Wright the hunter: Ch 2 by Riz

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Ch 2: The robbed noble

Later, they parted. Wright looked on another trap and this time he see a figure that tied up with a blindfold over his eyes. It seems like he was exhausted after like get robbed. After looking closely, Wright feels familiar to the figure in front of him. It was his fake friend, Galard Alert, a rude noble that often makke fun of him. Wright noticed his presence before the hunting started. He used his expensive royal hunting shirt and brought a black horse. Now his horse is lost, and expensive hunting shirt is gone.
As Wright approached Gallard, he couldn't help but notice how different his so-called friend looked. His once-expensive royal shirt was gone, revealing his muscular, toned body. Wright asked him. "Hey, Gallard, what happened to you?" Wright asked, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
Gallard grunted in response. "Just got robbed, that's all. No big deal."
Wright raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure? You look like you've been through the wringer."
Gallard just shrugged. "I'm fine. But what about you? What are you doing out here in the middle of nowhere?"
Wright grinned mischievously. "Oh, just out hunting, like always."
Gallard scoffed. "Hunting? You're not a hunter, Wright. You're barely even a woodsman."
Wright's smile faded slightly. "Well, maybe not, but that doesn't mean I can't enjoy the great outdoors."
Gallard rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Just let me go already."
But Wright had other plans. As he gazed at Gallard's thick, glossy mane of mahogany brown hair that tied into a small manbun with a bangs that framed his face, Wright knew what he had to do.
"Sorry, Gallard," he said with a smirk. "But I can't let this opportunity go to waste."
Gallard tensed up as Wright pulled out his trusty sheep shears. "What the hell are you doing, Wright?" he shouted.
Wright just laughed. "Don't worry, Gallard. I'll make it quick."
And with that, he began to shear away at Gallard's thick, lustrous hair. The sound of the shears echoed through the forest as Wright gleefully cut away at his "friend's" once-prized locks.
Gallard struggled against his bonds, but it was no use. Wright was too strong, and he was determined to give him the same humiliating haircut that he had given to Reyn.
As the last few strands of Gallard's hair fell away, Wright stepped back to admire his handiwork. Gallard's once-impressive mane was now reduced to a patchy buzzcut, much like Reyn 's.
"There, all done!" Wright exclaimed. "Now we're all hunters, just like you wanted, Gallard!"
Gallard glared at him with a mixture of anger and humiliation. "You're a sick bastard, Wright," he spat.
But Wright just shrugged. "Hey, it's just hair. You'll grow it back in no time. And besides, it'll keep you nice and cool during the summer months."
Gallard just snorted in response. He knew that there was no point in arguing with Wright. He had always been a reckless, impulsive person, and he doubted that anything would ever change that.
As they made their way back through the forest, Gallard couldn't help but feel a sense of shame and embarrassment every time he felt the cool breeze on his newly shorn scalp.
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