It was a regular day in Britain.
The sun was up, people were laughing in the streets and others were getting stabbed.
And in the park right next to a school, there was…
A kid being beaten by 4.
'Ah, it's the same dream again...except it reeks of blood.'
Anyway, Krau was not said boy. He sometimes just watched it all happen.
He doubted there was a day it didn't happen.
The teachers didn't care enough, nor did the other students get over their fear of getting involved. He didn't get any sick enjoyment from this yet continued coming back as if looking for something.
He continued until there was no more kid. He moved.
He once again felt nothing about that fact. Nothing changed besides what he was looking at for a bit after school.
When he heard people talking about it, he only saw negative emotions.
'Does that mean I am weird?'
He thought it made the most sense.
"...?"
But.
He did feel something for once. Not about the missing person, but for the bullies. His chest burned and he couldn't keep his face in check anymore.
When he went to the bathroom, he saw his drool dropping in the sink. He didn't understand.
Not until he read about an aging senile man wanting to become a knight.
That character was idiotic in every way he could think.
He put on old armor, took the name "Don Quixote," and set out to revive chivalry, defend the helpless, and right wrongs in misguided and comical ways.
His famous adventures included mistaking windmills for giants and inns for castles. Ultimately, he wanted to live by the ideals of knighthood in a world that has moved on from them.
And yet, Krau finally understood his feelings.
He did not care for the weak. He was not good like Don Quixote.
However, he wanted to twist his way into defeating the strong. To utterly destroy them. Not for a grand goal, not for something small.
It was simply what he wanted to do.
Because he was weak and…
'I guess I thought it would be funny to win like that.'
The next day he was sent to the hospital.
Together with 4 other boys.
He felt alive from being an idiot.
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"So you're just sick in the head to begin with.", A monotone voice called out. "Although I didn't expect anything else."
"Huh?", Krau blinked, caught off guard. "Hi-"
"Don't bother."
A tall figure was shrouded in the shadows of wherever he was. He couldn't pinpoint any features of the man beyond some sort of scarf.
"Did you think about what happens if you win everything? You become the strong. The bully. Who will you defeat then?", His voice grew a bit softer, but curiosity wasn't inside of it.
Even with all the red flags up, Krau laughed to the point tears fell until finally uttering in a defeated voice.
"I can't win."
"Mhm, truly sick bastards always say something like that."
"Even if I win, I lose.", He continued regardless. "If I am smarter than the enemy then he's physically stronger. If I am physically stronger then he's smarter. If I kill then I suffer while he gets to take a break. If I die then I lose completely. There is no scenario where I win against the strong. I am the loser and will continue being the loser. Because…"
Not Don Quixote, but Krau Faust smiled with his full white teeth showing.
"I want to."
"Tsk. What if your squire remains the strong one then?"
"I don't care."
"What.", The man blurted out a bit surprised.
"Strong or weak, it doesn't matter.", He looked the fucker dead in the eye (or so he thought at least). "Sancho is Sancho."
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Don Quixote woke up in a sweat.
He could hear Sancho snoring under the blanket a mother had given her, but it wasn't what he was focused on.
A weird black and white blade was embedded right besides his head, clearly missing on purpose and now that he had looked, it started disappearing into thin air. Moreover, the hidden presence revealed itself almost as if mocking him right before leaving.
"Ugh… can't I sleep for once like a normal person…"
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"T-Thank you, thank you, thank you…", A small boy cried on his knees Sancho who was comforting him.
The village had no knights and most of the hunters were taken out by the Saxons first. It was quite hilarious how they became the strongest force here, but not so much when you look at the squire.
They were given a somewhat whole house and Don crashed in the first second they got in it, while the other person continued helping survivors.
The former eventually beat the shit out of barely surviving Saxons pretending to be dead to find out about some Hengist and Horsa.
'Didn't those fuckers make a deal with Vortigern?'
He looked with suspicion at "Artorius", but gave up for now. He thought he was still in a normal world, but King Arthur's time…
'Wait, was my world normal to begin with? I got stabbed over eavesdropping the word magecraft…'
"So are we leaving?"
"Yep."
Aka.
'This town was useless and we couldn't even find a map to stay to think about a path.'
And so they began walking again.
"Sir Don Quixote.", Sancho eventually spoke after some time.
"What do you want?"
"Do I look like a boy…?"
"..?", Don looked confusedly over his back.
The brat's hair got longer weirdly quickly and it did seem to make some feminine features stand out. However, that was only when he wasn't using the old armor they found thrown around.
'In the first place, why are you asking me…'
"Erm, yeah. Don't worry, Sancho."
"Aha! I see. Thank you, Sir Don Quixote.", He smiled brightly while looking up.
His squire was even weirder than he suspected.
A match made in medieval hell.
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I don't know if people actually read the author's notes from before so I will just start putting my thoughts here starting with a "~".
Yeah, there's no actual reason why Krau got obsessed with Don Quixote specifically. The guy was just delusional like him.