Vengeance of The Broken Lycan Prince [BL]
Chapter 333: The Power of Life And Death, A Hinata Mystery

Chapter 333: The Power of Life And Death, A Hinata Mystery

[KAWAI]

"Are you alright in the head?" Akila asked in earnest.

He wasn’t sure that Sanji was in the right mind because there was just no way the man had looked around and figured that this bit of madness was what he wanted to engage in.

It didn’t make any sense for anyone to think like that in a place that was easily the most dangerous of them all. Then again, the way that Sanji had effortlessly roped his father into the mess left a lot to be desired and questioned.

This was insanity at best, but then was it even supposed to be surprising for Akila when he could see that the man before then didn’t even have so much as a game plan right now?

"One day you will understand," Sanji said as he grabbed one of the blades and stabbed himself twice in the neck and throat with a smirk on his face like this wasn’t his shit anymore.

Or perhaps it was because he was confident that Zula and the other Furfantes would step up and continue their mission.

Perhaps this right here was supposed to be the trigger for the Lycans to start a revolution against the king and for the Furfantes to rally the Kawai enemies and bring them to the doorstep of the royals, so that they wouldn’t ever have a choice but to let the king go.

It was honestly a beautiful plan, save for the part where it was insane and that no one in their right mind would join in. But perhaps all they needed was such salvation, even as Sanji fell to the ground, his blood sputtering on the barbarians who had surrounded him.

The other Lycans warriors watched in pure and utter disgust as Sanji’s eyes closed because of the stupid shit he had just done.

The man had the chance to make things right for himself, and yet he chose the one way out that would create even more chaos. But would it really be so, when the prince was smirking at the dead body before him?

"Bet he’s always been this pathetic," Tamiko said with an exaggerated sigh. He knew that nothing would ever be the same but it wouldn’t be because of the bastard who had fallen to the ground and was probably going to bleed to his death, no.

He knew it was because of the way that life changed for the one too many times. But what of the warriors? What would Tamiko say to them when now they weren’t sure whether Sanji was a traitor or not?

The man had disgraced the Lycan and none of them would ever think about Sanji in any other way. It was the worst possible thing that could ever happen and honestly, it wasn’t the easiest of shit out there.

No one would ever be able to fully understand just the implications of this little stunt. But perhaps it was not the right audience, no? Perhaps there needed to be a larger audience for the shenanigans that Sanji had resorted to.

"My apologies, sire," Akila said even though he wasn’t sorry about what Sanji had done. He was just sorry that the bastard had been so weak and pathetic that he didn’t even deserve to stand in front of the prince and make his case.

He was sorry that the bastard had tried to make shit heavier for the prince and that this little elimination was so fucked over. This wasn’t the right time for stunts and they were all already aware of it. Perhaps they just wait it out, right?

"Don’t worry, Akila. I’m not as forgiving of suicidal traitors like my father is. Wake him up," Tamiko said, and gasps were heard in the crowd of warriors who were armed and raised to go to war for the prince in case things didn’t go right for them.

"What?" Akila asked as his eyes trailed off to Igor Konstantin who was watching amusedly.

He had known that the prince was never going to let Sanji go that easily. He knew that when he saw the disbelieving smile that Tamiko had on his face the entire time that Sanji was ranting at Akila about a past that Akila genuinely had nothing to do with.

It was a pathetic attempt and Igor would never forget this. He would never get sick of reminding Sanjiro of the greatest failures as this one was the most embarrassing of them all.

This was insanity cited in simple truths and yet even then, Sanji wasn’t able to make things right for his elf. He was apathetic. He was a bastard and Kosta wouldn’t let him go too.

"He’s not dead... But that doesn’t mean he won’t feel the pain wither," Tamiko said softly as he held Kosta’s arm gently as if it was the hour for romantics.

This was a beautiful day and it had been from the morning, but with Sanji looking like beef on the platter, it would only ever get better for them all and they knew it.

No one would understand what life was like completely but at least the warriors knew what shame looked like.

"Oh shit," Sanji gasped as Akila kicked him in the gut, waking him up. The man looked like shit, but the shock on his face made it all worth it. It made the entire circus award worthy which was even worse for the man in question.

"How did death feel like, Sanjiro?" Akila tainted and Sanji groaned.

"Seeing your face even in the afterlife is a shame, Akila. Or did Igor finally realize that you were useless to him and murdered you to come keep me company, eh?" Sanji laughed sinisterly as he held his hurting neck and throat.

He looked like he was about to pass out again, but then he had already died, so there was snitching that could be worse than this. Perhaps he would find some answers here about how to send visions to his friends and have them finish what they had started a while ago.

The house of Hinata had to be brought down and if Sanji had to do it from the grave, then he would do it. The only problem at the moment was that it didn’t seem much like an afterlife at this point.

The air was still the same.

The stench of his own blood was almost choking him and the fact that his wound wasn’t even trying to heal itself was sickening.

So, Sanji let out a frustrated groan.

He had thought that it would all be easier, but now it felt like he was walking into a different kind of hell. It was like none of this was bound to make any sense to him and he hated that shit now.

All of this was pressing on him and he wanted no part of it. He wanted to understand what shit was like but would he ever be capable of that at this rate?

"Oh, he thinks this is the afterlife, yoh," Igor let out a mocking laugh, making the warrior join in harshly. Their laughter echoed across the busy Kingdom, raising brows about what the fuck had just happened on this side of the border.

It was not the way that shit was supposed to be and yet as the sun stood high above their heads the pride was obvious as was the hate and the disappointment in the man who had shamelessly taken his life only to wake back up in front of those same people.

It was the craziest of things to ever happen and in the distance, was a proud father and an excited uncle. Honestly, this was epic.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Sanji asked as he took in his surroundings. It felt like a terrible dream and yet one that had happened for real. This was what his life had been changed into and the best part of it was that he had played a key role in it.

He had tried to live through the madness, and instead, managed to fuck himself over more than once. The truth was a bitter pill that Sanji had to bear and that too, on his own.

This was not the kind of shame that he could ever recover for and perhaps even he understood that because as he turned to look at warriors who were laughing and throwing weapons at him, he knew that he was fucked.

For the first time in so long, Igor Konstantin actually saw fear on the face of Sanjiro, the man who had betrayed the entire Kawai. And boy was he the happiest of them all. This was karma if that even existed for them.

Then again they all had something they believed in for their retribution, didn’t they?

This was it for the man before them and it was what he had to live through over and over.

"Checkmate, Sanji," Igor said as he looked at the flustered Lycan. He knew that this was the worst of things that could have happened to a prideful man like Sanji, but they were way past the man’s redemption.

This was a kind of hell that not even Zaffuto’s insanity would ever be able to defend indirectly for Sanji. Perhaps because his comrades were here, watching him disgrace himself like it was the only thing that the man had to do since the war had been announced.

He had declined the call and now he was here looking like he had been to the afterlife and back. Well, the beginning was just a taste of the horrors that not even Zula Hinata would have introduced him to.

"You conniving bastard—" Sanji began and Tamiko tsked.

"If I were you, I’d be on my way to the battlefield, TRAITOR," Akila mused.