Her legs had met the ground, and a loud thump echoed as she slipped on her feet.
Every last one of the citizens stared at her, disgusted and weirded out.
"Hey, don't look at that drunkard." A mother whispered into her son's ear.
"Can't people like her still exist in our precious village?" A man past his prime commented, clutching a broom with his hand.
But out of nowhere, a slit eyed man, grey hair, seemingly in his late 20s, muttered. "Hey, hey, she's always clumsy like this, don't laugh at her." His white eyes looked her up and down, licking his lips before offering a hand.
SMACK!
In an unexpected show of disapproval, the girl swatted his hand away.
Then she stood up and dusted off her pants.
Her eyes met his. With a single glare, the man is already on the ground, pants wet with urine.
The observers gasped at the scene before throwing any object they could find at her.
But she is a swordmaster, would not even consider a challenge, and gracefully dodged every single one of them, even splitting a chair in two with nothing but her palm.
The villagers' mouths dropped with shock. Slowly, they backed away. But their mouths didn't.
"That witch! Burn her!"
"Who let that wicked woman in here!"
A guard clad in black obsidian armor witnessed the situation and came running.
He asked an old man, "What's happening over here?!"
The old man looked up at him, his eyes showed deep anger. "That witch! With her cursed powers, she placed a curse on our beloved healer!" He shouted, his eyes landing on the fallen man.
In an instant, the guard sprinted towards her, squeezing through the crowd, unsheathing his sword. He called out. "Place your hands up in the air! You're under arrest!" He shouted, pointing the sword inches away from her throat.
Her lips parted. "For what reason, I have done nothing wrong." She mumbled, her eyes showed nothing but boredom.
"Y-ou! You're a witch!" He yelled, swinging his sword, but that attempt ended horribly.
She caught his sword with only her fingers, squeezing it; it shattered under the pressure.
The man's jaw dropped in bewilderment. "I knew it! I'm now sure that you're a witch-" He was quickly cut off.
His armor crumbled into pieces.
His face displayed deep embarrassment.
Wearing nothing but his underwear, he covered it with his hands and started sprinting away.
In a split second, he was already gone.
The villagers had underestimated her prowess.
They, too, quickly escaped to their homes.
The girl was left there, frozen in her place. "I can't fathom why people hate me everywhere I go!" She thought to herself, her head portrayed an anger she didn't even know she had.
…
After a while, the girl stood outside a bar. Saliva dripped down her chin; she wiped it off with her sleeve. Her eyes lit up with excitement. "When was the last time I tasted booze?!"
She opened the door.
CREAK!
With that, everyone present there looked back at her, some barely able to keep their focus, some mesmerized like they had never seen a lady.
"Embarrassing." She whispered, her face flushed red.
She walked towards the counter before sliding a chair to sit on.
"Hey, got anything good?" She muttered, resting her face on her hand.
The bartender takes a look at her, then rummages through a storage filled with alcoholic beverages.
"You got money?" He questioned, looking hat er and up and down.
"U-h, money? I don't have that." She hushed, straightening her back.
"You think this is some charity bar? Get out of here before I call the guards." He mumbled nonchalantly, going back to wipe those bottles once again, not even taking a second look at her.
She stood up, face dropped low. She awkwardly left the bar until she noticed the ring on her finger. "This is a gift I got from my deceased master, but I don't have anything to do with it." She thought to herself, removing it from her thumb.
She aligns the ring directly with the sun, and strange scrimblings appear. "I never understood these strange words, and I don't think I'll ever will."
Sliding it into her pocket, she started walking towards a jewelry shop she had visited earlier.
A few minutes passed.
Murmurs all around her. "Do they already know what I did back then?" She thought, her face filled with anger.
A man minding his business gazed at her, but strangely, the girl was glaring at him much earlier.
In an instant, she appeared before him, tightly gripping his collar with her hand. "You! Tell me, what are these people talking about!" She shouted in his ear.
"U-h, I'll tell you! I'll tell you! Just let go of me!" He shouted at the top of his lungs, panic clouding him.
Suddenly, silence; not a single person dared to speak.
A man, clad in ragged equipment, missing an arm and an eye, walked by, barely walking upright.
The girl glanced at him, curiosity filling her.
She peeked at his face.
"Dirt blonde hair, blue-, wait, that mission, the person I was told to eliminate had the same features as this person, not counting the attractive part.
She unsheathed her sword and sprinted towards him.
Unexpectedly, she swung her sword at him, keeping it just inches away from his throat.
The mysterious man slowly lifted his hands, and his only eye met with hers.
The girl thought. "Yes, this is definitely him!"
In an instant, the girl pulls back her sword, but then she swung at him with full force, this time intending to eliminate him.
But the man wasn't as weak as she thought.
He dodged her attack. The sword hovered above his face.
The girl, noticing this, turned the sword to its sharp side and swung it down at him.
But once again, he had dodged with a simple roll to the ground.
The man stood up, slightly wobbling.
A golden sword manifested in his hand.