Chained Soldier Kuusetsu Novels & Stories

I was raised around it. “—incredible tits!” a male voice cackles. “I know, man, I saw them,” another replies. The voices come from just ahead of me, where the garden circles a small water fountain. I recognize two of my soldiers. Slowing down, I peer around the corner, confirming it’s Kostya and Niro. They’re leaning on the weather-worn stones that make up the vase shape of the fountain. There’s no uniform for my soldiers; Kostya is dressed in faded jeans and a long-sleeved green shirt. His shaved head exposes a small scar by his right temple, where a bullet fragment skirted his flesh.

As the sun sets, while the sky begins to darkin here come the troops heading back to Headquarters, while the helicopter is beginning to land. As the troops starting to celebrate from their first mission. but one thing about, one of the Soldiers, well one of them which is Yusuke he can be a hand full Yusuke wasn't always so bright he would rush into battle without thinking. Yusuke was proud to serve his country. Commander walks into tent to debrief them for a rescue mission.

Once they crossed the Chaotic Mountain Range, every living thing in all the nine continents would not stand a chance against them,’ she wondered. Behind Debra, Shentel was lying on an animal skin, and her eyes were shut as she rested. Her eyelashes were trembling, and she looked really pitiful. Just like Debra, Shentel was living in fear since she was captured two days ago. Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. Just at that moment, they heard the sound of footsteps. Then, a dozen Raksasa soldiers walked over. Their leader wore white animal skin, leather armor, and he held a long blade in his hand, looking fierce.

He yawned once more and closed his eyes for a nap. He was rudely shaken awake a few hours later. Kronos's eyes shot open to see a village soldier standing over him, contempt in his eyes. He wore the dress uniform of the Sintar Dragon Tribe. A jet black and scarlet silk jacket with golden trim, white cotton long sleeved button dress shirt, jet black silk dress pants tucked over fine brown leather boots. His blue bandanna signified his superior ranking to Kronos. Flustered, Kronos scrambled to his feet and bowed at the waist to show respect.

He pushed me behind him. "More meat," he rasped. "Kaelen," I whispered, clutching his back. "There are too many." "I am endless," he said. He crouched. The soldiers fired. Not bullets. Nets. Weighted, electrified nets. Kaelen jumped. He tore through the first net. He landed on a soldier and ripped his throat out. But a second net hit him. Then a third. The electricity crackled. Kaelen roared, thrashing on the ground.