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Roxus is alone. No friends. No love. No family. No need for security in others. No drive. No purpose. No destiny. No feelings. No dreams. No one dare cross his path.

Only a road ahead of him and a sword behind him. Only fighting embedded into his head. Only his life and his sword.

Roxus walks with a blank expression. He walks with no sense if time for time is not important.

Roxus comes to an abrupt stop. A military check point. Two rats stood in front Roxus spiting as they spoke and using foul language. Commanding Roxus to show his gear. Roxus held out his sword. The rats laugh and joke at the thin blade. One reaches for it and loses his hand. The other attacks Roxus and loses his head. Roxus finishes the other rat. Shoving his blade through his neck. Roxus cleans his blade quickly and walks away.

More military would show their hideous faces.