The Chronicles of the Hero — Legendary Failure
by Sir Finarp Lafayette
This day was the most exciting day of my life.
Little did I know that the destiny of Sir Finarp Lafayette, the Adventurer, was about to change.
From a simple coachman chronicler…
To Sir Finarp Lafayette, the Legendary Chronicler.
When I saw him, my heart leapt.
Before my eyes stood a warrior.
Second Season
It was around noon when someone approached the main gate.
He wore black training cloaks, light armor, trousers and boots similar to those of the Gath Squadron.
Hair black as coal.
Skin dark like copper.
Dark brown eyes.
The posture of a warrior.
He was 1.65 meters tall — small, but with a well-defined body.
Lean muscle, trained not for show but for fast, brutal, heavy combat.
Like a compact tank.
He looked fragile…
But he was clearly a machine forged for battle.
One of the guards raised his spear.
— Hey! Stop. Identify yourself.
The man tilted his head slightly.
— Hey… don't you recognize me?
He smiled.
— It's been a year, right? I thought you'd miss me… not point a spear at me.
Then he removed his hood.
The guards froze.
— It can't be…
One of them stepped forward.
— The Tenth Young Master!
He immediately lowered his weapon.
— Forgive us, sir. It was our mistake not recognizing you immediately, but… you…
He hesitated.
— You are…
Lukas laughed.
— Different?
— Yes, sir…
The soldier scratched his head, still surprised.
— I remember you with less muscle.
He looked Lukas over again.
— Now you have the posture of a warrior.
Lukas raised an eyebrow.
— And before I didn’t?
— That’s not what I meant, sir!
Another soldier behind him laughed.
— The reaction of the soldiers seeing you now, Chocolatinho… is very satisfying, hahaha.
— Everyone is in shock.
He looked Lukas up and down.
— And it’s no surprise.
— The young legionary changed a lot in just one year.
— Yeah… I know I’m different. But are you going to let me in?
— Of course, Young Master. Please enter.
One soldier turned.
— Announce that the Young Master has returned!
— No.
Lukas raised his hand.
— I want to surprise my father and my squad.
— Yes, sir.
Lukas walked through the city, his black cloak swaying in the wind.
— Wow, Chocolatinho… it's been a year, but they’re building a lot here in the capital. Everything is moving fast.
César replied proudly.
— Yes. After all, it was my suggestion.
— A legionary cannot be good only in combat, witch.
The city was now divided into perfectly organized districts.
Upper areas.
Middle areas.
Lower areas.
Commercial zones were also being rebuilt following César’s plans sent to Kyros.
Lukas observed everything.
— I see father really adopted our construction style, César.
— Of course. The young legionary was right.
As he walked, people looked at him curiously.
— Is that him?
— Doesn’t look like it… but is it?
— Who?
— The tenth… Chocolatinho of the South.
— Ah… the Legendary Failure.
— He looks different.
— But I think it’s him.
Suddenly…
Lukas felt a strong presence.
Killing intent.
A spear descended from above like lightning.
Lukas stomped the ground.
Dust rose from the construction around the city.
At the same instant he pulled the Moon Shield from the shadows.
The spear missed.
When the dust cleared…
Lukas stood beside the attacker.
A masked man.
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Joker mask.
Crimson-red aura.
Hair red as fire.
Light red eyes.
White skin.
Lukas attacked.
Black Impact.
The masked man spun the spear, striking the shaft against the shield and redirecting the force.
He retreated.
Spun.
Advanced again.
Lukas thought:
"I know this style?"
The spear attacked.
Lukas defended.
In an instant…
Lukas smiled.
He stomped the ground again.
The stone beneath the attacker exploded upward.
The masked man’s eyes widened.
— What?!
"I redirected the impact… but he generated that just by pressing his foot on the ground?"
"Like a tank…"
He advanced.
— Shining Heart Thrust!
The spear shot forward in a crimson flash.
In front of him…
Only the silhouette of an arched shield.
The wind pushed civilians watching the fight away.
— What is that?! someone shouted.
The masked man spun the spear.
— Victory is mine!
— You defend what comes from the front…
— But can you defend if something comes from below?
He drove the spear into the ground.
— Pulsing Heart Explosion!
A pillar of fire erupted from the ground beneath the shield.
But inside the dust…
A gladius spun.
— What?!
He dodged.
Lost his balance.
The spear stuck in the ground.
The gladius scraped the tip of the mask.
But Lukas was already behind him.
Another gladius in his right hand.
The masked man felt it.
Black aura.
Golden aura.
— What is this…?
Lukas smiled.
A cold smile.
A terrifying smile.
— Checkmate.
The gladius descended.
— Sacred Surgical Shadow Cut.
A single strike.
The mask split in two.
Clack.
The sound of the mask breaking echoed on the ground.
Then a voice spoke.
— You got stronger, little brother.
The dust cleared.
Luiz appeared.
— I thought you had invented that story about training…
— But I see you were serious.
Lukas smiled.
— I suspected it was you from the beginning, brother.
— Those heart techniques give it away.
Lukas laughed.
— What a warm welcome for the brother you haven't seen in a year.
— Right?
Luiz replied.
— I love you too, little brother.
Luiz was wearing an elbow shield that had blocked the final strike.
Luiz — The King of Hearts of the Seventh House.
— Come on, little brother.
He grabbed Lukas by the arm.
— Let’s not attract too much attention.
And ran with him at incredible speed.
Inside Lukas’s mind…
— Good thing Morgana pulled my Moon Shield back through the shadows. Otherwise it would still be there.
— That bastard never changes… always dragging me around.
Morgana laughed.
— Hahaha! Look at that brotherly love, Chocolatinho.
César spoke seriously.
— Legionary… you fought well.
— Like a true legionary.
Morgana teased.
— But can you beat your brother now, Chocolatinho?
— After more than a thousand defeats?
César replied.
— Witch… that is not how you motivate a young legionary.
— Of course he will win.
Morgana laughed again.
— You noticed too, didn’t you, soldier boy?
— Handsome Luiz didn’t even use his full strength.
— Only aura… and very little of it.
— He still has that annoying Dominae he used to kill that Nightmare a year ago.
She smiled.
— He must be monstrously stronger now.
— Chocolatinho… it’s going to be epic watching you two fight for real.
— I might even…
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— SHUT UP, WITCH.
— I deserve these two… they never change.
Luiz dropped Lukas on top of the Castle of the Sun.
— Hey! Couldn’t you drop me with a little more love?
— Delicacy isn’t your strong point.
— Stop complaining and look at what Sorriso is becoming, little brother.
— The city is even more colossal now, organized and strategic thanks to the projects you sent.
Lukas looked up.
The city was organized in districts.
Because many races lived in the city, everything was divided into perfectly square lots.
Lower city.
Middle city.
Upper city.
Looking from above was very different from looking from below.
— Yeah… little brother.
— By the way, where are the Cops?
— Katia and some other members are on a mission and met me in Delos.
— Others are managing the squad.
— But I noticed something, little brother… your body is like a tank now.
— What kind of training did you do? You look like a small walking mountain.
— Haha, coming from you, that’s a compliment.
Morgana commented.
— Our Chocolatinho… your brother is impressed with your new version.
César replied.
— A legionary has presence. He has aura.
Morgana mocked.
— Chocolatinho doesn’t have aura without us.
— Shut up, witch! — César replied. — You know what I mean.
Luiz observed the city for a few seconds, arms crossed.
The wind blew strongly at the top of the Castle of the Sun.
— I have to admit… you really came back different, little brother.
Lukas shrugged.
— One year of training does that.
Luiz laughed softly.
— Training, huh?
He looked again at Lukas’s body.
— That’s not just training.
— You’re… dense.
— Like every muscle is made of stone.
Morgana appeared in Lukas’s mind.
— I told you! Our Chocolatinho turned into a little monster.
César grumbled.
— That is called a body forged for war, witch.
Luiz sighed.
— Well… I have to go.
— The Cops are scattered on missions, and I still have work to do.
He punched Lukas lightly on the shoulder.
— But I’m glad you’re back.
— Really.
He smiled.
— Next time we’ll fight for real, Chocolatinho.
Lukas grinned.
— I’m waiting.
Luiz turned and jumped off the castle.
He disappeared across the rooftops of the capital in seconds.
Lukas stood there watching the city for a moment.
Then he climbed down and returned to the streets.
Soon after, a firm voice sounded behind him.
— So it’s true.
Lukas turned.
A woman in scarlet armor stood there.
Long blonde braid.
Firm eyes.
Disciplined aura.
Valkyrie.
Leader of the Sixth Squadron, the Valkyrie Clover.
She crossed her arms.
— You came back.
Lukas smiled.
— Looks like it.
She examined him from head to toe.
— You changed.
— A lot.
She squeezed his arm curiously.
Freya Lumpa jumped from the keychain of the black mace at her waist.
— So you’re back, Lukinhas.
— And look at you… you look like a little monster. In a good way.
Morgana laughed.
— Everyone keeps saying that.
Valkyrie said quietly.
— It’s good to have you back, Lukinhas.
— The capital felt… silent without you.
— Little brother.
She turned and walked away.
Without another word.
Lukas said softly.
— I missed you too, sister.
She only waved her hand.
Morgana whispered.
— Tough girl… she could just say she missed you.
— Yeah, Chocolatinho… a queen will never admit it.
César said calmly.
— You are loved, young legionary.
— Even if she doesn’t say it openly.
— Just look at Regina Caeli on her back.
— That mace is incredible.
A few minutes later…
A familiar figure ran down the street.
— YOUNG MASTERRRR!
Lukas blinked.
— Leoncio?
The old butler ran toward him.
Curved mustache.
Tearful eyes.
— BY THE BEARDS OF THE GODS!
He stopped in front of Lukas and grabbed his shoulders.
— YOU GREW!
— LOOK AT THIS BODY!
— YOU LOOK LIKE A DAMN HIGHLAND WARRIOR!
His Scottish accent grew stronger as he became emotional.
— I knew it!
— I always knew it!
He began to cry.
— Our little young master became a man!
Morgana laughed loudly.
— This old man is wonderful.
César sighed.
— At least someone recognizes the effort of the young legionary.
Lukas scratched his head, embarrassed.
— Leoncio… I just trained a little.
— A LITTLE?!
Leoncio wiped his tears.
— That is not “a little,” young master!
— That is a MIRACLE!
After saying goodbye to the old butler, Lukas continued walking.
He stopped a soldier on the street.
— Hey.
— Where is the new House of the Legionaries?
The soldier pointed to the top of a hill.
— There.
— That building with the arched shield on the door.
Lukas looked.
It was enormous.
Black stone.
Heavy architecture.
On the main door…
an arched shield carved into solid wood.
Lukas smiled.
— So that’s the place.
He entered.
The interior was full of recruits.
Training.
Movement.
Organization.
A woman was writing names at a table.
— Next!
She looked up.
— Sorry, but we are full of recruits. You can work in other areas besides combat. You will still be part of the legionaries.
Lukas tilted his head.
— Catarina.
She froze.
Her eyes widened.
— S-SIR?!
— I can’t believe…
— Sir Lukas!
She stood immediately.
— Forgive me!
— I didn’t recognize you!
Lukas laughed.
— Don’t call me sir.
— I’m younger than you.
Catarina panicked.
— Y-Young Master then!
Morgana laughed.
— She’s in shock.
César commented calmly.
— That happens when the young legionary returns as a true soldier.
Soon after…
Lukas entered the training field.
The sound echoed loudly.
— HA! HA! HA!
— WALL!
— TENTH!
— PHALANX!
Arched shields slammed into the ground.
Perfect formations.
Hannibal was leading the training.
He turned his head.
And froze.
— Young… Master?
The legionaries looked.
Silence for a second.
Then Lukas smiled.
— Let’s see if you’ve been training properly.
He walked to the center of the field.
The legionaries immediately reorganized.
Shields side by side.
Turtle formation.
Spears forward.
A containment ring formed.
Lukas smiled widely.
— Try to stop me.
When the circle closed…
Black and golden aura exploded.
Two gladii appeared in Lukas’s hands.
He slammed the shield on the ground.
— BLACK IMPACT!
BOOOOM!
Several legionaries were thrown backward.
Some remained standing.
Trembling.
But standing.
Lukas smiled.
— Hannibal…
— You did well.
— Our squad will become the best close-combat force in the empire.
A female voice echoed.
— Young Master!
Amelia ran toward him.
She stopped.
And blushed.
Lukas was sweating, muscles tense like iron.
Even small…
he looked like a living tank.
— You came back…
Morgana whispered.
— Look at that different look.
César immediately replied.
— Witch, silence.
Lukas smiled simply.
— Good to see you all.
Amelia raised her bow.
— Hannibal!
— Let’s go!
She fired arrows rapidly.
Hannibal advanced beside her.
Legionary style.
Coordinated.
Even so…
Lukas was superior.
But Hannibal held his ground well.
Exchange of blows.
Shields.
Impacts.
Until Lukas stepped back and laughed.
— Excellent!
He placed the gladii on his back.
— Now that I surprised all of you…
He turned.
— I’m going to visit my father.
Morgana sighed emotionally.
— I can’t wait to see Sarya’s face when she meets you again in Delos… with that new body.
— Imagine her touching your waist and saying:
“Wait… that wasn’t there before.”
— MORGANA!! — César shouted.
— Just kidding! — she replied, laughing like a red-dressed devil inside Lukas’s head.
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The Chronicles of the Hero — Legendary Failure
Written by Sir Finarp Lafayette
And I must say…
That day was extraordinary.
I, Sir Finarp Lafayette, was there.
And I saw with my own eyes.
The return of the young hero.
And at that moment…
I knew with absolute certainty.
The legend I was writing…
Was only beginning.
End of Chapter 1
