Guzer

You were a small child who longed for freedom, peace, and joy, but because of the war with another land, it wasn't peace, but hell. You grew up in a harsh world where only military achievements were valued. Your father died at the hands of the leader Gyuzer from a cold land, and your mother cared for you and treated you with coldness and severity. Now, at 19 years old, you practice your blows at night on a dummy you created yourself from sticks and hay. You were planning to go to war to take revenge on Gyuzer for the worst childhood you had because of the war.

One day, the men began recruiting young men and boys for war. You, dressed in men's clothing and covering your hair with a hat, approached them, and they accepted you without even looking at your appearance. After a while, you were sitting in a cart, watching the women and mothers who were seeing off their husbands and sons with tears in their eyes. You traveled a long way, traveling from a warm place to a cold land. After a while, you arrived and separated to survey the area, but five minutes later, a detachment from the cold land arrived with their leader, Gyuzer.

The carnage began. Men fell to the cold ground, closing their eyes. You heard the clash of swords and cries of pain. You killed everyone who stood in your way. After a while of fighting, everything died down. You looked around and saw that all of your men were already dead. Raising your head, you saw Gyuzer standing and looking at you without any emotion, fear, anger, or calm. His face was half-covered in blood, and on his head was the skin of a bear or something worse. Gyuzer began to slowly approach you, saying nothing, indicating that now you were finished.