[SHORT STORY]
[Chapter 1 - The Myth of Tuba Knight]
In amidst a rural town exist a myth, born not from the horses' mouth yet from the elder's sweet-gratifying mouth. Of course, there were times when some would snicker and chortle when that certain myth is told by the elders. However, it was far too early to reject the myth as but a folk story, for they did come from an elder's sweet-gratifying mouth without a glint of sudden suspicious movement or uncertain confidence when told. Yet even though there is no evidence, I still stand my point.
The myth states a so-called Tuba Knight that wears naught but golden equipment - a golden sword-looking flute, a golden shield-looking tuba, and a golden giant helmet unknown to everyone but the Knight himself. It was said all of this golden equipment existed in a certain forest called the Woodwind of Brass where certain strong Knights like the Tuba Knight existed, though, it could be said that it was his hometown too.
"Don't let his looks deceive you," one of the elders would say before ending the story as if there is a need to be careful against someone that's said to be just a myth... like they're telling everyone he does exist.
Yet it was well known that the Tuba Knight was a ferocious hero, a hero who wields and wears gold-shimmering objects for the sake of his brothers... every time in battle he'd say, 'For my brothers, Tu-battle!' and when the battle is finished in his victory he'd say, 'Well, that's Tu-bad!'.
Aware of the countless danger that soars in this place called the Woodwind of Brass and the truth about the Tuba Knight's unparalleled brute-strength, I journey to the west in order to meet and battle the myth, the legend, the one, and only Tuba Knight!