeing from the wolves in the forest. This is insane; I'm not even sure whether it's a dream." While running, Aizel reflected.

"What are our plans?" Aizel asked while sprinting, not even seeming fatigued because he had always worked out.

Aizel has been doing numerous things since he was a child, including reading novels, playing the piano, practicing swordsmanship through watching videos on the internet and staying fit. He has spent his 19 years dealing with bullying and sadness in this manner.

"We need to get to the nearby town as quickly as possible. The guards there may be able to save us from the thunder wolves."

"What do you mean by thunder... Just as Aizel was about to ask him about the wolves, a lightning bolt went by and struck the boy's right leg near the calves.

"Ahhhhh..." the kid yelled at the top of his lungs. The right leg's calves had gone pitch black, with visible smoke and charred skin. Before Aizel could even consider helping the child, a wolf approached and snapped the kid's neck with a bite on his neck.

Aizel could now clearly see the wolf, a 2-meter-tall purple wolf with sparks of lightning running all over its body. Long, blood-splattered canine fangs and dark, red eyes Clearly, the child died, and now it's his turn if he can't outrun the wolves.

Aizel took a deep breath and began sprinting with all his strength in the direction where large, thick trees were on his right while the wolf was busy eating his meal.

"Why is this even happening? Come on, moron, wake up from this crazy dream."

Suddenly, a dangerous sensation can be felt from his neck, and Aizel seems aware of it. He has read so many novels that he understands what this feeling is.

He rolls down quickly without even thinking to avoid the lightning bolt that was aimed at his head. Three wolves can be seen sprinting behind him, charging additional lightning bolts to shoot in his direction.

More lightning bolts began to strike Aizel's path, and he ran as fast as he could to escape being struck by them. Even after sprinting for 15 minutes, no town or village could be seen in sight.

It seems inevitable that Aizel can even outrun them or dodge the lightning bolts forever, and just like that, a lightning bolt finally struck his left leg.

"Fuckkk, this is so real; I can feel the pain, yet how could this be a dream? I should have been awake by now. It hurts like hell." Aizel shouted in agony as he clutched his left leg, which was now burning and scorching from the inside.

Meanwhile, three wolves began to circle their prey. With Saliva dripping from their mouths, they are plainly bloodthirsty wolves that are about to savor their prey.

"So that's how I'm going to die." Aizel sighed as if he had given up hope of escaping from the wolves' clutches.

"I'm not sure if everything is real or a dream, and my only regret is that I couldn't ask Irene out on a date. I'm thinking about her even as I'm dying. Hehe, I am such a simp."

Just before the wolves could even start taking a step, an enormous fireball as dark as blood emerged out of nowhere and incinerated the three wolves from the inside out.