World War 1 As A Bar Fight の小説・ストーリー

Now I understand that's what he was afraid of. War is cruel, rules are rules. Let alone an animal, even a human has a cruel side that doesn't care about the enemy. If they had the chance to behead their enemy they would. Arnett must have expected me to end up like that. She knows if Lucan can't help me, I should support Lucan. The discussion about war was not only about setting up war tactics and tactics on the battlefield. But also attack personally first. We had to provoke a commotion in a public place so that it became a problem with a protracted conflict.

The moment Andrea opened his mouth and said the wrong thing, I knew we were screwed. The man’s eyes darkened, his face twisting in rage. “You son of a—” His fist came fast, aiming straight for Andrea’s jaw. Andrea barely ducked in time, stumbling back into me. Before I could react, another guy lunged at us, knocking over a table in the process. And just like that, chaos erupted. Beer bottles shattered against the floor, chairs scraped violently as men leaped to their feet, and the once lively bar turned into an all-out war zone.

A wordless vow. The battle was far from over. The war was only beginning. But in the quiet of the shattered moment, there was a new agreement forged. Not in sunlight in a lodge, but in the debris of a penthouse, sealed with blood and tears and a valor that would never be shamed. They would fight, but they would fight together, on their own terms, with or without the world's recognition.

couldn't have really killed each other, could they? The world war is over. No more killings take place in the modern world except in a few places in the Middle East. No one was shooting each other in the middle of Seattle unless they were watching a scene in a movie. However, of course, Eve could convince herself that last night's events were not part of a movie.

“But they have no honour. We can’t win if we fight with honour.” I know she’s telling me the truth, but letting go of something I've valued for most of my life isn't as easy as I'd like it to be. “I am just trying to keep casualties to a minimum.” “I once read a story,” Willow says. “About a British solder taking pity on an enemy soldier during World War One. They said the British soldier looked right at his unarmed enemy who had his arms in the air, begging for mercy. The British soldier had a clear shot of the young man, but instead he felt sorry for his enemy, and let him go. Several years later, that unarmed soldier started World War Two.”

(Professor Bar) Just like any Thinkers and scholars, they rather in avoidance of violence and wars. But then again, they lived in the world and era of constant war and danger, Every single person in this room knows this fact and they were all sharing the same mindset, which is no longer they will stand still and just accept anything that were thrown at them. They would fight for their lives, just like I have thought them and let them witness how I stood for them.

“She didn’t weaken me. She made me whole. And that’s why you’ll never win.” Barren’s eyes darkened. Dominic kept advancing. “No deal. No retreat. No surrender. I walk away from nothing that belongs to me.” “And you think she belongs to you?” Barren sneered. “No,” Dominic said. “But I belong to them.” Barren lunged. But Dominic was already moving. The fight wasn’t flashy. It wasn’t cinematic. It was brutal. Efficient. A collision of two men who had been predators too long to pretend otherwise. Barren struck first — a blow to Dominic’s injured arm.

"I understand everything." "You understand emotions. You do not understand people." The words hit harder than any attack. The boy looked away. For a brief second, he truly looked like a wounded child. Then the darkness around him trembled. "People created wars." His voice lost its innocence. "They betrayed each other." The white world began shaking. "They killed their own children." The shadows became larger. "They destroyed worlds in the name of justice and called themselves heroes." Evelyn remained standing. Because he was not entirely wrong.

“He talked too much. Who’s next?” The shock on their faces said they were stunned that I’d snuffed out the life of their colleague faster than they could blink. But soon, the reality dawned on them that we’d started a war, and anger quickly replaced the shock on their faces. Man after man, the weapons came out: guns, sticks, and daggers. But this was a war I intended to win. “Anatoly?” “Boss?”

My breath caught in my throat, my lips parting as the words rang in my ears. I stared at it, reading it over. And over. And over again. Something heavy started in my chest, spreading through my entire body with a speed that made my breathing catch. My grip on the book tightened. "It had not always been like this," I whispered, my voice unrecognizable even to my own ears. My eyes found the pages again, my heart pounding in my chest as I read the words that changed everything. 'The decade-long conflict that constitutes the Great War resulted in catastrophic losses on both sides. The wolf population, while militarily superior in individual capability, suffered an unexpected disadvantage in the