Legend of the Romantic Heroes

On a sweltering summer day, the city of Mysos was bustling with people. A young girl was performing martial arts on the street. She was elfin-looking, with almond-shaped eyes and rosy cheeks. Her long, glossy black hair was tied in twin ponytails. She wore a tight-fitting blue dress that accentuated her alluring figure. Her large breasts swayed with her swordplay, and her slender waist was incredibly delicate. The slit in the dress revealed her long, white legs. She exuded youth and vitality, a fit and athletic type.

The girl wielded a greatsword with graceful and heroic movements, clearly a master swordsman. Her swordsmanship surpassed her dancing skills, yet it did not diminish the beauty of her movements.

"Tsk tsk tsk, H-rank... no, at least I-rank." There were many lecherous men in the crowd, but the most lecherous of them all was the man who spoke. He was about fifteen or sixteen years old, handsome, with long black hair, wearing light armor, and a silver sword at his waist. He appeared to be a swordsman.

His name was Thunderbird, a reincarnation from another world. However, he was raised by his master from a young age and didn't know who his parents were. After completing his training, his master sent him away, and he began traveling the world.

He happened to pass by this place and saw such a beautiful girl performing martial arts. He was immediately aroused by what he saw and couldn't resist making a move.

"Ultimate move, scooping the moon from the sea."

"Ah!"

Thunderbird pretended to approach the girl, acting as someone who had been pushed out of the way. He happened to touch her and grabbed her large breasts from behind with both hands.

"Whoa!" The crowd gasped, some men almost having nosebleeds.

"Make way! Make way!" Suddenly, someone pushed through the crowd, shouting.

After pushing through the crowd, several burly soldiers appeared before the girl. They menacingly asked, "Who gave you permission to perform martial arts here?"

"Do I need permission to perform martial arts?"

"Oh! You sharp-tongued little girl! Recently, there have been rebellious elements causing trouble in the city. The city lord has ordered that anyone seen acting suspiciously be arrested. You are suspicious, and we are going to arrest you."

"What? Ah!"

Thunderbird grabbed the girl's large breasts and squeezed them upwards, sending a shiver down her spine. The soldiers nearly had nosebleeds at the sight.

"Who's hiding in the back?"

Thunderbird realized the trouble was brewing, so he withdrew his hands, stepped forward, and laughed, "Hahaha, I was just passing by."

"Hmph, dissolute behavior, a traitor! Arrest them all!"

"Still looking? Run!"

Thunderbird grabbed the girl's hand and ran in the opposite direction of the soldiers, who immediately gave chase.

"I didn't do anything wrong, why should I run?" the girl asked as she ran.

"Idiot, didn't you hear the soldiers trying to catch us? If we don't run, will they arrest us and put us in jail? Enough talk, run faster!"

The two turned into a cold alley, weaving through houses, hiding here and there, finally escaping jail.

"Who are you? What's your name?" the girl asked Thunderbird while resting.

"Thunderbird, and you?"

"Isna."

"Hmm, now that we're safe, let's part ways."

Isna grabbed Thunderbird's arm with both hands and said firmly, "You can't just leave like this. You just touched my breasts, we have to get married."

"Married?"

"Yes, my mother said a girl's breasts are for her future husband to touch. You touched mine, so you're my husband, and we have to get married."

Thunderbird remembered what his master had said.

"Thunderbird, I must remind you, you can't marry any woman, you can only play with her." Thunderbird's master said righteously and sternly.

"Marry? What does 'marry' mean?" In his previous life, Thunderbird was also a naive boy, only interested in observing women's bodies, but had no concept of marriage.

"It means marriage. When a man and a woman marry, they are bound together, so marriage is a man's grave."
"Grave? How scary."

"So you must remember, you can play with as many women as you want, just don't marry her."

"Disciple understands, I will definitely not marry a woman."

Recalling this, Thunderbird shuddered as soon as he heard Isna say she wanted to marry him, and without saying a word, he forcefully shook off Isna's hands.

"Don't bother me, I will not marry you."

"No! We must get married."

Thunderbird made a face at Isna, and then ran away in a flash.

Thunderbird thought that he could not stay in this city. He had offended the soldiers of this city, and his appearance had already been remembered, so he had no choice but to leave the city as soon as possible.

Three days later, Thunderbird arrived at Biu City, but when he was about to enter the city, the person standing in front of him waiting for him was actually Isna!

"You can't escape."

"Oh my god, how did I run into you again? How did you know I would come here? What's even stranger is how you were faster than me?"

"It's a secret, don't say more, let's get married right away!"

Escape!

Three days later, Thunderbird arrived in Kowei City. This time he was cautious, carefully observing along the way to see if he was being followed. Only after confirming that no one was following him did he approach Kowei City.

"Hi."

"It's you again? You monster!"

"Let's get married."

Escape again!

After several such incidents, Thunderbird began to suspect that he was under some kind of spell or curse. Otherwise, why was she always able to follow him? Even when he took a detour, she would still find him. This was impossible under normal circumstances.

So Thunderbird took a bath by the river, and only after confirming that there were no strange talismans on him did he feel at ease. On the twentieth day, Thunderbird arrived in a small southern town in the Kingdom of Saint Linbei. This time, he finally couldn't see Isna. Thunderbird was overjoyed, shaking off the gloom of the past two weeks. He decided to have a big feast in the town.

But as soon as Thunderbird stepped into the small shop, he felt uneasy, as if he were being watched. Having little experience with such things, he didn't know what was about to happen, but his innate sixth sense told him something was amiss.

Sure enough, just after he finished lunch, the sounds of fighting came from the street. Curious, he went out of the restaurant to see what was happening, and was stunned. The street was in chaos; two groups were fighting. One group wore uniform-style armor, clearly soldiers of the government, while the other group wore simple yellow robes, wielding long swords, and were fiercely battling the soldiers.

Along the way, Thunderbird had heard news about rebels, and judging from the group's attire, they must be the rebels.

The rebels outnumbered the soldiers by several dozen, and each of them was exceptionally skilled in martial arts, only inferior in equipment. It seemed the rebels would win.

Just as Thunderbird understood the situation, a large number of archers appeared on the rooftops of the surrounding houses. Upon their appearance, the sword-wielding soldiers retreated; the situation had suddenly changed—the rebels were now surrounded!

"Loose the arrows!"

"Clang, clang, clang

!" "Whoosh! " "Swish, swish, swish!" Arrows rained down, and although the rebels raised their swords in defense, they could not avoid the dense rain of arrows, and many were hit. "Hahahaha, stop!" A tall, burly man stepped out from among the soldiers. Judging from his command to the archers, he must be a leader or something similar.

"You rebels have really messed up this time, trying to stage a coup? The country has already discovered your plan. Surrender!"

"Traitors!" Among the rebels was a young woman with long orange hair, partly tied back with a ribbon. Her bright, intelligent eyes exuded the air of a general. She had a straight, delicate nose, red lips, and white teeth, giving her a strong and resolute appearance. She wore a pink battle robe, her figure voluptuous, her full breasts rising and falling with her breath.

She held a silver sword, facing the enemy without fear, displaying a fearless and unyielding spirit.

"Heh heh, I didn't expect there to be a female swordsman among the rebels, and one with such beauty at that. It would be a shame to kill her. If you're willing to be my wife, I'll spare your life."

"Dream on!" "

You're hot! I wonder how good you are in bed?"

"You lecher! Take this!" She charged angrily at the leader-like man
. The archers on the roof immediately drew their bows, ready to fire, but the man raised his hand to signal a halt. Then he ordered his men to bring out a huge spiked club. "Heh heh, let me have a go at you, little brat."

Her swordsmanship was agile and swift, each swing and slash landing perfectly. But the man wielded the huge spiked club with wide, sweeping strokes, attacking and defending simultaneously, making it impossible for her to gain the upper hand.

"Clang!"

Her sword clashed with the spiked club. Of course, the man was stronger. Her sword flew from her hand and fell to the ground. Seeing the opportunity, the man seized the chance and punched her in the stomach.

"Ah!" She cried out and knelt down.

"Hahahaha, I love women without clothes the most."

The man put down his spiked club, grabbed her collar with both hands, and tried to tear her clothes off. She was shocked and ashamed, her hands weakly resisting.

"Hiss!"

"Hahahaha."

"No...don't..." she managed to utter two words.

"Pfft!"

The man spread his hands wide and tore her clothes open, now her smooth white skin was completely exposed to him.

"A beauty! Hahahahahahaha!"

The man frantically tore her clothes to shreds, and in the end even took off her shoes, leaving her naked in front of him.

"Miss Salo!"

The rebels rushed towards the man immediately.

"Fire arrows!"

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

"Ooh!"

"Hahahaha, watch me punish you on the spot."

"No!"

The man unbuckled his belt, took off his pants, revealing his ugly penis, and was about to mount his horse when the rebels rushed towards him like madmen.

"Soldiers, charge! Don't let them get in my way!"

"Yes, sir!" the soldiers responded in unison.

Just as the man, leering, gripped his penis, preparing to thrust it into Sharo's flower-like opening, a lewd laugh even more depraved than his rang out.

"Hehehe hahaha."

The voice approached the man like a ghost, and he suddenly felt a chilling aura. Then, his manhood snapped off, blood gushing out.

"Aaaaah! My...my manhood!"

He looked up in agony, only to see a handsome young man before him, a sword at his neck.
"No...don't kill me...I'll give you anything."

"I'll take your life."

With a single, swift stroke, the young man was dead.

The young man was Thunderbird. He had approached the man unnoticed, severing his manhood just as he was about to do his business, before taking his life.

Thunderbird looked down at the fragrant, delicate body on the ground. Sharo had already fainted from fright, so Thunderbird picked her up and carried her away.

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