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The Last Wild Master: Chapter 33
By: jungleboy69
Chapter 33: John. J. Keeshan
"I can't believe we're going to meet John Keeshan!!" John exclaimed as he and the others headed back to the inn. "He's my hero, I've heard he took on an entire army of orcs with nothing but a kitchen knife!!"
"You really think that Keeshan will help us?" Darren asked. "Of course, he will." John replied, proudly. "If there's anyone who can help us take down that orc army, it's John. J. Keeshan the Orc-Slayer!!"
"You speak so highly of him." Jessica added, smiling in amusement. "My dad told me stories about him when I was little." John replied, grinning. "Keeshan was a renowned war-hero known for killing orcs, Black-Rocks especially."
"Well, why would a war-hero be living in here?" Damien asked. "I would think that he would be living in a large house, with servants." "I'm not sure." John asked, as they entered into the inn. Once inside, they were greeted by Rosie. "Welcome back!" She cheered. "Congratulations of getting rid of those gnolls!"
Gretchen smiled. "Thanks, but we're still not out of the woods yet." She replied. "I want to know, is there really an underground fight club underneath this inn?" She asked. Rosie looked surprised. "How did you know that?" She asked. "Colonel Trote-man told us about it." Darren added. "We're looking for a man named John. J. Keeshan."
Rosie's eyes widened a bit. "Sir Keeshan?" She asked. "Yes, we need to speak to him, it's important." Rosie looked around for a moment. "Well, he's downstairs in the fight club," she explained. "but I don't think it's wise to see him."
"We really have too." John insisted. "It's important that we talk to him, he's the only one who can help us." Rosie sighed and shook her head. "I don't think you understand." She replied sadly. "Keeshan is no longer the hero he once was, he's changed so much."
"What do you mean?" Darren asked. "War can change a person in more ways than one," Rosie replied. "and not always for the better." "Losing his wife to orcs, fighting in endless wars, and being rejected by the people he swore to protect; Keeshan has been through struggles that no one should ever face."
The team went silent. "I can show you where he is," Rosie offered. "but I must warn you, Keeshan is no longer the man he was before." The friends looked at each other in confusion before making their way to the kitchen where a staircase led down to the basement.
(2 mins later...)
Rosie wasn't kidding about the cellar; it was packed with people who were surrounding a makeshift arena which was really a rope circle. Inside were two muscular men engaged in a fist fight, the larger man was wearing nothing but green jeans, exposing his broad bare body. He had tattoos on his arms and his long orange hair had two large braids on his side.
The other man was a foot short than him, but still was rather muscular. He had long auburn hair and wore thick brown jeans. Both men were battered and bruised as they continued their fight admis the cheers of the crowd.
“So, which one of them is Keeshan?” Darren asked. “I’m not sure...” John replied. “I forgot to ask the Colonel what he looks like.” “You think it’s him?” Damien pointed to the larger muscular man. “He look like a war-hero.”
“I don’t think so.” Gretchen replied. “Not every hero has to be beefed up.” “Well, maybe it’s him.” Darren suggested, pointing to the other man. “Nah, he doesn’t have that warrior’s image.” John replied, shaking his head. “Maybe Trote-man was mistaken.”
“I don’t think so.” Gretchen added. “Rosie said so herself that Keeshan will be here.” *POW!!* The friends snapped out of their conversation when they saw the smaller man punch the other man dead on the face, making him cry out in pain.
Before he could recover, he was punched in the gut by his opponent before receiving an uppercut to the jaw. A few more punches, a headbutt and finally a strong kick was enough to bring him down. The crowd erupted with cheers as the victor stumbled a bit, breathing hard.
“Once again, John. J. Keeshan is victorious!!” The referee exclaimed. “Those of you who bet on him, receive your rewards!” The friends stared in surprise at that statement, before turning at the victor. “That’s...Keeshan?” Damien added. “Are you sure?”
“That’s not possible...” John muttered. “I’ve always thought he would be taller in person.” “Well, at least we found him.” Gretchen pointed out. “Let’s not waste anymore time.” “So, who’s going to ask him?” She added. “I think that Darren’s already got it covered.” Damien pointed out.
Darren had already gone over to Keeshan, who was sitting on a small wooden stool and bandaging his wounds. “Excuse me, sir?” Darren asked politely. “Are you John. J. Keeshan?” The said man looked up and Darren saw his face, he had brown eyes and a slightly chiseled face.
What surprised him more was the expression on his face, it was one that many soldiers had after a long year at war. He had an exhausted look in his eyes and if Darren looked closer, there was a hint of sadness and regret there. “I am Keeshan.” He replied, a bit coldly. “What’s it to you?”
“Sir,” Darren replied. “Colonel Trote-man send us here to speak to you.” He explained as his friends came over. “We are students from Eternia Academy and we need your help.” Keeshan looked at the friends. “If you’re asking me to be a teacher at your school, I’m not interested.” He replied, sounding bored already.
“No, it’s not that sir.” Gretchen added. “We need your help to fight some orcs.” At the mention of ‘orcs’, Keeshan’s eyes widen a bit. “What do you know about orcs?” He asked.
(5 mins later...)
The friends told him everything, from the kidnappings to the invasion plans of the Black-Rocks. They left nothing out, making sure they described every detail. After they finished, they looked at Keeshan, whose eyes were now shadowed by his hair.
“Sir, please.” John spoke up. “That’s why we need you; you’re one of the greatest warriors of all Eternia.” “You know more about killing orcs better than anyone.” He added. “If anyone can help us stop this invasion, it’s you.”
“That’s where you’re wrong.” Keeshan grimly replied, looking at them with sad eyes. “I’m afraid I can’t help you, I’m long retired.” The friends were taken aback. “Sir, you don’t mean that.” Damien pointed out. “We saw you fight; you’re more capable than we thought.”
“Please, sir.” Gretchen added. “We need you; if nothing is done, more innocent people will be killed.” “Innocent...” Keeshan muttered. “You think these people are innocent...” The friends were a bit taken aback by his cold tone.
“I didn’t ask to fight in those wars, they did...” He explained. “I did what I had to win, to survive.” “Being captured by those filthy, crap-swilling, maggot orcs and being used as a toliet for five, f*cking years...” He swallowed hard, as if fighting the urge to throw up.
“After breaking out and heading back to my hometown, I was expecting a hero’s welcome, an astounding ovation for my service.” His hands curled into fists. “Instead, people were spitting on me, insulting me, calling me a baby orc killer and all kinds of vile crap!”
The team listened in shocked silence. “That can’t be...” John muttered in disbelief. “I’ve always thought...” “Well, what did you expect?” Keeshan shot back. “Some sort of brave, rugged warrior; dressed in armor, with his weapon drawn and the sun rising up from behind him?”
“Well, guess what...” He added, coldly. “There are no heroes in this world, war is not exciting or glorious.” He explained. “It’s all just survival of the fittest and merely doing it again and again until you wind up dead.” He stood back and began to leave.
“I’m sorry...” He replied. “Tell Colonel Trote-Man to find someone else to fight his war...” With that, he quietly headed back upstairs. “I’m going to get a drink before my next match.” He muttered, leaving the friends worried as they watched him leave.
By: jungleboy69
Chapter 33: John. J. Keeshan
"I can't believe we're going to meet John Keeshan!!" John exclaimed as he and the others headed back to the inn. "He's my hero, I've heard he took on an entire army of orcs with nothing but a kitchen knife!!"
"You really think that Keeshan will help us?" Darren asked. "Of course, he will." John replied, proudly. "If there's anyone who can help us take down that orc army, it's John. J. Keeshan the Orc-Slayer!!"
"You speak so highly of him." Jessica added, smiling in amusement. "My dad told me stories about him when I was little." John replied, grinning. "Keeshan was a renowned war-hero known for killing orcs, Black-Rocks especially."
"Well, why would a war-hero be living in here?" Damien asked. "I would think that he would be living in a large house, with servants." "I'm not sure." John asked, as they entered into the inn. Once inside, they were greeted by Rosie. "Welcome back!" She cheered. "Congratulations of getting rid of those gnolls!"
Gretchen smiled. "Thanks, but we're still not out of the woods yet." She replied. "I want to know, is there really an underground fight club underneath this inn?" She asked. Rosie looked surprised. "How did you know that?" She asked. "Colonel Trote-man told us about it." Darren added. "We're looking for a man named John. J. Keeshan."
Rosie's eyes widened a bit. "Sir Keeshan?" She asked. "Yes, we need to speak to him, it's important." Rosie looked around for a moment. "Well, he's downstairs in the fight club," she explained. "but I don't think it's wise to see him."
"We really have too." John insisted. "It's important that we talk to him, he's the only one who can help us." Rosie sighed and shook her head. "I don't think you understand." She replied sadly. "Keeshan is no longer the hero he once was, he's changed so much."
"What do you mean?" Darren asked. "War can change a person in more ways than one," Rosie replied. "and not always for the better." "Losing his wife to orcs, fighting in endless wars, and being rejected by the people he swore to protect; Keeshan has been through struggles that no one should ever face."
The team went silent. "I can show you where he is," Rosie offered. "but I must warn you, Keeshan is no longer the man he was before." The friends looked at each other in confusion before making their way to the kitchen where a staircase led down to the basement.
(2 mins later...)
Rosie wasn't kidding about the cellar; it was packed with people who were surrounding a makeshift arena which was really a rope circle. Inside were two muscular men engaged in a fist fight, the larger man was wearing nothing but green jeans, exposing his broad bare body. He had tattoos on his arms and his long orange hair had two large braids on his side.
The other man was a foot short than him, but still was rather muscular. He had long auburn hair and wore thick brown jeans. Both men were battered and bruised as they continued their fight admis the cheers of the crowd.
“So, which one of them is Keeshan?” Darren asked. “I’m not sure...” John replied. “I forgot to ask the Colonel what he looks like.” “You think it’s him?” Damien pointed to the larger muscular man. “He look like a war-hero.”
“I don’t think so.” Gretchen replied. “Not every hero has to be beefed up.” “Well, maybe it’s him.” Darren suggested, pointing to the other man. “Nah, he doesn’t have that warrior’s image.” John replied, shaking his head. “Maybe Trote-man was mistaken.”
“I don’t think so.” Gretchen added. “Rosie said so herself that Keeshan will be here.” *POW!!* The friends snapped out of their conversation when they saw the smaller man punch the other man dead on the face, making him cry out in pain.
Before he could recover, he was punched in the gut by his opponent before receiving an uppercut to the jaw. A few more punches, a headbutt and finally a strong kick was enough to bring him down. The crowd erupted with cheers as the victor stumbled a bit, breathing hard.
“Once again, John. J. Keeshan is victorious!!” The referee exclaimed. “Those of you who bet on him, receive your rewards!” The friends stared in surprise at that statement, before turning at the victor. “That’s...Keeshan?” Damien added. “Are you sure?”
“That’s not possible...” John muttered. “I’ve always thought he would be taller in person.” “Well, at least we found him.” Gretchen pointed out. “Let’s not waste anymore time.” “So, who’s going to ask him?” She added. “I think that Darren’s already got it covered.” Damien pointed out.
Darren had already gone over to Keeshan, who was sitting on a small wooden stool and bandaging his wounds. “Excuse me, sir?” Darren asked politely. “Are you John. J. Keeshan?” The said man looked up and Darren saw his face, he had brown eyes and a slightly chiseled face.
What surprised him more was the expression on his face, it was one that many soldiers had after a long year at war. He had an exhausted look in his eyes and if Darren looked closer, there was a hint of sadness and regret there. “I am Keeshan.” He replied, a bit coldly. “What’s it to you?”
“Sir,” Darren replied. “Colonel Trote-man send us here to speak to you.” He explained as his friends came over. “We are students from Eternia Academy and we need your help.” Keeshan looked at the friends. “If you’re asking me to be a teacher at your school, I’m not interested.” He replied, sounding bored already.
“No, it’s not that sir.” Gretchen added. “We need your help to fight some orcs.” At the mention of ‘orcs’, Keeshan’s eyes widen a bit. “What do you know about orcs?” He asked.
(5 mins later...)
The friends told him everything, from the kidnappings to the invasion plans of the Black-Rocks. They left nothing out, making sure they described every detail. After they finished, they looked at Keeshan, whose eyes were now shadowed by his hair.
“Sir, please.” John spoke up. “That’s why we need you; you’re one of the greatest warriors of all Eternia.” “You know more about killing orcs better than anyone.” He added. “If anyone can help us stop this invasion, it’s you.”
“That’s where you’re wrong.” Keeshan grimly replied, looking at them with sad eyes. “I’m afraid I can’t help you, I’m long retired.” The friends were taken aback. “Sir, you don’t mean that.” Damien pointed out. “We saw you fight; you’re more capable than we thought.”
“Please, sir.” Gretchen added. “We need you; if nothing is done, more innocent people will be killed.” “Innocent...” Keeshan muttered. “You think these people are innocent...” The friends were a bit taken aback by his cold tone.
“I didn’t ask to fight in those wars, they did...” He explained. “I did what I had to win, to survive.” “Being captured by those filthy, crap-swilling, maggot orcs and being used as a toliet for five, f*cking years...” He swallowed hard, as if fighting the urge to throw up.
“After breaking out and heading back to my hometown, I was expecting a hero’s welcome, an astounding ovation for my service.” His hands curled into fists. “Instead, people were spitting on me, insulting me, calling me a baby orc killer and all kinds of vile crap!”
The team listened in shocked silence. “That can’t be...” John muttered in disbelief. “I’ve always thought...” “Well, what did you expect?” Keeshan shot back. “Some sort of brave, rugged warrior; dressed in armor, with his weapon drawn and the sun rising up from behind him?”
“Well, guess what...” He added, coldly. “There are no heroes in this world, war is not exciting or glorious.” He explained. “It’s all just survival of the fittest and merely doing it again and again until you wind up dead.” He stood back and began to leave.
“I’m sorry...” He replied. “Tell Colonel Trote-Man to find someone else to fight his war...” With that, he quietly headed back upstairs. “I’m going to get a drink before my next match.” He muttered, leaving the friends worried as they watched him leave.
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